Sylas had tested it before.
He could use telekinesis to control the Desert Eagle for attacks.
After briefly familiarizing himself with this shooting method, Sylas could shoot accurately.
Bang, bang, bang.
The Desert Eagle fired quickly and steadily, with great precision.
It could achieve a 100% hit rate.
As long as a zombie was targeted, it would definitely be a headshot.
Only Sylas could achieve this.
Controlling the gun with telekinesis offered a completely different perspective compared to holding the gun by hand.
It was only Sylas, having mastered the skills of a marksmanship expert, who could achieve this.
Since the Desert Eagle wasn't shooting from Sylas's hand, the zombies didn't realize it was Sylas who was firing.
Naturally, they wouldn't attack Sylas.
Sylas quietly stood aside, calmly firing shots.
The strength of telekinesis was substantial, fully capable of keeping the Desert Eagle stable while firing.
Moreover, the Desert Eagle had infinite bullets, allowing Sylas to kill the zombies in front of him endlessly.
To kill a thousand zombies, he only needed to fire a thousand shots.
The firing speed of the pistol was ultimately not fast enough. Despite continuous shooting, the number of zombies around kept increasing.
However, Sylas was quite satisfied with this situation.
After all, the more zombies there were, the more convenient it was for him to kill them.
Not long after, the mission was successfully completed.
However, continuously using telekinesis to fire the gun significantly drained his mental energy.
Sylas now felt a sense of fatigue.
Fortunately, the mission was complete, and the rewards were in hand.
This time, the mission reward was the Combat Master skill.
The Combat Master skill infused Sylas with a wealth of combat knowledge and techniques, turning him into a combat master.
Now, Sylas possessed powerful close-quarters combat skills.
Sylas realized how naive and ridiculous his previous battles had been.
Previously, Sylas relied solely on brute strength without utilizing any techniques.
From his current perspective, Sylas was full of flaws and vulnerabilities.
Luckily, Sylas had not encountered any formidable opponents before; even though he had weaknesses, they were not discovered by his enemies.
But now, Sylas had mastered the Combat Master skill and no longer had those flaws.
A sharp glint appeared in Sylas's eyes, and he exuded a fierce aura, something the previous Sylas lacked.
The Combat Master skill was not limited to hand-to-hand combat but excelled in all melee weapons and fighting techniques.
Naturally, Sylas had learned all the relevant combat skills.
Blades were also a specialty of the Combat Master.
However, the Combat Master skill had its drawbacks.
The Combat Master was proficient in various melee weapons and hand-to-hand attacks but did not specialize in any one weapon.
For instance, the Combat Master skill included techniques for using blades and was proficient with them.
But the Combat Master was not a blade grandmaster.
In terms of blade skills, he was merely proficient, not at a grandmaster level.
It was similar to how Sylas had previously learned marksmanship proficiency, making him a sharpshooter.
The Marksmanship Master skill, on the other hand, specialized in marksmanship, making Sylas akin to a gun king.
At this moment, Sylas was filled with a desire to fight.
His gaze swept over the zombies on the street, and he felt a surge of excitement.
"Kill!"
Sylas let out a low growl and leaped directly from the second floor.
He landed smoothly, and the moment he touched the ground, he swung his katana in a horizontal slash.
A zombie's head was cut off with a single stroke.
With a swift movement, his arm followed the motion, and the katana slashed through another zombie's neck.
His body turned again, and the katana followed with another slash.
Sylas moved effortlessly among the zombie horde, and no zombie close to him could withstand a single strike.
All of them had their necks severed by Sylas.
At this moment, Sylas seemed like a blade master, harvesting the lives of zombies.
"Exhilarating, so satisfying."
Sylas couldn't help but laugh heartily.
This battle was immensely satisfying for Sylas.
He couldn't resist letting out a joyous laugh.
More zombies came, but Sylas was unafraid. With a swift motion, another zombie was slain.
From the surrounding buildings, pairs of eyes were watching Sylas.
They watched in amazement as Sylas moved effortlessly through the zombie horde, killing with ease.
They knew that there were superhuman powers among the survivors.
After all, there had been news about it online.
But witnessing someone effortlessly killing zombies in person was a first.
This kind of excitement couldn't compare to anything they had seen online.
"He's so strong! If only I had such power."
Many people thought enviously.
Some secretly took out clothes and waved them at Sylas from their windows, hoping to catch his attention.
They wished they could follow Sylas.
But Sylas was unable to respond to these gestures.
It wasn't until he had killed to his heart's content that Sylas left.
Meanwhile, someone had captured footage of Sylas's zombie-slaying spree and uploaded it to the internet.
Soon, Sylas returned to the villa.
Seeing Sylas come back, Lillian and the others quickly stood up.
"Is everyone ready? We're heading out," Sylas said to them.
This was part of Sylas's earlier plan—to take them out today to the supermarket to gather supplies.
"We're all ready," Lillian and the others responded promptly.
"Then let's go."
Sylas nodded and turned to leave.
He had already given each of them a handgun and shared the relevant skills with them.
With the handguns and these skills, they had enough to ensure their safety.
In addition to the handguns, Sylas also equipped them with fire axes as weapons. If they encountered zombies, they could use the fire axes.
Although handguns were more effective, their noise was too loud.
Once a gun was fired, it could easily attract zombie attacks.
Therefore, having melee weapons was also necessary.
The vehicle they were using was a BMW SUV provided by Clarissa, which was sufficient for their needs.
Once everyone got into the car, Sydney took the driver's seat.
Hayden couldn't drive, and Lillian and Sylas were the primary fighters.
So, Sydney was the only option to drive.
The car quickly drove out of the neighborhood, attracting zombies with its noise.
Sydney was visibly nervous.
"Don't be afraid, just drive over them. They're not humans; they're zombies," Sylas said softly.
He was both comforting Sydney and instructing her to drive straight through.
She shouldn't change direction just because she saw zombies.
After all, the streets were full of zombies, and changing direction wouldn't help.
The only option was to drive straight through them.
As for the route, Sylas had prepared it long ago, clearing all obstacles on the way.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible for Sylas to drive out with a group of women.
Taking the women out was not just about collecting supplies.
It was also to let them see what the outside world was really like.
He didn't want them to be so well taken care of that they thought life outside was just as good.
Inside the car, no one spoke.
Apart from Sylas, who remained calm, the women were all extremely nervous.
After all, the car was surrounded by zombies.
Suddenly, a low growl was heard, and a mutant zombie charged at them.
Sydney turned pale with fear.
"Keep driving, I'll handle this zombie," Sylas said calmly, his steady voice helping to reassure Sydney.
Sylas opened the car door and flew out.
Using telekinesis on himself, Sylas could achieve short bursts of flight.
Although the speed wasn't fast, it was enough for combat.
Sylas quickly flew towards the mutant zombie, a fireball forming in his hand, which he then launched.
The fireball hit the mutant zombie, exploding with a loud bang.
The mutant zombie was blasted away, looking extremely pitiful.
At this moment, Sylas had already closed in on the mutant zombie. With his katana, he delivered a powerful slash.
This slash was infused with all of Sylas's strength, completely different from the slashes he made the previous night.
The full force of three thousand pounds was unleashed in this slash.
With a flash of the blade, the powerful mutant zombie's neck was severed.
Sylas grabbed the zombie's head and stored it in his storage space.
There was no time to deal with the head now, so he stored it for later.
Sylas then returned to the car.
Despite the many zombies around and the car's slow speed, Sylas could easily catch up.
Otherwise, Sylas would really have a hard time catching up to the car.
"Master, you're amazing," Lillian said admiringly.
"If I weren't amazing, how could I be your master?"
"But don't envy me. You can have this power too," Sylas said with a smile.
Sylas was speaking the truth.
After all, these women were his slaves and could share his power.
As long as they used this power correctly, they could also demonstrate strong combat abilities.
Even if they couldn't match Sylas, they could still handle a mutant zombie.
Along the way, they encountered several more mutant zombies, all of which were killed by Sylas.
Sylas, however, wasn't particularly happy.
Because he sensed something.
Even during the day, it was becoming increasingly dangerous.
The number of mutant zombies in the city was rising.
The danger level in the urban areas was doubling.
While Sylas himself was safe, it was difficult to ensure the safety of his slaves.
Staying in the city was no longer an option.