Chapter 183: The world is ruined, gods save the world


Chapter 183: Destroy the world, Gods save the world

The rotten birds flapped their broken wings and drifted across the dark sky with the breath of death.

During the flight, the feathers fell like dead leaves, quickly passing through the ruins of the city, and finally docked on the rusty iron railings outside a fortress building, tilting their heads and making a low silence.

The empty eyes looked at the closed metal door.

Bang!

The gunshot suddenly exploded in the silence, tearing the dull air.

The red bullet slashed through the dark twilight and accurately hit the immortal bird. Its body instantly disintegrated, and its rotten flesh and broken bones splashed in all directions, turning into a ball of black smoke that was violently torn apart.

"Hey, my marksmanship is good." A thin man in a humanoid form appeared from the storm of wind and sand, and the revolver-shaped pistol holster in his hand kept spinning on his index finger.

"Black skin, save some bullets. The underground fortress has not had much bullet inventory left. We should consume bullets on those annoying raiders."

A thin figure walked out from the yellow dust again. He was carrying a heavy luggage and carrying a large modified weapon in his hand.

At this time, two figures came to the rusty metal gate.

Listening to my friend continue to complain in my ears, the figure called Black Skin pulled down the mask, grinning and revealing white teeth:

"I have gained a good harvest today, so don't worry about these things."

As he said that, he looked at the camera above the metal gate and waved.

Soon, the metal door made a low and harsh metal friction sound, as if a giant beast woke up from its sleep.

As the metal door moved, rust fell down and sprinkled on the dust accumulated in front of the door.

The door shaft made an overwhelming creaking sound, as if it would completely collapse in the next second.

The metal door was only half a meter wide and stopped moving. At this time, two figures walked through the metal door and entered it.

Entering the safety tunnel, a smell of metal rust and disinfectant came to my face.

The passage inside the door is narrow and dim, and the emergency lights above the head are flickering, as if they will go out at any time.

Walking along the tunnel, various mottled warning signs were posted on the walls, most of which were blurred and could barely identify words such as "Virus isolate, no access" and "emergency shelter route".

The thick steel beams nearby intersected in a row. The inside of the fortress looked like a huge honeycomb, surrounded by dense rooms and passages, each room with different functions.

When I arrived at the hall, countless figures cast their eyes on me.

A man known as black skin pointed his hand at the bag behind his friend and opened his arms to cheer:

"Today I got a good harvest, a batch of compressed biscuits that have expired for 25 years."

Hearing this, the thin survivor in the hall had a cloud of eyes and cheered.

After Hei Pi simply communicated with the searchers in the hall about the location of the search for supplies, he took the luggage handed over by his friend and came to the energy supply room.

This is the core area of ​​the fortress, divided into two areas: energy supply area and communication center, and the dull roar of the generator is deafening.

Various pipes and lines in the room were crisscrossed, as if the blood vessels and nerves of the steel beast were transporting energy to the entire fortress to maintain survival.

In the communication area, a row of old equipment flashed with faint lights, and the elderly man stood in front of the instrument, trying to capture even the slightest signal from the outside world.

However, to this day, all they have is endless silence and dead silence.

When you come to the end, you open a door, and this is the material reserve room for the fortress shelter.

There are a few foods, medicines and daily necessities stored, the cans on the shelves are already rusted and the labels are almost unrecognizable.

Hei Pi clearly remembered that when he was very young, he saw the leader bringing out this batch of canned food to display.

But it has never been opened. It is just for psychological comfort here, which can quench thirst.

The medicine packaging boxes on the shelves were also damaged, revealing the uneven pills inside. The scarce supplies were like the Grim Reaper scythe hanging high above the survivors' heads, reminding them of the difficulties of the future.

The backpack filled with compressed biscuits was handed over to the woman who managed the supplies in the room, and she purified them. Then Hei Pi returned to the living area and pushed open a wooden door.

A group of children in the room were huddled together, their faces were pale, thin, and their eyes were exhausted.

Hei Pi carefully took out a piece of chocolate that had been melted and deformed from his close-fitting pocket. The children's eyes were instantly attracted, and longing was involuntarily ignited in their eyes.

"Brother Heipi, you hide your supplies." An older child whispered.

Hei Pi did not answer, squatted down, tear open the tin foil on the surface of the chocolate, and then broke off a piece the size of a finger, and handed it to the talking child:

"Eat, don't talk nonsense."

"Thank you, Brother Heipai."

The older child mustered up the courage to take the chocolate, divide it into small pieces of different sizes, and handed it to his companions around him.

The children took the chocolate and put it in their mouths. The sweetness that had been missing for a long time and was almost forgotten spread out on the tip of their tongues, and satisfied smiles appeared on their dirt-filled faces.

He distributed the chocolate to the child in turn, but Hei Pi did not leave his own portion and turned around and left the room.

The black-skinned room is on the first floor of the basement, a room of 30 square meters.

He took off all the equipment on his body and placed it aside, and went to the bathroom.

I squatted down and grabbed a handful of dry and fine sand and applied it to my body. The sand slowly flowed down from my fingers, with a rough touch.

Rub gently, the sand rubs against the skin, making a slight "rustling" sound, taking away the oil and dirt on the surface of the skin.

He continued to apply sand to his chest, back and legs, and the sand rolled on his skin like countless tiny brushes.

After cleaning, he stood up and slapped his body hard, and the sand fell down like an old shell peeling off his body. Although his skin was still dry, it had a hint of refreshing.

Walking out of the bathroom and re-dressing, he came to the desk to sit down.

Light up the dim light, take out a broken book and start reading it.

The book is left by the previous owner of the room, which records many world scenes before the outbreak of immortal viruses.

Turning on the pages of the book, gently stroked the pictures that had faded with their fingertips. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the children were running on the green grass, and laughter seemed to come through the pages.

On the bustling urban streets, neon lights flashed, crowds were bustling, carefree smiles were everywhere on their faces, and the blue ocean was sparkling, as if you could smell the salty and wet sea breeze.

He stared at these scenes, his eyes gradually becoming dazed.

To him, these scenes were like phantoms of another world, as far away as a dream.

He tried to imagine such a world, but he did not have the corresponding memory to weave the picture.

Blue sky and white clouds?

The truth is that every time he walks out of the fortress shelter, what he looks up is always the gray sky, shrouded in a thick layer of dust, and the sunlight is almost impossible to penetrate.

Green grass?

The areas he explored were only cracked land and a large amount of withered vegetation, which was hard to find even a trace of vitality.

The better the description in the book, the more he feels an indescribable sense of alienation.

Those bustling streets, clear rivers, and warm sunshine... In his eyes, it was like a fairy tale that had never existed before.

He doubted countless times whether such a world really existed, perhaps it was just a beautiful fantasy woven by humans in despair.

At least he has never seen it with his own eyes.

It looks like the canned food in the old leader's hand, and there is a high probability that there is no food (physical).

Close the book and sighed softly.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the spine of the book, and a faint smell of mold was emitted between the pages, mixed with the smell of dust, just like the world he is in now, moving towards destruction.

He carefully put the books back into the corner, burying a dream that was untouchable since birth.

He was physically and mentally exhausted and fell asleep soon after.

The beautiful scenes described in the book are displayed in dreams, but when you wake up, there is only a dark room with a musty smell.

He leaned his arm on his forehead and looked at the ceiling. Hei Pi began to think randomly.

Just as he was about to get up, the door was repeatedly beaten:

"Hei Skin, get up and be warned. A large number of immortal zombies are attacking towards the fortress."

Hei Pi heard it, his relaxed nerves instantly tense up and quickly jumped up from the bed to wear it quickly, and soon rushed to the exploration hall.

Dozens of fully armed soldiers have gathered here. Seeing him coming, my friend "Xiao Jin" who grew up with him came over nervously and handed a modified weapon to his hands:


"Black skin, be ready for battle, the immortal zombie tide is coming."

As he said that, Hei Pi pointed his hand at the big screen above the hall.

The screen is divided into 16 pieces and is placed in areas near the fortress, monitoring the outside environment.

The cold numbers and images beat, and finally frozen on the scene of a deserted city ruins.

In the picture, under the dark sky, groups of immortal zombies are slowly moving towards the fortress.

Their bodies are twisted and broken, their skin is rotten, revealing their bones, and their progressive steps are staggering.

As time goes by, the number of immortal zombies appearing in the picture continues to grow, like a black tide, slowly flooding the pictures that the camera can capture.

Realizing that this was the phenomenon of corpse wandering, Hei Pi couldn't help but hold the weapon in his hand tightly.

Wandering zombies is a phenomenon in the doomsday world. Immortal zombies gather in the aimless wandering. Because the immortal zombies ahead have physical defects and are slow to move, the number of immortal zombies gathering behind them has increased.

Gradually form an immortal legion of huge scale and move forward in a mighty way.

This process is like traffic jam on a highway, with vehicles driving at low speeds ahead driving side by side, resulting in more and more congested vehicles behind.

The immortal zombies evolve very quickly and have a very keen sense of smell.

Some "special species" have also been born, where you can sense whether fresh blood is present nearby at a long distance.

This kind of special species may exist in such a huge tide of immortal zombies.

The tide of corpse may cause a devastating impact on the fortress at any time.

If it really happens, the explosion-proof door of the fortress may not be able to withstand the destruction of these infinitely powerful monsters.

All the combatants gathered in the hall, staring at the large screen above, and the tense and depressing atmosphere was almost suffocating.

"Release the disinfectant."

At this time, a gray-haired figure came to the bottom of the big screen and looked at the staff on the console and spoke in a deep voice.

The staff did not hesitate and immediately pressed the switch.

Suddenly, two spray heads poked out of the metal gate, spraying the small amount of purple liquid to disperse the possible residual odor near the gate.

As time goes by, the immortal zombies in the screen segmentation screen gradually occupy all the segmentation screens.

The first wave of immortal zombies approached the metal gate at this time and continued to walk far away with staggering steps.

The crisis did not happen, but the fighters in the hall felt extremely nervous. The crisis had not been resolved, and a large number of immortal zombies were going to pass in the future.

The second wave of immortal zombies was approaching at this time, slowly submerging every inch of the picture on the camera. The close-range shot can clearly capture the immortal zombies' empty eyes and ferocious faces, as if they could break through the screen at any time and pounce on the fortress. Everyone.

The deep roars echoed in the hall.

In the quiet environment, you can even hear the dull heartbeat sounding in different chests.

"Look at your weapons, don't knock them out in advance because of nervousness."

The white-haired figure, as the leader, reminded in a deep voice at this time, staring at the big screen like the soldiers.

Hei Pi took a deep breath at this time, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and turned his head to look at Xiao Jin beside him:

"Golden, do you think we can survive this round?"

"Nonsense, of course, I can. I haven't encountered a corpse roaming incident before, I can survive every time, and this time will be no exception."

The man called Jin's tone was firm, but his expression could not hide his nervousness, and he subconsciously swallowed.

The third wave of immortal zombies approached during the conversation.

The conversation in the hall ended abruptly, and the soldiers held the weapons in their hands tightly, and their knuckles turned white with force.

Just when they thought the third wave of zombies was about to end, a special species that was obviously taller than other immortal zombies appeared in the picture.

Its skin presents a strange blue-black, with faintly glowing bones visible under its festering muscles, and a few strands of sparse hair on its head sticking to the carrion.

This special type of immortal zombie was originally following the large army mechanically, but suddenly it seemed to notice something and slowly stopped. Its body was pushed by the immortal zombie behind it, swinging, but it always stood there.

The turbid eyeballs slowly turned at this time, and two yellow fangs appeared from the corners of their grinning mouth.

The nose wings fluttered sharply, as if they were catching some breath in the air.

The soldiers in the hall were already very nervous, and when they saw this scene, their hearts instantly raised to their throats.

Even the white-haired leader flashed a hint of panic in his eyes.

The weapons in the warriors were held tighter, and everyone held their breath, as if they were afraid that a little sound would completely anger the zombie.

Everyone understands that once this zombie determines that there is life in the fortress, they will face an unprecedented crisis.

Even if the immortal zombie tide cannot break through the explosion-proof metal gate of the fortress, the long-term siege will gradually exhaust their resources and die.

As time passes, the immortal zombie with a unique skin color in the surveillance screen seems to be pulled by some signal, slowly turning its body in place.

Although the movement was stiff, it had a disturbing concentration, and the muddy eyes occasionally swept towards the fortress.

Every time I swept by inadvertently, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the warriors in the fort hall.

Immediately afterwards, it began to approach the fortress, and with each step it took, it was accompanied by the uncoordinated shaking of its body, and its decaying soles left stains on the ground.

As it walked, it kept raising its head, smelling the smell in the air, and its head twitched from time to time.

The distance between the immortal zombies was getting closer and closer, and the soldiers' heartbeat became more and more violent, as if they were about to break through their chests.

Many young soldiers' hands trembled slightly uncontrollably, and found that the soldiers' emotions had reached the extreme. The leader standing in front whispered:

"Don't panic, it's not sure."

However, the leader who said this also covered his forehead with fine beads of sweat, and his eyes revealed an unconcealed solemnity.

The zombies came to the thorny obstacle near the fortress, stretched out their thin, thin arms full of rotten sores, groped in disorderly on the obstacle, and let out a low roar in their mouths.

The soldiers in the fortress stared at the surveillance screen, their nerves tense to the extreme.

Click.

A soldier opened firearm insurance.

Click! Click! Click!

The other soldiers also opened the safety, put their fingers on the trigger, and their eyes turned from the surveillance screen to the safety channel ahead.

The atmosphere became particularly solemn and everyone held their breath.

At this moment, the zombies in the surveillance screen suddenly licked the blood stains on the railings, and then turned around and continued to move towards the distance with the tide of corpses.

"The danger was lifted." The leader's voice sounded.

At this moment, the soldiers' tense nerves were relieved for a moment.

All the warriors felt that they had walked away at the gates of hell.

If this special type of immortal zombie strikes the fortress gate, then all immortal zombies will follow.

They are not sure about the specific reasons, but analysts believe that the virus in the immortal zombie will prompt the immortal zombie to release a special pheromone when it discovers "food".

When an immortal zombie discovers the breath of life and is attracted, the specific pheromone it releases will be instantly perceived by other zombies nearby, just like a chemical signal that conveys the message of "there is food here" to other zombies, attracting They gathered.

But the elimination of the brief crisis does not mean safety, and the huge tide of corpses in the rear is still advancing.

The fourth wave, the fifth wave... Whenever a special kind of immortal zombie appears in the picture, the atmosphere in the fortress hall will become particularly depressing.

"Golden, do you know what I was thinking about just now?"

Hei Pi pushed Jinzi standing beside him with his shoulders, and said in a terrified expression.

"What do you think?" Jinzi swallowed again, his eyes always focused on the surveillance screen, but he continued.

"What I thought was that if this crisis was resolved, I must take out all the cookies I didn't want to eat last time. I suddenly realized one thing. The most regrettable thing in my life is that I haven't finished the cookies yet. But it's gone."

"I thought it was a big deal. If I could escape the crisis this time, I would give you a pack of treasures in my collection, which would only expire for two years."

Hei Pi seemed very surprised when he heard this:

"Where did you get it after 2 years of expiration?"

"The group of wanderers who received our help last time were said to have mastered a food production factory, so many of the food in their hands were produced relatively soon."

"Damn, why didn't they give it to me?" Heipi's eyes widened.

"Because you are ugly."

Chatting and joking, my depressed mood has been relieved a lot.

After a brief exchange between Black Pi and Jin, their eyes turned to the big screen again.

The tide of corpse has exceeded halfway, and special zombies have appeared one after another, but no accidents have occurred.

Everyone's mood also fluctuates whenever special zombies appear.

At this moment, a special type of zombie more than three meters tall appeared in the surveillance screen.

He suddenly fell to the ground less than 100 meters away from the fortress, climbing towards the fortress along the pheromones that are invisible to the naked eye on the ground. He started to eject less than 30 meters away from the fortress, lifting other immortal zombies around him, like crazy Crashing into the metal gate.

The crisis suddenly came at an unexpected speed.

boom!

With a loud bang, the metal door vibrated.

All the immortal zombies in the surveillance screen raised their heads after the loud noise.

The tide of corpse advances in an orderly manner broke the calm by this loud sound.

boom!

The second impact rang out.

The metal door sprinkled rust powder under the impact, and the edges rubbed sharply.

Even the immortal zombies who had already walked away stopped their aimless steps at this moment, and a bloodthirsty light appeared in their muddy eyes, turning to the direction of the fortress in unison.

Immediately afterwards, roars came one after another, and all the immortal zombies turned to the fortress shelter.

During this period, they pushed and twisted each other, rushing towards the metal gate at all costs.

In addition to the gate, even the walls became the target of attack.

Immortal zombies have no wisdom and can only lock the specific location of the target through the pheromones provided by other immortal zombies.

They have no concept of "gate", and all obstacles in progress will be their targets for attack.

For a moment, the roars of immortal zombies, the chaotic footsteps and the sound of body collisions intertwined, forming a terrifying symphony of death.

The soldiers in the fortress were so scared that their faces were pale by this sudden crisis.

They realized something big was going on.

Now the pheromones have spread and all the immortal zombies are attacking wildly until they are destroyed and they are slaughtered.

During this period, other passing immortal zombies will also join this crazy offensive.

Judging from the condition of the metal door, I am afraid it won’t last long.

He was instantly in desperate situation, and a hint of despair appeared in the eyes of all the soldiers.

Many historical events were recorded in the fortress, some of which were brought by soldiers fleeing from other areas. They had recorded the scenes of the shelter being surrounded by immortal zombies, and the fierce offensive would not stop at all. Looking up at the big screen.

Immortal zombies do not know the pain, nor do they get tired, and they continue to hit the concrete wall.

Part of the walls has fine cracks, and the metal steel plate inside is exposed after the wall peels off.

During this process, the immortal zombie with poor physical fitness was fragmented during the impact, and black blood and minced meat were splashed everywhere, but it did not stop destroying the wall.

"Prepare for the fight!"

The elderly leader roared, then quickly walked to the console and pressed a red button.

Suddenly, red lights lit up in various areas of the fortress, and two flamethrowers poked out above the metal gate, spewing flames to burn special species, as well as the immortal zombies around it.

However, the high-temperature flame offensive did not stop the special type's offensive at all. Even though the body was ignited, it was still struggling to hit the metal gate.

The leader then looked at the warrior who was waiting for the battle and looked desperate, and said in a deep voice:

"I know you are afraid, so I am the same. No one can handle it calmly when facing death, but..."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The leader paused for a moment, his eyes swept across every face:

"We still have the right to choose!"

"We can choose to give up, wait to be torn to pieces by immortal zombies, or defend the dignity of the category (human) with our lives. We cannot lose the courage to fight, and we must try to rush out even if there is a glimmer of hope."
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"When the gate is broken, all soldiers will protect non-war personnel to break through. We will fight for your family!"

The sound of loading weapons rang one after another.

"Everyone has it, prepare to fight, use your bullets to tell these monsters, we will never surrender."

After speaking, the leader with white hair came to the front of the team and raised the modified weapon in his hand.

The weapon is like a giant steel beast. The six modified barrels are arranged in an annular shape. Each has been specially treated and has a dark blue gloss on the surface. The main body of the gun is transformed from materials on the discarded vehicle. The thick heat sink is Cover the entire gun body like scales.

Soon, non-war personnel from the ground came to the hall one after another.

Seeing that they were carrying large and small bags, the leader couldn't help but roar:

"Throwing all the things, carrying supplies will only slow down your running speed. Escape first and then consider how to eat."

Under the leadership's arrangement, non-war personnel were arranged in the center of the hall and protected by combatants in it layer by layer.

The children's sobs, the women's comfort... all kinds of voices intertwined, aggravating the depressing atmosphere on the scene.

boom!

At this moment, the metal gate at the end of the tunnel collapsed.

The ferocious appearance of a special immortal zombie with flames on its body appears under the flashing emergency lights.

"Run out!"

The white-haired leader pulled the trigger at this time, and the barrel of the Gatlin-shaped weapon in his hand rotated, and the flames spurted out, and the soldiers following him all held the trigger with their fingers without hesitation.

In an instant, a rain of bullets poured out forward.

The special type of zombie rushing in the front was hit by dense bullets and was even knocked to the ground several times by impact. However, after only a brief pause, it quickly got up and roared and rushed towards it.

The immortal zombie tide was like an unstoppable black torrent, constantly pouring in.

"Promote!"

Following the leader's command, the soldiers advanced forward.

The precious bullets are usually reluctant to use, but at this moment they pour out without reservation.

Relying on the firepower coverage, the soldier followed the leader forward for several meters, but retreated before he even walked out of the tunnel.

They found that the physical strength of the immortal zombies was too high and it was difficult to kill with bullets alone.

The tunnel is like a filter, which can reduce the number of immortal zombies attacking.

Even so, they are difficult to advance.

But if you walk out of the tunnel, you will face endless zombies that are attacking from all directions.

At this time, behind the leader, a hint of despair also appeared on his ferocious face of the black skin.

He had realized that it was only a matter of time before the fortress fell completely, and the bullets in stock would be exhausted soon.

At that time, they will be greeted by the immortal zombies.

Only after the breakthrough plan was implemented did I find it unrealistic.

The strength of the immortal zombies is not that the guns in their hands can fight against.

Despair spread throughout the hall, and the constant sobs were covered by gunfire, and everyone had already expected their ending.

After being infected, he became an immortal zombie, but he was more likely to die in the crazy eating of immortal zombies.

A few minutes later, the immortal zombie entered the hall, and the leader at the front of the team was torn off one of his arms. Although he survived, having contact with the immortal zombie means that he would inevitably be infected.

At this time, even if you shoot in the temple, you cannot change the ending.

The virus will swallow flesh and blood in the body and reproduce quickly, and eventually it will become an immortal zombie who loses its self-awareness and acts only on instinct.

The warriors fell one by one, just as everyone thought that the chapter of their lives was about to end.

An accident happened.

The rich red air flow swept into the fortress tunnel like a surging wave.

This red air flow seemed to have life, moving through every gap in the tunnel in agile manner, and in the blink of an eye it filled the dim fortress hall.

The light it released was as dazzling as the scorching sun, illuminating every corner of the tunnel as bright as day.

At the critical moment, the immortal zombie who rushed towards the surviving warrior was suddenly tightly bound by the red airflow.

Like countless tough ropes, they quickly wrap around the body of each immortal zombie, from their limbs to their torso, wrapped layer by layer, airtight.

The immortal zombies struggled and twisted desperately under the constraints of the red airflow, making creepy roars, but everything was futile.

Immediately afterwards, the red airflow exerted force, wrapped the body of the immortal zombie and pulled out of the tunnel at an extremely fast speed.

The bodies of all the immortal zombies dragged out long traces on the ground, causing waves of dust to fly.

Pulling from this powerful force, the immortal zombies in the fortress space were pulled out of the tunnel and dropped heavily on the open space outside the tunnel.

This scene shocked the warriors in the hall who were ready for death, and the desperate black skin also looked out of the passage at this time.

A figure came into view at this moment.

He stood at the entrance of the tunnel like a sculpture, his upper body was unblocked, and every inch of his skin showed a sense of vigorous power.

The dim light outlines the muscles on his body, and the bulging muscle lines show their beauty.

The broad shoulders are as thick as rocks, as if they can carry all the weight in the world.

The deltoid muscles are raised high, as if carefully carved, with hard and smooth lines, full of three-dimensionality.

In this era when food shortages and most survivors lose weight due to malnutrition, this body looks like a god in black-skinned eyes.

The chest that followed his breathing was like a towering castle in his eyes, solid and thick.

The biceps and triceps on both arms are like a pair of ready-to-run shells, with blue veins winding around the surface of the muscles, as if they were veins of strength, and powerful energy could burst out at any time.

When he clenched his fists slightly, his muscles instantly tense, and he could see the red air flow surging rapidly.

The bronze skin surface was suddenly covered with a layer of red luster, as if it was a layer of natural armor, showing wildness.

"Be careful!"

At this moment, a special type of zombie rushed towards the figure.

Hei Pi was anxious and decisively reminded him.

But the scene that followed made Hei Pi widen his eyes.

A special type of immortal zombie that can break the explosion-proof metal door and bullets cannot cause substantial damage to it was strangled.

The mysterious man's arms stretched out were kneaded, like a hard iron pliers, making special immortal zombies unable to move.

The fingers wrapped in red airflow were deeply embedded in the rotten flesh of special immortal zombies. The zombies struggled desperately, making a humming roar, but under the control of this figure, all struggles were futile.

Immediately afterwards, the biceps on the arm of this mysterious figure raised high, and each muscle seemed to be injected with endless energy. It exerted force suddenly, pinching the zombie's neck tighter and tighter.

The red airflow covering the body also became more violent.

After a "bang".

The head of the special immortal zombie exploded in his hands, black blood and broken brains splattered out, and some minced meat and plasma splattered on his face, but he didn't care, just shook his head contemptuously , shake off the filth on your face, showing your domineering spirit.

The red air flow continued to flow around the body, washing away all the filth.

The endless immortal zombies nearby launched an attack again.

He was alone at the entrance of the tunnel, like a door god.

Facing the immortal zombies, catching their teeth and claws, the mysterious figure is like an angry lion, and every time it punches, it is filled with infinite power.

With a punch, the red light followed, and the immortal zombies fell down.

The nightmare existence in their eyes was easily grasped like an ant in front of this figure.

The cognitive power completely shocked the survivors in the fortress hall.

They stared blankly at the figure guarding the tunnel, and even felt that they might have died. This was just an illusion they saw after death.

At this moment, the burly figure guarding the passage turned his head to look at them.

Grinning her white teeth reveals her face and giving her a thumbs up.

At this time, challenger prompts kept ringing in the player's mind.

This group of guarded survivors are providing a continuous stream of vows, and within a moment, 1,200 vows have been collected.

If this is taken to a trading bank, it will be worth at least 12,000 yuan.

In the process of exploring the small world, it is not how to deal with immortal zombies.

Even if these zombies with weak combat power stand and let them chew, they cannot break their defense.

The hardest thing is how to search for survivors.

Every time a survivor gathering place is found, a large amount of willingness can be produced.

At this time, players kept ringing in the voice channel of the Small World Region:

"Ahhhh, who found the survivor? I haven't met it for a long time? Which kind-hearted person shared the survivor's coordinates? I'm waiting to deal with the canned grain of my backpack."

"I suspect you are pretending to be on my back, and 500 sacrifices strive to coordinate the place where survivors gather."

"I have charged my flying sword twice, and I haven't even found the root hair. Is there a possibility that all the survivors in this world are dead, and we are in vain?"

"Can you shut up? Don't make me mentality? I don't believe that there is no survivor."

"It's comfortable, it's not very easy to obtain the power of wishes. The feeling of the power of wishes that are rising every minute and every second is really good. Isn't there anyone else who hasn't found a survivor (screenshot of the benefits of wishes)."

...

Mao Xuan posted a screenshot of his income on the regional chat channel and guild chat channel, and then clenched his fists violently.

Suddenly, the red air flow that covered his body gathered in his right fist. After a brief momentum, he suddenly made a heavy punch ahead.

boom!

The earth trembled, and the fist wind formed by the gathering of red tear apart the air.

Before the fist wind arrived, the scorching heat had swept across.

The group of immortal zombies ahead let out a low roar, and the rotten body twisted and shattered after sweeping over the red fist wind, as if it was crushed by an invisible giant hand.

The red air flow continued to advance into the distance, like a crazy dragon raging. The bodies of zombies burst out wherever they passed, black blood and broken bones splashed everywhere, and the air was filled with a smell of rottenness and burning.

This punch seemed to condense the power between heaven and earth at a point, like the judgment when the end of the world came, annihilation of all the filth and corruption in Mao Xuan's eyes.

After the body twists and accumulates power, the characteristics of the qi are activated again.

Another heavy punch was hit, and the immortal zombie looked like a toy in front of his power.

In Mao Xuan's eyes, the combat power of most immortal zombies is placed in the monster world, which is the level of the golden claw crab on the Colorful Mist Coast. It is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

In contrast, the Heavenly Fire Dharma King, who also came from a small world, is simply the ultimate boss.

Judging from the small world, it seems that the Heavenly Fire Dharma King is not weak.

No wonder the presidents of several guilds have to control the small world.

If a few guys who make trouble, they would probably be able to expose the whole world.

Especially those magic sissy guns with the soul of the Dharma Tower, they will be invincible if they insert a tower here, so they still need to protect them in melee combat.

"Lao Mao, you have posted a screenshot of your voluntary income. Has you found a survivor? How is the situation?"

Just then, a voice rang in his mind.

"The survivor has been found, and he is exploding his vows. When he gets 33,000 vows and has opened the second skill of prayer, I will exchange the star vein for the auxiliary genre and wait for my good news."
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"If you need help, please contact us at any time. We are in the Dizhong Mountains and can come and support you at any time."

"No need, I can handle it alone. The monsters in the Doomsday Small World are very low in strength."

After giving the answer, Mao Xuan clenched his fist violently, and a red airflow appeared under his feet. He raised his head to see the dense crowds of immortal zombies swarming in.

I have been playing melee battle for four months, either getting beaten or on the way.

At this moment, he finally experienced the joy of melee combat.

However, this is just a small world, not his future main battlefield. He has also embedded his soul of praying for life. If he doesn't play halfway, he may be blocked by the brothers of the guild and killed the village entrance.

He is invincible in the small world, but he is a slightly stronger player in the village, and he can't even reach the strongest echelon.

Being able to inlay the soul of prayer is also the sacrifice power collected by the guild brothers.

So, this will be his last dance to play the melee stream.

An illusory battle axe slowly condensed in his hands, as if tempered from the sun. The axe blade was burning with blazing flames, and the light shone brightly, making him look like a god coming to the world.

As the battle axe swung, golden flames cut through the sky, bringing out arcs.

The group of immortal zombies were like ants under the axe light. Before their decayed bodies were approaching, they were burned into ashes by the scorching energy, and black smoke and burnt stinking were everywhere.

The battle axe swept across, and the golden flames released swept across like an angry dragon. Mao Xuan in the killing was like a war god, crushing the immortal zombies in an invincible posture.

This scene completely shocked the survivors in the fortress and subverted their worldview.

"Mom, it turns out that there are really gods in the world who protect us."

A little girl smiled on her innocent face, and raised the album in her hand, which was covered with illustrations.

My mother didn't say anything, and her eyes were still staring at the invincible figure.

...

The battle outside continued.

After survivors in the shelter realized they were safe, their strong desire to survive began to slash.

After discovering that his willpower has decreased, Mao Xuan also accelerated the speed of harvesting immortal zombies.

In addition to protecting, there are many ways to obtain sacrifice power. It is definitely no problem to earn tens of thousands of points of vows in this world.

Meanwhile, in the sheltered hall.

Standing in the crowd, Black-skinned eyes were frantically looking at the invincible figure like a god of war. He just heard the little girl's cry and thought of the myth that he had heard.

This story tells the story of a god who saves the people in the wasteland world of the end of the world, which will bring hope and redemption to survivors in trouble.

But as he got older, he knew that this was just a fairy tale made up by the older generation.

The older generation knew that despair would completely defeat all survivors, and fabricated this story to bring some comfort to them in desperate situations.

Let them believe that even if they are in a difficult situation, there is a possibility of being saved and they must continue to persevere.

But at this moment, the gods in the story really appeared.

As described in the story, even the number of immortal zombies cannot hurt him at all.

"Xiao Jin, the myth has come true."

"Xiao Jin?"

Seeing that there was no response beside him, Hei Pi suddenly turned his head and looked at him, and found that Xiao Jin, who was originally standing by, was missing.

Looking around, he saw Xiao Jin in the corner.

Crushing away the crowd, he came to Xiao Jin and found that Xiao Jin's left face was stained with blood from the immortal zombies.

"Don't touch me."

When he found that Hei Pi wanted to touch him, he gritted his teeth and Xiao Jin, who was already a little confused, roared.

Hei Pi's body couldn't help but tremble. He knelt in front of Xiao Jin, his eyes flushed.

This is his good brother since he was a child. It is not a real brother, but he is better than a real brother. Every time he goes out to explore, they are the two of them together.

"Hei Pi... I'll shoot me and let me leave quickly. I can't stand it anymore. It hurts so much."

Xiao Jin gritted his teeth and spoke, his voice was already vague, as if he was squeezed out of his throat, and his forehead was constantly oozing fine beads of sweat. His eyes were both a desire for life and a fear of death.

"Okay."

Hei Pi raised his gun and pointed it at Xiao Jin's head.

His breathing became heavier, and he sucked the air hard, trying to muster up the courage to pull the trigger, but he couldn't use any force.

"Hei Pi, please hurry up."

Xiao Jin's eyes had turned gray and white, which was a sign of immortality, and the immortal virus was raging in his body.

Seeing the pain on his brother's face, Hei Pi finally made up his mind and gritted his teeth and pressed the trigger.

At the critical moment, one arm grabbed the barrel and lifted it up.

Bang!

Hei Pi looked up and found that the bullet was shot on the belly of the god who was shrouded in red light, leaving no trace.

"You want to save him?"

"Think." Hei Pi nodded without hesitation, a hint of desire appeared in his eyes.

He felt that this god must have the ability to save his brother.

"How much do you think?"

"I'm willing to exchange my own life for his life."

Hearing these words, a smile appeared on the face of the man with a powerful god in his black-skinned eyes, and then looked down at Xiao Jin who was struggling in pain:

"What about you, how strong is your desire to continue living?"

(This chapter ends)

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