Chapter 320 The King’s Phantom
Before the walking corpses arrived, the torrent of stench was overwhelming.
"Fuck me!" Lao Wang immediately felt that his nose had lost its function. "No matter how many times I fight with the zombies, I will never get used to their smell."
Not taking a shower, sweating, being dirty, and occasionally having wounds rotting. If you hadn’t experienced it yourself, it would be hard to imagine that these condiments could ferment to such a powerful degree in a living body, which can be said to interfere with mental stability. level of biological weapons.
After Wuyang Wuyang's corpses rushed up, the first person to welcome them was not Li Cang, but the dark and colorless moon blade.
A person's wide moon blade made a low, imperceptible hum while spinning and flying at high speed, which represented the low-key declaration of the god of death. The moon blade was fired six times in a row, creating six straight passages that had not been closed for a long time among the corpses. The bone armor of the heavily armored walking dead has become a joke
“It’s so cool!”
Li Cang and Lao Wang shot and changed places. Dozens of moon blades swept through them, cutting off hundreds of walking corpses like leeks.
But that was it. The two islands were almost crowded with zombies, and they had no chance to go to the next crossbow turret to fire the moon blade.
After completing the first batch of harvesting, Corpse Brother Corpse Sister Miss Qiu and the doglegs rushed out under Li Cang's instructions, using them as sword edges, the doglegs followed closely, forming a perfect spherical shape, uh, spherical with a sharp point. Defensive formation, carry out mechanical killing.
"Scythe Hands, there are some sickle hands over there, Lao Wang retreats and lets Brother Corpse come up!"
"Okay!"
Lao Wang's strength has grown recently, and he now uses the same model of page hammer as Brother Da Zhi. It opens and closes very powerfully.
Unfortunately, the number of alienated bone alloy weapons originally reserved was limited and expensive, and could only arm a small number of losers.
But.
Great value for money!
The doglegs, who are not tired and fearless of the pain of life and death, as well as corpse poison, are equipped with hammers, maces, super machetes and other weapons, and their output is simply off the charts. They can even press back against the zombies surrounding them.
Fortunately, Li Cang's timely stop allowed them to maintain a complete formation. As long as they did not suffer serious injuries such as broken bones and tendons that required healing skills, the losers were an absolute perpetual motion machine until their physical strength was exhausted.
This is especially true for Brother Corpse Corpse Sister and Miss Qiu. They can even eat while fighting to heal themselves and replenish their physical strength.
At this time, you can see the difference between the third stage and the second stage of alienation. Miss Qiu is strong, but she will still be injured when facing such a large number of heavily armored zombies. She wastes a lot of energy in moving around and dodging, not to mention the killing. Efficiency has declined.
The big zombie brother is different. It is the ancestral level of the bunch of traitors in front of it. It is naturally intimidating. The strength of its scales, bone armor and bone spurs is countless times higher. The heavy-armored walking zombies hit it with a tearing and violent hammer with great force. Just scratching the itch will not break the defense at all.
On the contrary, it casually swooped down with its claws, lifting its head, opening its chest, and opening its chest. No heavily armored zombie could escape the fate of being killed in one blow.
"It still needs to be crushed by level," Li Cang sighed, "I rely on you, Lao Wang, what are you doing? Come back, where did you go, you damn rat?"
"You'll find out soon."
In the distance, three or five scythe hands finally couldn't bear the temptation of fresh flesh and blood. They shuttled among the corpses and launched an attack here.
But the corpse swarm packed the entire island so densely that there was no place to set foot, which immediately hindered their ability to survive. The sickleman roared angrily, trying to control the corpse swarm, but when the corpse swarm finally gave way, When they make way for a straight passage.
If the scytheman was smart enough, he would have started scolding his mother by now - is this a monster that lets us assassins go up and show off his face without any health bars? ?
The sickleman gave up decisively, got down on all fours and hid back among the corpses, secretly wandering outside the defense line formed by the dog legs. "Roar~"
The two scythe hands found an opportunity and suddenly rose up. They stepped on the heads of the heavily armored zombies and moved several meters above the corpses. They jumped up high and the two dark blade arms tore through the air and made a sharp and ear-piercing sound.
"I'm waiting for you!"
The dog was sneaking around. Li Cang, whose figure was completely obscured by several dog legs, flew out a stick from the side, "Bang~"
The scythe hand was unable to avoid the attack in the air, so it took this blow forcibly.
The part Li Cang chose to attack was the thin waist of the willow tree, which was the most vulnerable and completely unprotected part of the Sickle Hand. He hit it with all his strength, and the waists of the two Sickle Hands made a crackling sound. The price of the femur (bone) fell sharply in half, and he was whipped on the spot. It has become a "bu", stuck so tightly that it cannot be removed even if it is peeled off.
"Is this grass-holding thing so crispy?" Lao Wang yelled while mechanically swinging the page hammer, "I think I can do it again!"
"Stop talking nonsense, there are thousands of zombies out there who can't get to the island, save some energy!"
In this case, no matter how sharp the weapons are, they will inevitably be killed by the heavily armored zombies whose number exceeds them by ten or even dozens of times. Once there are casualties, the doglegs on standby in the circle will immediately pick up their weapons to fill the gap.
As a result, there were only so many heavily armored zombies that could attack the circle. Miss Li Cangqiu ran around in the circle to kill or repel the scythes, and the scene was so stalemate for a while.
As time passed by, Lao Wang was sweating and shaking, and he shouted:
"Thief Sun, come out here!"
Uh-huh!
A white electric light burst out from Lao Wang's arms and shuttled among the zombies at a speed that was almost impossible to observe with the naked eye. The white electric light and fire light spread behind it, creating three rings outside the defensive circle.
Li Cang has seen the power of this weird fire, which is extremely harmful and insulting. It is a real tarsal maggot. Even a creature with a severe lack of pain perception such as a walking corpse cannot bear the pain it brings.
As the fire spread, there was a faint aroma of barbecue and the smell of ozone. Within the three circles, all the zombies burned into torches, and they were spreading in all directions.
After the electric mouse spread a large amount of fire, it returned to Lao Wang. There seemed to be an invisible and invisible substance in the air that converged towards the two, even disrupting the airflow and forming air vortices around Lao Wang.
"Wow, wow, Wuhu is coming!" Lao Wang laughed wildly, like a perverted villain, "Gunara, the God of Darkness - woohoo - the black devil transforms!"
The next second, the fire on the electric mouse ignited Lao Wang's whole body, and the flames shot up into the sky.
"Boom~"
The shock wave-like air wave knocked all the heavily armored zombies and doglegs around Lao Wang to the ground. The already cold air was now so cold that it hurt your teeth. The white flame not only did not emit any temperature, but instead seemed to Plundering the surrounding heat.
"Good guy," Li Cang muttered, "could this be the legendary Bone Spirit Cold Fire?"
(End of chapter)