184 Defend the Gate

As Alan fiercely swung his chainsaw blade around, the grotesque scene before him unfolded in vivid detail. The putrid stench of rotting flesh filled the air as the mass of undead creatures closed in on the gate. The moonlight illuminated their decaying forms, casting eerie shadows on the battlefield.

Among the advancing horde, the most ominous figures were the [Revenants - rank C]. These nightmarish entities possessed 1000 HP each, their ancient, rusted armor clinking ominously as they moved. Their ghastly, skeletal faces were hidden behind visored helmets, adding to the terror of their appearance. Their movements were deliberate and calculated, a stark contrast to the mindless frenzy of the zombies around them.

The relentless barrage of firearms and arrows from the defenders delayed the Revenants' advance, but it couldn't halt their inexorable march entirely. They pressed on, undeterred by the chaos and death that surrounded them.