Chapter 749 Blood Bar: I am independent!
Jealousy should be a common topic, but it is very interesting when it happens between walking zombies and demi-human ghosts. If it were normal, Li Cang would probably reward these two masters for their overly smart behavior, but now.
The sudden absence of Lilith, who had a tacit understanding with Dalei, and the distraction of Teacher Cang and Dao Mei, caused the circle of hatred around the four living forces to instantly become chaotic. Dozens of Black Mist Island zombies killed Li Cang and Dalei in one fell swoop. The child was buried, trying to finish the meal.
Although it is temporarily impossible to investigate, the mobility, strength and other basic attribute values of the walking zombies of Kuromist Island are obviously not low. At least the three of them did not have an overwhelming advantage when facing these things. Dozens or hundreds of them could overwhelm them. , even Big Leizi could only be beaten.
To say that the two of them are angry, they are actually not too angry
It was just a fatal injury, so what evil intentions did Sword Girl and Lilith have?
Li Lisi couldn't withstand the attack of dozens of Black Mist Island zombies. After killing a few of them, the scene flashed and Li Lisi appeared next to Li Cang with a boom: "Are you two little bastards done?"< br>
After all, the main palace, the main palace, indeed had bloodline suppression.
The sword girl was submissive, and the re-formed Lilith was not much better. She even forgot to say the opening lines of "dog man and woman" and "let's play together".
"Be careful how you compete with them!"
Li Laixi glared at Li Cang, dodged the zombies' attack, disturbed the metal-condensed door panel with a rough shape, and waved her broadsword casually. She pulled the sword diagonally and easily killed a Black Mist Island zombie from the shoulder to the hip axis. Split it into two pieces and took away the thigh of another zombie.
Even though Coinboy's description of Disturbance Metal's real damage attribute is extremely vague and he refuses to give any explanation with his usual urination, the real damage attribute of this thing is obviously beyond doubt, regardless of defense, skills and entry reduction. It's hard to say how good the armor-breaking properties are. The specific performance on the walking corpses means that their self-healing and recovery abilities are suppressed to a certain extent and within a certain period of time.
To put it simply: how much damage I deal is how much damage you have to take.
If the little miss’s instant kill effect is to maximize the attack value with the help of SOP and various skills to crush the blood bar with the power of thunder, then Li Laixi can understand it as reducing the upper limit of the blood bar or an irreversible blood bar cutting operation— —
The reason why he is so sure is entirely because Li Cang saw that the part of the walking corpse that was cut out by Li Lei, the part with the head that was still alive, could not grow new flesh and regain its shape, as if there was an inexplicable strangeness on the wound. The force field is preventing the walking corpse from healing itself, but the headless part is already full of green branches.
This is a situation that has never occurred before using other weapons. Normally, the divided limbs can be easily thrown back to the zombie if it wants to, and it can be quickly healed or simply grow new limbs. From then on, There are endless descendants, but these limbs actually choose to be safe and sound when the body is not dead, and even Timi is ready to explode?
In short, no matter where the zombie's organs, virtual organs, energy sources, or whatever it is that can allow them to quickly heal themselves and have a terrifying life tension are located, it has now been severed and no longer belongs to them like those limbs. The walking corpse itself is completely disconnected from physical, chemical, biological and even metaphysical senses.
The health bar is still there, but not completely there.
If the style of painting were different, the severed arms and legs of the walking zombies and various bits and pieces would probably be used as barrages: I am independent!
This dismembered walking corpse had obviously had quite a lot of experience. When it saw that those limbs were unable to return to their original positions and heal themselves, and realized that it was rapidly weakening, its eyes were filled with horror.
The walking zombies are just stupid and naive, not really brainless. Of course they know fear, and their desire to survive is more urgent than anyone else. Li Cang has even seen the walking zombies mutiny more than once.
"Suck~"
I'm so greedy, I don't know when Dalei will be proficient enough to electroplat the big magic wand - by then, it doesn't matter whether he is a god or a monster or not, it just depends on whether I can arrange it or not!
In Teacher Cang's shameless YY, the first batch of nearly 400 Black Mist Island zombies who came to the sky island were finally killed. The whole process lasted one hour and fifty minutes. In terms of the number of individuals, it was called The longest fierce battle since their debut.
Lao Wang was completely paralyzed on the ground: "Oh my god, these bastards are simply turning their flesh into sperm. To be honest, I would rather have an intimate exchange with the giant monster summoned by Wang Dabie than take another look at this thing!" ”
It’s okay not to watch it, just get started.
Two hours have already made all the subordinates who survived the jump point transmission fully realize how difficult these alienated and alienated walking zombies of Black Mist Island are, or in other words, they are more familiar with them than Mr. Li Cang. Damn, they came together.
Human beings' instinct is to stick together, and there is no point in being trapped in one corner. The subordinates scattered everywhere fight and retreat, and each find a terrain suitable for defense to form a temporary group.
Li Cang and the guy next to Lao Wang Kongdao who was "ohmygod" all the way did not hesitate to be summoned by the Lord to come next to them. Besides him, there were 7 other people. They were all very close to here, so they could naturally see others. How did they fight Li Cang and how did they fight Li Laixi? This martial virtue was so abundant that even though Li Cang's side was not an ideal defensive terrain, these guys still came together.
The black-haired and black-eyed "omg" guy is twenty-seven or eighty years old. He looks fair and clean, and looks like he talks a lot. But his strength is not weak. He can even be said to be very strong. He has a huge hammer in his hand. Let Shao Shuo allow dozens of Black Mist Island zombies to feel the power of the working class on a physical level.
"Hi, oh no no my Chinese friends, I mean no harm, just want to say hello, my name is Arshid, from Darfur."
The tone is sincere and natural, the kind of combination of Chinese and English mixed with a Lu-style accent.
Compared to Arshid's natural smile and familiarity, others generally regarded him as a lunatic: "People know who you are, and they get close to you as soon as you come up. Who knows what kind of intentions you have?" son!
This kind of cognition and logic is normal and is a common problem on the track.
Even if you meet subordinates or even compatriots by chance, the normal state is still to guard against each other. It cannot be said that there are always a few mouse droppings that spoil a good pot of porridge. In fact, everyone has really been robbed, tricked and deceived, and has a psychological shadow.
A meeting often requires a relatively long period of testing, followed by operations such as carefully trading materials and exchanging information. For a guy like Arshid who has not been killed for so long, it can only be said that he is either lucky or he is. Really strong.
Lao Wang: "Hello, hello, Axiba, cough, Axi, right?" "nonono, my friend, I know what Axiba means. According to our Sudanese customs, my name may not be simplified. For Ashe ”
"Okay Axi, sorry Axi, palace jade liquor?"
"One hundred and eighty cups! What are you doing? I am a netizen from northern Sudan - my friend, your humor and childishness really make me feel suffocated and heartbroken. I am hurt!"
"Hahaha~"
However, what the others never imagined was that with just a few words, Arshid could visibly soften the attitudes of the other three.
Confused!
They tried their best to find out what the meaning of Arshid's words was, but they really didn't find anything special. It was just ordinary Chinese in bulk. If they insisted that there was something wrong, could it be done with some Arabic-style tongue twisting? Make the other person's favorability soar?
After several people looked at each other, they all felt that it was because the other person had a Chinese face. After all, Chinese people have always given people the impression that they are harmless, humble and kind, and full of the proletarian characteristics of the Xunzong era: live for yourself and let others live.
So, everyone rushed up to greet them warmly and show their goodwill.
When Lao Wang saw these guys with messy accents approaching, it was as if he was seeing something dirty. He raised his eyebrows, clenched his fists, and mouthed the words "Nima" and "Rolling Words."
Although those people couldn't understand what he was talking about specifically, they were very familiar with the individual words in a series of long and short sentences. For a while, they all used various "fuck" words with weird accents across the sea to fully demonstrate. Your own friendliness and cultural commonality.
emmm, it can be seen that China’s cultural export is considered to be doing well in a certain sense?
This was probably the first time that Lao Wang was pointed in the nose and scolded for not being able to reply. He simply couldn't explain the meaning and difference between hello and fuck to these people.
"Selens, backoff, fucku!"
With Lao Wang's English proficiency, to say he is a howeyou type player is to praise him. A pickled radish don't eat player is about the same. The middle finger supplemented by loose English has exhausted Lao Wang's lifelong cultural heritage, which is the highest level of application. However, this The behavior was successful in calming down a group of young and strong young men.
Arshid rolled his eyes, feeling full of superiority. He felt that his superiority was so great that he was simply not in the same dimension as these idiots.
In fact, the reason why Mr. Li Cang and others so hastily "accepted" and "recognized" Alshed is very simple. Alshed is of this age and nationality, comes from the Darfur region, and can connect to the Chinese Internet so smoothly. He knows at a glance what outsiders are confused about, and even knows advanced applications. He can use his toes to know who he was educated and influenced by in his childhood
What is this? This is half a friendly army!
Li Cang showed a friendly smile at the right time and took over the words of everyone who looked astonished: "Please be patient, I want to know what happened."
There is nothing Li Cang can do to come forward. Lao Wang has never been a person who is good at communicating with barbarians. As for Li Laisi, she is simply not good at communicating with any human beings through methods other than fists. If he doesn't speak, will he wait for the little lady? Carrying a big sniper out to chat about family affairs?
The remaining 7 people looked at each other, and finally a person named Hansen was introduced. It was not that everyone expected him, but his language family happened to be one of the few languages included by the translator.
"We come from the Atum settlement, a spontaneous settlement with a population of 600,000. We were attacked by the Black Mist Island chain last night, and then we appeared here. We have no problem. My friend, we are not your enemy. ! ”
"Only the Black Mist Island Chain? Doesn't he miss the country? Are there any giant monsters?"
"He misses the country? What is that? I don't understand what you mean. Isn't this mutated Black Mist Island zombie huge enough?"
Not having him miss the country is both good and bad. Li Cang has now become accustomed to discussing Kurokiri Island and his missing the country together. Only one of them is different from the other, which makes him a little uncomfortable.
Soon, more zombies from Black Mist Island began to appear on the screen.
The first wave was basically dropped directly from the sky. The situation of this wave is relatively simple. First, it comes with the Black Mist Island chain, and second, it is buried underneath by various debris but not directly thrown from high altitude.
Until the level of unluckiness did not exceed that of Teacher Cang, it was obvious that such a little damage would not kill the walking corpses, so they broke out of the ground while they were fresh and hot, preparing to give everyone a million surprises.
The black oil from Black Mist Island continued to leak out, spraying the younger brother like a blowout. Most of them were the black-skinned and scaly zombies that Li Cang and the others had seen before, and then there were this mutated six-armed hunk.
The entire airspace suddenly smelled stinky and was filled with darkness. It was obviously crowded with people, but unfortunately only a few of them were actually people.
Some people have already expressed despair. With such a large number, such a closed airspace, and even praying for sacrifices or summoning a younger brother are prohibited, everyone unanimously feels that they have transitioned from a narrow escape to a 100% certainty.
Lao Wang kicked a certain black-skinned zombie that he had somehow touched down from the gap between the empty island and the debris, and gnashed his teeth and murmured: "Damn, this zombie has learned the art of war, and he secretly set up a sneak attack in Chencang. The saying goes, if you can’t let it go raw, then put onion, ginger, garlic, cumin and chili noodles.”
There was a wild howl, gradually moving away.
The corpse was in no serious condition, his mood and electrocardiogram were stable, and his ashes had been scattered, so he did not need legal assistance.
This group of people obviously didn't understand what Lao Wang was talking about. Even with translators and human translators, they couldn't understand it, and they looked panicked.
No matter how you think about the relationship between the walking dead and those things, it doesn’t look like a serious combination
In my heart, I thought that the boss is worthy of being a boss. From attitude to usage, he is completely opposite to us. No wonder we were beaten by those mutant walking zombies like our third grandson, while others blasted those walking zombies like their grandsons. There is a direct difference of five generations between here and outside. Sure enough, he is a role model for our generation!
The scattered surviving subordinates are basically divided into 4 groups. They stick to the strategically located points and carry them to death. The remaining ones that are not exposed have either been buried or escaped early in the morning and hid in the safe houses on their respective islands when there were not so many fragments before. I have no choice but not to come out at all. There are tens or even hundreds of meters of rock layer between us, no matter what zombies come, I will be the safest!
There was no such thick rock layer to hinder Li Cang, but he had no intention of hiding.
In his opinion, this is no different from pie in the sky. If you don't drink the toast from the little coin kid, God will pick up the food and turn the table. Do you still want to hang out on earth?
(End of chapter)