Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

"Dead or alive?"

With a faint smile on his face, Zero dragged the huge axe and slowly walked towards the frightened crowd.

"I I I..."

The leader of this small base with less than 200 people was a little flustered.

puff!

The wheeled axe blade falls directly!

The leader of the base broke down in cold sweat.

The sharp axe blade rubbed the tip of his nose, and he could even smell the pungent bloody smell.

"Yeah, it's wrong, guess if you will have such good luck next time."

Zero narrowed her eyes, and the smile on her face became more and more cruel.

In the eyes of a group of people, this smiling guy is as terrifying as a devil.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zero raised the axe in his hand again.

"I choose to live!"

In a word, it seems to have exhausted all the strength of the whole body.

The leader of the base shouted in cold sweat, for fear that this guy wouldn't be able to hear it.

call!

The axe blade stayed at a distance of less than ten centimeters in front of him, and Ling held a two-meter-long giant axe in one hand.

Serenity was written on his gentle face.

"Next time, answer my words quickly, or...you will die."

"I understand!"

The man fell to the ground, panting heavily, and the thrill of escaping from death made his adrenaline rush frantically.

The beating of the heart doesn't seem to belong to him.

"Pack up your people and things, and gather at the tallest hotel. You still have... three hours."

Zero said lightly, turned around and walked out of this small base.

Jump on the shoulders of the undead heavy armored soldier at the door and look at the map in his hand.

On the map, large and small circles are marked, and each circle represents a gathering place of more than 100 people.

His job today is to clean up all these gathering places.

He was not worried that the group of people behind him would run away.

In this place where zombies are everywhere, they can go anywhere even if they run.

The corpse tide is about to come, and he is saving these people.

It's hard to persuade a goddamn ghost.

"Next!"

Ten minutes later, Zero, who was dragging the blood-stained axe, walked out of a base.

Scarlet splattered all over his face.

A peaceful face filled with evil spirits.

This base is the home of a cult called the Salvation Society.

A few MLM practitioners wooed a group of survivors and brainwashed them all into believers.

Zero has only one attitude towards this stubborn person.

kill!

One hundred and thirty-eight cultists and leaders were all beheaded.

"Go, next!"

Zero held the map, as if it were just a list of dead cleansers.

And what he has to do is to kill all the damned people on the list.

On this day, no one can forget the fear of being dominated by that man.

The man who called himself the number one fascist under Han Mu-sama.

Zero's Familiar.

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[Killing Halo (Advanced Talent): Intermediate-LV4]

[Effect: When all melee friendly units attack, they will cause a damage splash effect, and cause additional damage of 40% of the attack power (base 20, each level +5 maximum 50) to the surrounding enemies within 4x4 meters. 】

[Why stop fighting, stop killing by killing! 】

[Talent upgrade requirement: 80000]

"80,000 experience points, it is estimated that it is not enough."

Seeing the Slaughter Halo that had just been upgraded to level 4, Han Mu couldn't help but click his tongue.

This talent is simply born to deal with group warfare.

Four-meter attack splash range, 40% damage output.

With the output ability of the melee undead arm, two or three swords can harvest a zombie.

For him, the sea of ​​​​tactics can be said to be directly ineffective.

Looking at the remaining 20,000 experience points, Han Mu directly clicked [True Vision Aura] to level three.

The detection range reaches 30,000 meters, and the displayed picture is also clearer.

"Press it like this, it won't become a full-picture video."

Han Mu shook his head.

"The residential area is almost cleared, and the next step is the food processing plant."

Han Mu looked at the map with cold eyes.

Killed two of his elite Cerberus teams, whether you're a zombie or something.

All have to pay the price in blood.

As a person, everything is good, just a little bit of vengeance.

If you kill me twenty hellhounds, then I will simply kill you two hundred thousand.

Anything more is interest.

"Undead Legion, it's time to gather!"

Han Mu had a thought, and the countless undead soldiers who were cleaning up zombies from miles away slowly raised their heads.

Like an ant, it returns to the direction of the ant nest.

"What the hell is this bastard doing?"

Jin Zhiyan, who was leading the base's security team to clean up the zombies and temper his courage, watched the undead soldiers swarmed towards the hotel.

A question mark flashed through my mind.

"Everyone gather, go back first."

Gathering the security team, Jin Zhiyan, who returned to the hotel, was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Hundreds of undead soldiers lined up in formation, and more than 400 hellhounds were breathing heavily.

A terrifying breath of death filled the air, and the entire hotel seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

The undead soldier alone may be shocking, but there is absolutely no more intuitive sense of what it means to be powerful than this scene.

Han Mu doesn't stop the survivors from going out, after all, if they stay in a cramped space every day, normal people will become neurotic.

So there are quite a few survivors around the hotel taking a break from the cleared streets.

Fear, awe, with a hint of reassurance.

"This bastard still likes to show off so much."

Jin Zhiyan pouted in disbelief.

Thinking that these terrifying guys belonged to that man, an inexplicable sense of pride flooded into my heart.

And a group of women who heard the movement came running, with a strange light flashing in their eyes.

In the apocalypse, for women, men who are strong enough are the most attractive.

Nothing can make them feel more secure than this scene.

No one saw this scene without feeling shocked.

"My man must be the strongest man in the world."

The policewoman's eyes flashed with a frenzy, and she strengthened her vision and choice.

This kind of woman who just loves and dares to hate has the most decisive character. As long as she admits and likes a person, she will do anything without considering the consequences.

Otherwise, to a man who has just met for less than a day, he will hand over everything of himself, and he will hand it over completely.

A pure love brain.

"It's still a little off."

As the master of the undead army, Han Mu's eyes were not very satisfied.

The current undead army is at best a prototype for him.

No, it should be said that it is not even a prototype.

The undead army is no more than ten thousand, is that still the undead army?

Compared with the real sea of ​​​​the undead, this level of undead army is still far behind.

At least the number exceeds 10,000, more than ten arms, and there must be several advanced undead arms.

That is the prototype of the real undead natural disaster.