Doomsday game, start as the Dragon King of the Abyss

From the data panel of the tyrant, it can be seen that this is a humanoid tank!

With the defense power of the tyrant's body, he can carry the power of the bazooka explosion!

It is no wonder that with the military ability of the human survivors of the shelter, it is only temporarily delaying the footsteps of this group of tyrants.

It's not that these military professionals are incompetent, it's that these tyrants are too meaty!

But all this will come to an end.

Because, Yang Ming has descended!

"Huhuhu!" The

ten-meter dragon wings blew a fierce wind, and a domineering black dragon descended from the sky like an eagle falcon, and the pair of hook-like dragon claws flashed with a terrifying cold light, and as soon as the huge dragon body fell, it fiercely hooked its claws on the tyrant's broad shoulders.

However,

to Yang Ming's surprise, his dragon claw, which had always been invincible, suffered a loss for the first time.

Far from piercing the flesh of the tyrant's shoulder, the dragon's claws could even feel a sense of toughness and thickness.

But it doesn't matter!

With the momentum of the fall, coupled with the weight of the upper ton, the black dragon still pressed the tyrant to the ground with the momentum of Mount Tai.

The tyrant was expressionless, his alienated arms flicking, trying to struggle to his feet.

The huge dragon's head hung low, and the golden vertical dragon pupils shimmered with a cold cold light.

Just now, he exhausted the energy in the furnace stomach pouch in one breath and transformed it into the King of Fire Demons, causing Yang Ming to now be a rice-free cooker.

Yang Ming had no choice but to take out a can of compressed beef from the space ring, he didn't bother to tear open the package, and swallowed the cans directly into his stomach, letting the furnace stomach pouch digest them all.

These canned compressed beef items are all army supplies and are kindly provided by General Z.

The protein contained in a can of compressed beef is enough for an average person to supply for a week.

The young dragon stage has a great appetite, and once these canned compressed beef fall into the stomach pouch of the furnace, it only replenishes less than 10% of the energy.

In order to save money, Yang Ming approached the back of the tyrant's head, Huo Di opened his bloody mouth, and while biting on its head, a little pitch-black dragon flame suddenly erupted from his deep mouth.

The Tyrant's defenses are really strong.

The pitch-black dragon flame poured on the tyrant's head like black oil, and it failed to burn its head in the first place, but kept coming with the burning sound of "snort", and even stimulated the tyrant's desire to survive.

The two alienated arms were violently propped up on the ground, and the tyrant let out an inhuman-like beastly roar from his mouth, and he actually carried the huge black dragon's body inch by inch!

"Good guy!" Yang

Ming admitted, he did underestimate the other party before.

It seems that after the monster level reaches the third order, it has indeed undergone a qualitative change.

Yang Ming wanted to open the Peerless Mode as before, and it would undoubtedly become more difficult to be invincible in the corpse tide.

This reminded Yang Ming that the Doomsday Game was not an online game, even if he obtained the Abyss Dragon King bloodline at the beginning, if he didn't fight hard, he would be overtaken by monsters in the near future!

As soon as he thought of this, a killing intent rose in Yang Ming's heart.

"Get down for me!" the

dragon's claws slammed into the back of the tyrant's head with a thousand pounds of force, and slammed his head into the asphalt again.

The pitch-black dragon flame burned silently, and it took five minutes to finally burn the tyrant's head to the ground, and there was not even a slag left.

Even if a tyrant has the ability to regenerate quickly, he will never be able to regenerate his own head.

The two-story black dragon grabbed the tyrant's corpse with four claws, and the majestic dragon pupils were shining.

Blood covered the long red carpet.

Bodies piled up to form a path to the throne.

With his back against the background of the rain of bullets, he revealed a supreme domineering spirit, which made people feel awe.

Outsiders didn't understand the Dragon King, and they were all shocked to see that the tyrant who had made all the human survivors feel extremely troublesome before, was actually killed by the Dragon King.

The psychology of admiring the strong is not exclusive to women.

When they saw that the dragon king easily defeated the tyrant, many volunteers let out bursts of cheers, and even some bold female volunteers threw a wink in the direction of the dragon king.

I don't know what these girls are thinking, it seems that with their small bodies, they can't do anything.

Even soldiers with strict military discipline couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yang Ming's eyes were sharp, and he had already found that his parents and sister were staying in the back trench.

But now, it's not time for the family to be reunited.

Yang Ming looked around, as if sensing that the black dragon had a huge threat, and the other tyrants gave up on the line with the military professionals and rushed over from all directions, trying to join forces to kill the black dragon.

"Tsk!"

"If I were alone, in my current state, I would still be powerless against a tyrant with a double-digit number.

Yang Ming raised his head and let out a long dragon groan.

Hearing the call of the Abyss Dragon King, the Fire Demon King was originally trying to torture monsters on another battlefield, but he immediately left the mess all over the ground, took two long legs of flames, and hurried towards the direction where Yang Ming was.

Don't look at the size of the Fire Demon King, I think it's slow.

In fact, the span of the two legs of the Fire Demon King is very long, and the speed of ordinary walking is comparable to the speed of an ordinary car, and once he runs, the speed is comparable to that of a sports car.

......The

Fire Demon King landed on the asphalt with one foot, leaving a trail of flame and a slight tremor on the ground.

Feeling the earthquake getting closer and closer, many human survivors subconsciously held their breath.

A huge flaming palm pressed against a tall building, and then a huge head poked out from behind.

Previously, a group of human survivors had only seen a flame giant descend from the sky from a distance, and their feelings were not so profound.

When the Fire Demon King appeared in sight, a group of human survivors couldn't help but let out an exclamation,

"It's so big!" The

Fire Demon King was nearly fifty meters tall, even compared to some commercial buildings, it was not far behind.

What shocked the human survivors even more was that when this fierce and powerful Fire Demon King appeared, he actually knelt on one knee and half on the ground, as if he was accusing the Dragon King!

"Hiss!"

"What kind of profession and bloodline is this Dragon King, why is it so terrifying?"

"Everyone is in the same nine-year compulsory education, why is the Dragon King so good?"

"I admit it, I'm sour!"

"......"

All of a sudden, the glass hearts of the human survivors seemed to shatter to the ground.

Listening to the words of envy, jealousy and hatred of the people around them, Yang Guofu and Guo Ting suddenly felt light on their faces, and they were proud and glorious for Yang Ming!