Doomsday game, start as the Dragon King of the Abyss

"Whew!" a

sulphurous snort erupted from the black dragon's nostrils.

The moment it landed on the grass, the originally green lawn suddenly withered and turned yellow.

With every breath, the black dragon's size is slowly growing, and the sound of bone hyperplasia is constantly coming from the body, crackling and crackling, like lighting fireworks.

Due to the absorption of the divine power of the Lord of Flesh and Blood, Akles, the pale arcs that lingered around the black dragon were more numerous.

Looking at the past from afar, it is like a peacock opening the screen.

This time, Yang Ming's transformation from a young dragon to a young dragon had a greater impact.

In order to allow Yang Ming to have a pure environment to transform, the rest of the people left the small secret realm and returned to the underground shelter.

Yang Jianjun heard from Yang Guofu that Yang Ming intended to build a force, so he immediately took out paper and pen, wrote and drew on the desktop, and began to do top-level design with his experience in entrepreneurship over the years and the knowledge he had learned.

No one knows better than Yang Jianjun that building a force is more difficult than starting a business.

It is necessary to combine various factors such as the environment of the times, the humanistic situation, and the actual needs to do a good job in the top-level design and construct a set of organizational structures that adapt to the survival of the last days.

Guo Ting was chatting with Yang Jianjun's wife and twin sisters, learning about the recent encounter from their mouths, and sighed from time to time.

It is difficult for ordinary human survivors to survive in a zombie-infested city.

On the first day of the doomsday game, Yang Jianjun was keenly aware that this incident was very unusual, and immediately drove his family to escape in the direction of Senshan Old Forest.

Unfortunately, the severity of the situation was far greater than Yang Jianjun's expectations.

If it hadn't happened to happen that Wang Hai and a group of subordinates were sweeping resources around, maybe their family would have died in the mouths of zombies.

For creatures like zombies, ordinary knives, guns and sticks are not easy to use.

On the contrary, firearms are very useful, and they only need to shoot through the zombie's brain, and all problems can be solved.

In addition, at the beginning of the apocalyptic game, the zombies move slowly, and they only need to muster up the courage and card the terrain to be able to scavenge treasure chest resources around the city through guns and earn the first pot of gold, so as to continue to snowball and quickly accumulate advantages.

The other end.

Yang Guofu sent twenty dragon tooth soldiers to the ground, scattered in several nearby streets, paying close attention to the surrounding situation.

He rubbed his fingers together and leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed.

At this moment, at this moment.

Yang Guofu's mind was connected to fifty dragon tooth soldiers, and through their perspectives, he could clearly see the surrounding scene.

Dragontooth soldiers are essentially skeleton soldiers, and the perspective of the undead is different from that of humans.

From the perspective of the undead, the world is as gray as death, as if using an infrared thermal imager, the wandering zombies exude a faint red, and the stronger the monster, the stronger the light.

Yang Guofu believes that the source of the light emitted by these monsters is not the heat in the body, but the ethereal soul.

It's also interesting to say.

Obviously, these humans have died, become zombies, and there are still souls in their bodies.

In fact, if you think about it, all this is probably understandable.

The birth of the first batch of primitive zombies was not due to the infection of the zombie virus, but due to the abnormal changes caused by dandelion-like blood-colored particles floating in the sky and penetrating into the human body pervasively.

The zombie group that appeared later was created by the primitive zombies biting and contracting the zombie virus through wounds.

As for where the source of all this came from?

Yang Guofu has long passed the age of finding out the root cause.

Now, he just wants to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, and when the child needs him the most, he will fight for his life to protect him well!

Suddenly,

in the sight of a dragon tooth soldier, a group of zombies rushed to him.

This is obviously wrong!

Dragontooth soldiers have no flesh and blood, no life and are worthless in the eyes of other monsters, and they will never make a big fight for a mere dragontooth soldier.

This is precisely why Yang Guofu always likes to use the dragon tooth soldiers as cannon fodder and send them to investigate intelligence.

The appearance of a large number of zombie monsters on this road is just the beginning.

Soon, Yang Guofu found that on other streets, a large number of monsters appeared one after another, and they were rushing in the direction of the underground shelter.

"Someone is driving these monsters behind their backs!" Yang

Guofu was quick to think and quickly deduced the truth from the clues.

He immediately summoned back fifty dragontooth soldiers.

On the site of the garage, a newly built guard tower has been erected.

This watchtower is the architectural drawings opened from the treasure chest in the process of Yang Ming's previous hundred consecutive draws, the overall civil engineering structure, and the height is nearly fifteen meters.

Yang Guofu, Guo Ting, and Yang Yingying climbed up the stairs and walked up the guard tower one after another.

Yang Guofu wore a wizard's hat, a mage robe, a necromancer staff, a Boots of Tranquility on his feet, and a spatial ring on his hand, and his whole body was fully armed.

He raised the staff of the dead and pointed to the bottom of the watchtower.

Bloodthirsty thaumaturgy!

Crowd acceleration!

Bone strengthening!

Body Protection!

Plague infection!

Fifty dragontooth soldiers lined up in formation, bathed in a curtain of magical light.

Each dragon's tooth soldier has a fire in his eyes, his body is covered with a layer of bone armor, a string of magazine bullets is slung on his shoulder, a submachine gun in his right hand, and a bone sword in his left hand, forming an army that dares to fight and kill.

In Yang Guofu's hands, every spell exerts a stronger effect.

Seeing this, Yang Yingying's eyes lit up with surprise, and she exclaimed:

"Dad, so you are so powerful?"

Yang Guofu lit a cigarette and took a hard puff before the battle to relieve his tense nerves.

He smiled, stroked Yang Yingying's head, and said,

"The future is the world of you young people.

"Dad, I'm not going to have the courage I had when I was young, and I don't usually compete with you young people for the limelight.

"But!"

"If there is an enemy who wants to hurt you, even if you fight my old bone, I will let him die a miserable death!" Yang

Yingying's generation of young people naturally does not understand that it was much more difficult to get into college forty years ago than it is now.

When Yang Guofu was young, he was called a genius by his parents and fellow villagers in his hometown.

"Rumble!"

A large number of zombie monsters trampled on the ground, and there was a slight tremor on the ground.

In this wave of monsters, Yang Guofu saw many familiar monsters.

Hopping Zombies, Sinking Demons, Lickers, Triangular Monsters, and some new monsters that don't get famous.

Yang Guofu took a deep breath and waved his hand violently.

Bone spurs sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, exploding directly in the monster tide!