Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

A minute of silence.

Gradually, the first person knelt on the ground.

The man kneeling on the ground lowered his head, trembling all over, and didn't even dare to look at the eyes of those compatriots around him.

Disappointment or contempt?

"I just want to...live."

Without the protection of this man, even if they could live, how long could they live?

Difficult words, like a sharp arrow stuck in the body.

The people of the Han country who were still hesitating for their dignity all shuddered.

Life or Dignity?

To live like a dog in a safe world, or to choose freedom in death?

Even if life is not as comfortable as it used to be, compared to most people in this world, they are lucky enough.

Because, they can still survive in a safe world with barely enough food and clothing and without worries.

If it were changed to other places, they would be forced to go to the front line and fight zombies now.

Get that paltry ration.

How many people want to live the life they have but can't.

And all this is not what they deserve, but this man gave them.

one, two

With the first person taking the lead, the rest seemed to convince themselves.

In the blink of an eye, almost 30 of the survivors in front of them were kneeling on the ground.

There were only a few thousand people left standing in the same place with tangled faces.

The corners of Han Mu's mouth rose slightly, revealing a bloody smile.

"kill!"

Blood splashes!

The undead soldiers guarding the surroundings instantly shot all the survivors who were still standing.

Facing countless pairs of fearful eyes, Han Mu's expression was indifferent.

"Since most of you choose to continue to obey me, then these people are the restless elements in the base."

"They are alive and only affect your happy life.

After a half silence.

"Damn them!"

"Axi, these restless bastards, they have a good life, but dare to hurt the great leader!"

"It's a pity they died too early, otherwise I'd kill them too!

Look down at the group of flattering survivors.

A sarcastic smile slowly appeared on Han Mu's face, and he turned to look at Yin Xiying, whose face was ashen next to him.

"Do they look like a dog to you?"

Yin Xiying snorted coldly, turned around and left.

The racism that has been insisted in the depths of the heart has been shaken violently at this moment, and has fallen into deep self-doubt.

She did not understand why these people would easily give up their dignity in survival and dignity.

In her eyes, even dying with dignity is better than living like a dog.

Is this really the proud and powerful cold country in her impression?

Or, this is the original face of the people of the cold country.

On the surface, they are proud and conceited, but in their bones they are a group of dogs wagging their tails and begging for pity.

Why is this so?

If Han Mu knew what she was thinking, he would have laughed out loud.

The ancestors of the Cold Kingdom are a dog raised by the Dragon Kingdom, no matter what era they are enslaved.

But now the owner has changed.

The appearance of being strong from the outside and doing things in the middle is like a nouveau riche. The pride and conceit on the surface are actually just a cover for the inferiority in the heart.

A group of inferior Chinese who have no history, even their ancestors have to steal from the Dragon Kingdom.

What kind of pride and dignity come from.

Peeling off the superficial disguise, what was revealed was the same humble face as a dog.

The word "I would rather die than yield" can never be placed on the heads of these little Xiba.

"I watched a good show today, and everyone's supplies were doubled today.

Han Mu's voice fell, and a fierce shout suddenly sounded.

"Give you a bone and you will be grateful, what a bunch of good dogs."1

Han Mu's mouth twitched into a smile, and his eyes were cold.

If the dog wants to bite its owner, it will kill the dog together.

Having settled the matter at the base, Han Mu spent another half-day tidying up in the bedroom.

Mainly to keep a group of women who have just woken up to sleep.

"Nancheng District, the chaebols and the military, every time they think they will meet so soon."

Han Mu was half-leaning on the throne, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, Mu Guangfu passed through the tall buildings and saw the icy hole.

The chaebols are the rulers of the cold country, the princes and kings of the old era.

And he represents a new era.

The princes of the old era and the kings of the new era collide, whether the decayed kingdom continues to exist, or a new and more powerful empire rises.

"Who is the real king of this era, you won't know until you touch it.

Han Mu's smile is getting wilder!

What's the point of playing with a bunch of civilians with nothing.

It's fun to gamble with these chaebols, winning further and losing nothing.

The bones of the loser will become a cornerstone under the victor's throne, allowing the opponent to stand higher.

bang bang bang!

The violent beast took heavy steps and stopped in front of the huge military base.

Han Mu jumped off the giant beast and slowly walked forward.

Beside him, Zero and Chaos followed one step behind.

Behind him, the death knights lined up in a row exuded a chill of icy despair.

Wherever Han Mu walked, the life of the earth was frozen.

The skeletal tyrant recklessly swayed the tyrannical killing breath.

In the future, there is an endless army of undead, and the dark soul fire burns like stars twinkling.

Silence! Fear! Death!

The undead army recklessly swayed the despair that it brought.

Han Mu walked at the forefront, his thin figure seemed to be able to match a legion.

"If you are interested, let's talk."

Han Mu stood less than 200 meters in front of the base and stopped.

The faint voice instantly spread throughout the base.

"You have two choices now, you are my master, or you are my enemy.

"The former live, the latter die!"

Bang!

In the war room, Bai Zhijie slammed the tabletop hard, looking at the man in 087 who was wantonly showing his imposing manner on the screen with a livid face.

"Arrogant!"

But I have to admit that this scene is too domineering!

Even with her critical eyes of a woman from a top chaebol family in a cold country, she couldn't help being attracted by the light on her body.

She had not seen this kind of heart-warming feeling for more than ten years.

Bai Zhijie took a deep breath and calmed down the disordered breathing.

Kneeling to live, or standing to die?

It's a tough choice, given the fighting prowess these undead show.

Want to win?

Chances are not more than 20%.

But it is impossible for a woman like her to surrender.

Who wins and who loses, you have to play to know.

and...

"You made a fatal mistake and shouldn't have revealed your position to me.

Looking at the man standing at the entrance of the military base, a smile appeared on Bai Zhijie's face.

"Missile aiming! I want this little man to know the gap between human power and technological power." 1

"Locking on target! Calibration complete!"

Bai Zhijie slowly reached out and placed his hand on the red button.

A trace of pity flashed in his eyes, if this man was from the Cold Country, if he met him at another time and place.

She might even give him a chance to pursue her.

"Pity!"

Squeezed out that emotion in my heart.

Bai Zhijie's face returned to indifference, and he slowly pressed the button.

"For the sake of the cold country, I can only ask you to die!"