Abyss Demon of the Worlds

Look at the body of the tyrant collapsed with a bang.

Li Wei and the others, who were running, immediately looked stunned.

It took just over two seconds from Huang Liu's turn to the time the tyrant fell.

And in such a short period of time, the two tyrants that he and others thought they could not deal with have fallen down forever.

That feeling is like when a few street fighters get together to play a game in a team, and accidentally encounter a high-level boss, just when many street fighters are already desperate, they start to leave their hands from the keyboard, imagining that they and others will be destroyed by the group. At the time of the scene, he witnessed his teammates beside him, using the world's top operations, a set of skills to instantly kill the BOSS!

That kind of shock and surprise is like discovering that Jack Ma is actually his roommate!

Someone among the reincarnators immediately exposed his essence as a licking dog, and shouted to Huang Liu:

"Dad! You are so strong! Take us with you!!"

"Big guy! Invincible!"

"Big guy! Strong and powerful! Strong and powerful!!"

"..."

In fact, it wasn't just the people present who were shocked.

Even outside Raccoon City, everyone in the Umbrella Company, who was remotely manipulating the tyrant, looked like they had seen a ghost at the moment.

The Commander's coffee was almost unsteady.

According to the calculations of the Red Queen, even more than a dozen elite soldiers fully armed and equipped with heavy firepower would have to spend a lot of money to eliminate a tyrant.

So they actually just regarded Li Wei and the others as toys for entertainment, and didn't take them seriously at all.

At the very beginning, the other party's act of escaping in all directions just hit their point of laughter.

They were amused on the spot.

But next, Huang Liu relied on an ordinary rifle to kill a tyrant in two or three seconds, which really shocked them.

It's like watching an action movie.

The commander said solemnly: "Remove the limiter of another tyrant,

Then immediately give me the info on that Asian guy! "

"Yes!"

with this command.

The remaining tyrant trembled for a while.

The coat and iron rings on his body fell one after another.

The originally well-proportioned figure, like a balloon that started to inflate, began to inflate rapidly.

Scarlet blood vessels, like armor made of magma, gradually revealed on the surface of his body.

"Quick attack!"

Faced with this situation, many reincarnators immediately knew that the other party was going to undergo a second-stage transformation and enter a state of liberation.

So they didn't dare to hesitate at all, and they poured out firepower frantically.

Try to get rid of the opponent before they've finished transforming.

However, when the opponent blocked their heads, the rifles in their hands were really equivalent to water guns, and they were meaningless except for breaking the skin.

In the end, the fingers on the opponent's hand turned into bone claws dozens of centimeters long.

The tyrant has completed his transformation!

As soon as his legs exerted force, his body jumped up to a height of five or six meters, like a predatory tiger, approaching one of the policemen between the lightning and flint.

With a casual blow, it was cut into several pieces together with the body armor.

The reincarnations looked at his performance, and their faces were extremely ugly.

One of them even trembled in his calf:

'Vori, tyrant of two claws!

This thing is **oss in the game, basically immune to firearms, only the rocket launcher is the best...'

The situation, which had improved a lot due to Huang Liu's amazing operation, became critical again.

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Hospital.

After Orshaga arrived at the place, he arbitrarily parked the aircraft on the roof of the building.

After getting off the aircraft, I pushed the door on the top of the building hard, and found that the thing was motionless, presumably after being locked.

Orshaga took out the divine weapon he picked up—iron wire from his pocket.

Poke it into the keyhole and fiddle around with it.

"Crack!"

The iron door opened with a sound.

"This thing is very useful~"

With this thought in mind, he put the wire back in his pocket.

As soon as the iron door was opened, the first thing that entered his perspective was a pile of broken bones and various traces of bloody struggles.

After observing the traces around him, he restored the situation at that time.

A certain guy tried to escape to the roof of the building to avoid the zombies, but when he opened the door, he realized that he did not have the key.

So, it was a tragedy on the spot.

There is a closed gate in front, and hordes of zombies in the back.

There is nothing more humiliating than being blocked by a group of old cold legs to a dead end.

Moreover, because the number of zombies in the back is too large, the amount of meat of that unlucky bastard is simply not enough, and there is no chance to become a zombie, and it is directly eaten to pieces.

"ZiZhiZi~"

Olshaga immediately disliked it.

the entire hospital.

This guy might be the cleanest one to eat.

He sniffed the smell left in the air, and he frowned slightly. It was the residue when the zombies ate the large intestine sashimi in the corridor.

'In terms of human sense of smell, this smell is really not very pleasant...'

Thinking of this, he stepped on the red paste on the ground and walked down the corridor.

He didn't go far, he just walked up the stairs of two floors, and three zombie figures entered his eyes.

When there is no prey, these zombies are almost the same as wooden people.

He stood still, not moving.

In the face of Olshaga's approach, they quickly responded.

The smell, hearing, and vision of zombies.

To a certain extent, even more sensitive than normal people.

Watching them take that stiff pace, they walked towards him.

Orshaka didn't even want to stop, and with a calm face, he drew out the long sword from his waist.

Three random stabs.

It pierced their eye sockets and transmitted vibrations into the brains inside, turning them into tofu brains.

With the sound of them falling to the ground, Olsaka shook the long sword in his hand, shaking off the red and white things on it.

Leisurely, humming a song softly, continue at your own pace.

Originally, he built a chainsaw sword for himself to slash monsters, but the two most important factors of that thing, battery life and appearance, were not very easy to handle due to material limitations.

So he simply dismantled that thing.

A part of the material is made into an electric grill, which is ready to be installed on the aircraft after a while, so that you can eat barbecue while flying.

Another part of the material was knocked into a long sword by him.

Although there is no special effect, the factors such as sharpness and toughness are not bad, and it can barely be used.

As he slowly moved forward, the unparalleled mowing began to be staged in his hands.

The zombies inside the hospital, one after another, quickly rushed into the street under his sword.

Not even qualified to flutter.

Although his current physical fitness is only the level of an ordinary person, Olsaka is still easy to deal with these garbage.

Those incomparably stiff movements of the other party were meaningless in his eyes.

Most of the time, he only needs to raise the long sword in his hand at the right time, and those zombies will smash the sword tip into their own brains and complete the act of suicide.

And the human body actually has the ability to self-regulate.

As long as the consumption of physical strength is maintained to a certain extent. Those theoretically speaking, Olshaga's physical strength will not decline.

So for him to deal with these zombies, it is no different from breathing.

"You're trash too..."

Saying these words, Orshaga casually pointed the long sword in his hand at a shadow somewhere beside him.

And there, a licker just happened to be flying over.

The long sword that blocked its flight path immediately entered its brain, killing it instantly.

Afterwards, Orshaga used the skill of four or two to move a thousand pounds, using the force that the opponent had when he flew over, and discarded the opponent's corpse that would soon hit him, and discarded it into the pile of corpses beside him.