"Your Highness, we just lost over 1,000 men. How can I face the souls of our fallen comrades if I don't slaughter every last one of these monsters?" Neville asked.

His expression was one of rage and grief, and his fingers trembled on the blade's handle.

"The dead can't be brought back to life. Our men have already made their sacrifice. You can't throw your life away too. We have to fall back now. Once we figure out a way to stop them, we'll avenge them properly," Matthias said firmly.

Ordinary soldiers could be replaced, but a battle-hardened general like Neville was irreplaceable, and Matthias wasn't about to stand by and let that happen.

"But Your Highness—"

"This is an order!" Matthias cut Neville off.

As the zombie horde closed in fast on the front line, Matthias grew anxious. Without saying anything, he pulled Neville toward a nearby helicopter.

With a deafening roar, the rotors spun to life. The wind kicked up around them as the aircraft lifted off the ground.

Just as the