Capítulo 457: Distress Call (2)

"Earth!?" 

"Yes. It seems the undead disaster had gone out of hand, and earthlings can no longer sustain themselves." Otiga continued, "Moreover, since they are a lower civilisation, they can't even contract any mercenaries for help."

"So they resorted to broadcasting on open channels," Ashton completed the sentence, "I should have resolved the problem before stepping into space."

Ashton punched a hole through the gate in anger. The Giholos should be enough to handle the undead; that's what he thought before leaving Earth. But now his hasty decision had bitten him in the ass. 

Handling the undead wasn't that big of a threat on a galactic scale since most advanced weapons were proficient in those tasks. But for the people of the Earth, an undead outbreak was nothing less than a catastrophe. Ashton had seen the carnage it could cause with his own eyes. 

However, the undead wasn't Ashton's only concern.