Data Wasteland

"This is Syracuse Radio, and the announcer Yafan is reporting on the spot for you!"

On the tallest satellite tower in Jackdaw Collar, a young man was broadcasting live to a camcorder against the high-pressure air currents scurrying around.

Looking along the direction of the camera, the mountains in the distance are hazy, quiet and magnificent.

However, at the foot of the mountain is another scene. The Kuroshio rushed in, pouring into the earth frantically, filling every canyon, filling every gap, overturning rocks like a tsunami, and slamming towards the human defense line from the road.

"Everyone look this way!"

The camera focused on the southwest of the city, and an ancient beast appeared on the webcast.

The fierce beast was extremely huge, like a moving mountain, covering the clouds and sun wherever it went. The nine snake bodies twisted frantically, and the bodies around them piled up into mountains and blood flowed into rivers.

In the pile of corpses, several huge snake heads were raised, black blood dripped down the sharp teeth, and the narrow snake eyes flashed with scarlet rays of light.

"Audience gentlemen, this is the legendary patron saint of the Water Weasel Principality, the giant hydra!"

"Thank you Marquis Juqing for your assistance to our country, thank you!" The announcer bowed to the camera and saluted.

On the battlefield, the giant nine-headed snake ravaged the group of corpses frantically, and in one bite, there were more than a dozen living corpses, twisting their hair violently, and throwing out a rain of blood. Under the huge gap in strength, the living corpse was instantly crushed into pieces like ants under the wheel.

Just as the giant nine-headed snake was slaughtering the corpses, several huge figures appeared on the other side of the battlefield. They roared up to the sky and ran towards the Hydra with big strides.

Where the huge soles fell, the ground shook violently, and the corpses rose into the sky like a waterfall.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, eleven, twelve, thirteen"

"It's Thirteen! Our Marquis Juqing is facing a huge challenge, and the Thirteen Corpse Kings are rushing towards the city!"

"Let's clasp our hands and pray for Marquis Juqing and our patron saint!"

"victory!"

For a giant unit with a step of more than 50 meters, the distance of thousands of meters is in the blink of an eye. I saw the thirteen corpse kings forming a fan shape, rapidly approaching the giant nine-headed snake.

Seemingly aware of the threat, the nine snake heads twisted at the same time, stretched their necks back and forth, vomited red snake letters, and made a sharp neigh at the corpse kings.

The corpse kings roared and rushed, and the war was about to break out. The first corpse king who rushed in front of him stretched out his hands and flew over, as if he wanted to pounce on the back of the Hydra. But I saw even a snake head shrank back, and then shot out, the snake body was as fast as lightning, one snake head bit the corpse king's shoulder, the other bit the throat, and then twisted the snake body violently, pulling hard to both sides.

"Tear!"

With the sound of piercing the eardrum, the corpse king's shoulder was torn open, and a large piece of his neck was torn open, revealing the trachea inside. ten meters away.

"Wow! Hydra patron saint, invincible!" The first corpse king was strangled in an instant, and the announcer raised his index finger excitedly and spat out.

At this moment, the second and third corpse kings rushed in front of them. The Hydra was so powerful that it twisted its body. The four snake heads bit the two corpse kings in one bite. They slowly lifted them into the air and tore them into pieces. Blood mist swept across the sky.

Often the higher the level of the battle, the simpler the way of attack, who is stronger and whose body is stronger. In the face of pure power, all skills are in vain, just like a nuclear bomb dropped, no matter how many plans, strategies, arrangements, all will be destroyed in front of the rising mushroom cloud.

"Wow, it's too powerful! This is the power of a false god, it's simply too powerful!" The announcer danced with excitement and swayed his body, making people worried that he would fall off the tower and fall to pieces.

After losing three of his comrades, the remaining Corpse King got smarter. They coordinate their speed and pounce at the same time.

The giant Hydra, who had already killed the red eye, did not hesitate to meet him, but faced with the corpse kings who outnumbered the snake heads, they fell into a deadlock as soon as they met.

I saw a snake's head open its **** mouth and bite fiercely at the rushing corpse king, but another corpse king pounced on it from the side, hugged the snake's neck, and pinched his hands like iron pincers.

The key is controlled, the snake's head struggles desperately, the thick snake's body is stretched tightly, and the scales open angrily. But the corpse king is extremely powerful, no matter how the snake body twists, he will always hold it tightly.

The other snakeheads wanted to come over to help, but were immediately stopped by the corpse king who rushed up behind, and hugged the giant snake's seven inches in the same way.

For a time, the two sides were at a stalemate and scuffled together. The huge body struggled and rolled on the battlefield, crushing everything around him.

As the so-called fairy fights, it affects the pond fish. Under the huge bodies of the Hydra and the corpse kings, the human soldiers roll and crawl and flee in all directions, so as not to be crushed into meat sauce.

Looking up, on the other side of the battlefield, a huge red dragon hovered in the sky, spewing high-temperature fire columns to the ground from time to time, burning large areas.

On the ground, the huge flaming goat rammed through the corpses, like a crazy bulldozer, leaving behind a road paved with corpses.

Although the addition of the legendary powerhouse has greatly eased the impact of the corpse tide, there are still millions of living corpses passing through the defense line and rushing towards the city.

In one corner of the battlefield, on a high ground, a dozen soldiers were standing on the edge of the cliff, shooting desperately at the living corpses that were climbing wildly below. The muzzle of the gun spit out, and a shuttle of bullets smashed the air, piercing the head of the living corpse with a sharp sound and high temperature, and brought out a large amount of dark green corpse blood.

"Grenade!" "Blow up this group of dogs!"

Upon receiving the captain's order, a soldier stopped shooting, tore off the high-explosive grenade hanging on his chest, and slammed it down with force.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded among the climbing corpses, and more than a dozen living corpses were blown away on the spot, clearing a large blank.

But before everyone had time to take a breath, the second wave of living corpses came up again. They piled on top of each other on the hillside, rushing up one after the other.

"Hit, hit me hard!"

The middle-aged captain was biting a half cigarette, holding the Vulcan Cannon in both hands, and shooting frantically downward.

The dense bullets stirred up a large swath of smoke and dust, and the hillside was covered in gray. Only a vague roar could be heard inside, and the picture could not be seen clearly.

Several soldiers threw grenades down one after another, and a large group of flames flashed away in the smoke, and I don't know how many living corpses were blown up.

The smoke continued to rise upwards, and someone began to cough. The captain suddenly raised his head. He clearly felt that there was a gust of wind blowing above his head just now, and it seemed that something flew past.

When he turned his head and saw what it was, he immediately shouted, "Be careful of corpse poison!"

But he was too late, so he could only watch helplessly as the dark green living corpses staggered into the crowd, and then banged out a large cloud of poisonous mist.

"Ah, ah, I'm poisoned!" "Medic!"

The medical soldier whose helmet was painted with a red cross logo rushed over with a medicine box on his back, took out the antidote and gave it to the poisoned soldier to drink.

"After fighting for so long, why hasn't the number of living corpses decreased yet?" "Don't underestimate the corpse tide of tens of millions!"

"I hope we can go back alive!" "If you want to survive, don't be snarky, call me!"

The group of corpses roared and grabbed upward, Wu Qing's nails digging into the soil, pulling up hard, climbing the cliff, and rushing towards the humans.

"Flame!" "Received!"

The support hand with the fuel bottle on his back rushed to the edge of the cliff and sprayed a large amount of flames at the few living corpses that had just climbed up.

The corpse was on fire and screamed terribly. The captain and the soldiers swarmed up and pressed the corpse back.

After a hard fight, he finally resisted the attack. But there was not much time left for them to rest, and they immediately replenished their ammunition to prepare for the next wave of shocks.

"My God, look over there!"

A soldier suddenly froze, facing southwest, as if he saw something incredible.

Everyone came over and looked in the direction of the soldiers.

The next second, everyone was stunned. On the horizon in the distance, there were tall figures radiating golden light all over their bodies.

Golden Corpse King!

As if for a moment, everyone forgot to breathe. If the supreme powerhouse is the king among human beings, then the golden corpse king is the king among living corpses!