Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

"Tyrant! You are dead!" 1

puff!

The tall and thin man charged at him, stabbed Han Mu's chest with a dagger.

It was as if it was stuck on a piece of steel, and it was impossible to get an inch in.

"How, how is it possible!"

There was a hint of surprise and confusion on his face, and the man's face was overwhelmed.

"If you want to kill me, this is it?"

Han Mu tilted his head, stretched out a finger, and tapped lightly on the lanky man's forehead.

puff!

The head was attached to the neck, and it exploded directly into a cloud of blood.

The few Xiaoxiba who were rushing over suddenly showed a look of horror on their faces.

Han Mu turned around unhurriedly.

Mind power exploded, and the upper body of the three Xiaoxiba behind him exploded directly, leaving only the lower body to keep running.

The last Konishihachi had a face full of fear, and turned to run away.

Two thick vines rose from the ground and directly hung him upside down.

"Returning Cold Meeting, the name is quite good." "087"

Han Mu walked slowly in front of him with a kind smile on his face.

"Tell me, how many of you are there?"

The main entrance of the base, on the wall woven by vines.

Thousands of corpses fluttered in the wind like dolls.

The dried blood on the wall, and the traces left by the intensive shooting of crossbow arrows.

The whole night of slaughter, countless people still can't hide the fear in their hearts when they think of it.

This slaughter affected thousands of people, including even the mid-level backbones in several bases.

Although there was no high-level mutiny, this scene still made Han Mu laugh in anger.

Of the 300,000 people in the entire base, more than 1,000 people actually joined this organization called the Rehabilitation Society.

This is only a part of being wooed, if all the people are wooed again.

How many people will assassinate him?

Ten thousand or twenty thousand?

Doomsday broke out, and many people had no chance to survive.

He gave these people a chance to survive, but unfortunately, there will always be people who don't know what it means to cherish.

For this kind of person, Han Mu has only one solution.

kill!

This kind of white-eyed wolf is also a scourge to keep.

So, blood flowed like a river that night.

Zero Summons took the undead army and cleaned up all the survivors in the entire base.

Anyone involved in this matter, in one word, die!

"I know that many of you are against me, but before you oppose me, think about it with your stupid heads.

"If it wasn't for me, how long would you be able to survive in this world with your trash who dare not even hold a knife.

Han Mu glanced at the gathered survivors.

The expression on his face was stark sarcasm and disdain.

As if to say, yes, I just treat you like a bunch of garbage.

"In my eyes, you are just a bunch of waste, maggots, if it weren't for me, more than 90% of your people would probably die in the mouths of zombies.

"Compared to the survivors all over the world who starved to death because of one bite, you are undoubtedly lucky, because you have met me, the savior who saves you, the god you prayed to in the last days of despair!"

"Now someone wants to oppose the assassination of me?"

Han Mu looked at the crowd indifferently, his icy voice was flat, but it spread to everyone's ears.

"Ask yourselves, if I really die here, who can guarantee to keep you alive? The chaebols? The military, or those scumbags who only know how to be heroes?"

"Can they make your life better, or make your life worse than death?

"Or, do some people think that they would rather be ruled by chaebols and live a life of insecurity than live a life of food and clothing in the hands of me, a native of the Dragon Kingdom? Tell me!"

The roar made all the survivors below bow their heads.

There are things most people take for granted, but only when the harsh reality is revealed before their eyes.

If it weren't for the dictatorial tyrant in their eyes, at least nine-tenths of them would not even be able to live a life of barely enough food.

What the hell are the chaebols and government forces in the cold country, others don't know, don't they still know?

It's just a group of vampires who suck blood from the people and don't treat ordinary people as human beings at all.

If you really have to fall to the chaebol to survive.

Then their only end, I am afraid that they will be knocked on the bone and suck the marrow, drained the last trace of value, and then discarded into the garbage heap.

So, if this man was really assassinated.

Among them, the lives of the vast majority will be a hundred times more miserable than they are now.

Because this is the end, no one is obliged to provide for their daily needs.

People who are worthless can be abandoned by this world and society.

This is called natural selection.

"You want freedom and independence, well, I'll give you this chance now."

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Han Mu's mouth.

"Now, as long as one tenth of you want me to leave this base, I'll leave right now.

"But remember one thing, when the zombies come over, don't pray in your heart for me to show up to save you."

"I will watch you with my own eyes, being eaten by zombies one by one, and you will also watch your relatives with your own eyes, being bitten to death by zombies in front of your eyes..."

"Most of you should have experienced this kind of scene, if you want to experience it a second time, I will fulfill you.

Han Mu glanced at his watch, and the expression on his face became indifferent.

"The materials in the base are enough for you for half a year, and you can enjoy the last half year to your heart's content, because after half a year, you will take your weapons and fight with the zombies in person, fighting for that pitiful point that you can't even fill your stomach. food.

"And you, most of you will die in the first day of survival, and the remaining part will also be eliminated one by one in the end, leaving only the most elite group to survive. to live such a life of subsistence.”1

"Because, for you, just surviving is exhausting. 1"

Han Mu smiled slightly.

If these people are really so hopeless.

Well, he will leave.

Then I watched them with my own eyes, how they were forced into a desperate situation under the attack of zombies and became food for zombies.

Their flesh and blood will become food and nutrients for zombies and mutant beasts.

And he will step on the steps built by the bones of these people and walk to a higher peak.

In the apocalypse, nothing is missing, but there is no shortage of people.

There are several million survivors in a single city, and there are at least more than 10 million survivors in the entire Cold Country.

Hundreds of thousands of people live and die, and no one will even care and care.

In the eyes of most people in power, these useless refugees will become their burden 5.0.

After all, in the apocalypse, food will always be the most scarce commodity.

A lowly commoner, not even worth a bowl of rice.

"Three minutes, kneel down if you refuse me to leave."

"After three minutes, if more than one-tenth of the people are standing, I will just leave."

Han Mu looked at his watch and started the countdown.

He did not do this purely to humiliate and vent, but to make these Xiaoxiba recognize a fact.

He leaves this base, with a large number of undead legions, he will be more dashing than he is now.

But without him, this seemingly powerful survivor base would fall apart in minutes.

Even everyone in the base will be reduced to the pie of the zombies.

And what he has to do is to make these Xiaoxiba plead with him to stay with the most humble and lowly attitude.

Recognize what is reality.

After all, he did not force these people to kneel by means of killing.