doomsday lamb

Lin Qian's trust in Lang Hua is unconditional and blind.

Lang Hua, who is deeply trusted, probably does not have such strong confidence at the moment.

Fifty meters away, there was an unusually strong black corpse, looking at him from a distance.

That was a P2, that is, a second-level power-type black corpse, the strongest among the corpses at the moment.

Lang Hua and P2 looked at each other, apparently unanimously identifying each other as the "enemy leader" who needed to be dealt with urgently.

And between them is the "New Corpse Group No. 1" headed by a dozen special black corpses!

The group of corpses were gradually approaching, seemingly slowly but actually very fast.

Lang Hua took a deep breath and clenched the wide-backed Mo Dao in his hand.

"Whoa!"

The leader of the P2 black zombies roared loudly, and the zombies under his command immediately became excited as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood. Their running speed also increased by at least 30%.

At this moment, a crossbow arrow seemed to appear out of thin air and pierced the eye socket of a P1.

This P1 black corpse died on the spot and died in an unknown manner.

The corpses had not yet reacted to what had just happened.

Five more crossbow arrows, carrying strong winds, appeared in front of them at an incredible speed.

Use the "Maimang" skill to control several crossbow arrows at the same time to achieve a "continuous" effect. Then use the final gold evolution energy to increase the armor-piercing power of the arrows...

This is already Lin Wenjin's last resort.

Although the crossbow arrows could be recovered, he obviously did not have the time or opportunity to do such a thing.

At this moment, Lin Wenjin's evolutionary energy was completely cleared, his stock of crossbow arrows was exhausted, and he was almost in danger of collapse.

Sweat moistened Lin Wenjin's hair at the temples, and rolled down onto his stubble, sparkling like dewdrops hanging in the grass.

The five crossbow arrows knocked over one P1 and two V1, and the remaining two arrows were avoided by the quick-reacting V1 Black Corpse, causing only some flesh wounds.

Even if our side takes an unexpected advantage and uses "Maimang" to quickly kill four special black corpses, it is still a shocking result!

After the crossbow arrows appeared, a brass-colored "metal torrent" composed of standard rifle bullets followed closely behind, ruthlessly digging into the "New Corpse Group No. 1" team.

The target is directly at the special black corpses such as P1 and V1 who are the leaders of the team.

The assault rifle was equipped with an extended magazine and had greater firepower. Zhou Jin pressed his right shoulder against the butt of the gun and fired while advancing.

But in the end it was a step too late.

Perhaps the necromorph monster's instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages has taken over.

In short, dozens of bullets only eliminated two P1s and several ordinary first-level black corpses.

The remaining injuries are not fatal.

"Ho!" "Whoa!"

Having lost several generals before the battle, the P2 Black Corpse was furious. It walked steadily towards Lang Hua and the others, and the anger in its eyes seemed to have substance.

Under its instructions, the two P1 black corpses stepped forward and rushed towards here.

P1 Black Corpse has muscles all over his body and veins popping out on his skin. He is the kind of opponent that looks very difficult to deal with.

In fact, the dominant necromorph at the expense of self-awareness is more powerful than the black beasts and evolvers of the same level.

If you are an incompetent evolver and fights against a lower P1 or V1 black zombie with bare hands, you will definitely end up being a loser.

One reason for this is spore corpse poison, and the "extreme evolution" exclusive to dominant necromorphs is another reason.

In battle, their shortcomings, or the advantages of humans, are only wisdom... and weapons.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jin quickly replaced the filled magazine with a new one, raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it forward.

Lang Hua stretched out his hand to press down the muzzle of his gun and shook his head at him.

Now, as before, the Necromorphs are on guard, and thermal weapons will no longer be as effective.

Under Zhou Jin's uneasy gaze, Lang Hua carried Mo Dao behind his back, leaned over and took out two military thorns from the sides of his legs, and instantly ran out like a cheetah.

The two P1s on the opposite side also accelerated towards Lang Hua without realizing it.

The humanoid monster bared its teeth and claws, and Zhou Jin could almost smell the putrid smell carried by the wind.

The strong stench is nauseating.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, five meters!

Lang Hua's figure quickly enlarged in the dirty eyes of P1 Black Corpse!

So close! The two opposing sides will meet in the next second!

At this moment, Lang Hua suddenly lowered his body and slipped under P1's forward corpse claws.

Before P1 noticed where the "prey" was going, Lang Hua turned around and struck from bottom to top, piercing the back of its head with a military thorn.

Killer!

The inertia of the fast running continued, Lang Hua continued to lower his body, and happened to get under the crotch of the second P1.

When he passed by the opponent, he stretched out his hand to fish it out, and P1, who was like a little giant, lost his calf and fell face down on the ground.

Lang Hua quickly stood up, half-kneeling, pressed his knee against P1's back, and killed him with one knife.

In the flash of lightning, the duel was over.

From the beginning to the end, Lang Hua relied entirely on "martial arts skills" to fight hand-to-hand without using any evolutionary abilities.

P2 Black Corpse also fell into a brief state of surprise. With its current low-level wisdom, it was obviously still unable to understand what happened in the moment just now.

After a while, it finally realized that its men had been killed by the guy in front of it!

At this moment it felt increasingly angry.

The only thing it knows is that it is going to eat this nasty "prey" alive!

The P2 Black Corpse didn't move very fast, but it was followed by several V1 Black Corpses that attacked.

The V1 black corpse is thin and agile, like a pack of "hyenas".

The group of hyenas on the grassland is undoubtedly terrifying, representing difficulty and danger.

The enemy had already charged forward, but unexpectedly, Lang Hua stepped back and cleared a few meters of space in front of him.

In the next moment, a strong light, if it had any substance, fell from the sky and "cut" exactly at the position where P2 reached at this moment.

After the strong light dissipated, P2's blood-stained lips rolled up, his arms were in tatters, and he suffered serious injuries.

Lin Wenjin could see clearly that such flesh wounds were harmless to the Necromorphs and were far less fruitful than they seemed.

The person who suddenly appeared in front of P2 was Zhou Jin holding a lightsaber.

He smiled gracefully, but his eyebrows were full of determination: "Big guy, your opponent is me."

P2 stared hard at Zhou Jin, who was two meters tall and looked like a gorilla.

It looked bulky, but its movements were not slow at all, and it was fighting with Zhou Jin in an instant.

Light sabers always have an advantage against unarmed necromorphs.

But who would have expected that P2 actually raised his hand and pulled out a road pole, along with the cement block at the base, and swung it like a sledgehammer.

Zhou Jin was unable to dodge, and was in danger many times in a few seconds. For a while, he couldn't get close to it.

"Beam! Light Rain Technique!"

He was also kicked out of the fire, and countless light energy materialized into miniature light arrows, which were instantly formed and were only the size of a pin.

But these needle-shaped light rains hit P2 extremely densely. P2 hurriedly raised the road sign to block, but was instantly broken.

The iron sign and cement pier shattered in an instant, leaving only a bare iron rod in the black corpse's hand.

However, the P-type black corpse has always been known for its rough skin and thick flesh. The "iron skin" of P2 is even more comparable to the "horny armor" of Huang Shan's awakening.

There was a lot of black blood, but P2 finally stood firmly on the spot and survived Zhou Jin's decisive kill.

"The second-order black corpse...is truly extraordinary."

Zhou Jin secretly cursed, gradually feeling tired.

The power of light energy is powerful, and the energy consumption rate is unmatched by anyone.

He thought mockingly to himself: That move just now cost almost 40% of his reserves. It was really reckless...

However, it is always a good thing to know the details of P2.

Dr. Zhou Jin was breathing heavily, and the P2 black corpse was covered in holes and bleeding.

The two sides finally reached a stalemate again.

Section 2

As early as the moment Zhou Jin faced P2, Lang Hua jumped into the V1 group and started the melee.

Among the three of them, only Lang Hua can do a one-on-three group attack.

Zhou Jin is cautious and naturally has a tacit understanding with Lang Hua at critical moments.

Even though Lang Hua could win P2 faster, Zhou Jin knew that he couldn't handle the subsequent V1s.

It is really a helpless choice to face P2 with Zhou Jin's late first-order level.

Compared with the V1 group, which is easier to chew, it is still a tough nut.

The rest of the ordinary black corpses fell behind. After many times of "cutting leeks", they were still in considerable numbers.

One of the "lone seedlings" P1 was the first to be "taken care of". The rifle bullets formed a metal torrent and hit it head and face.

The shooter was Lin Wenjin.

He doesn't have Lang Hua's fluent skills yet. After being unable to use his abilities, the thermal weapon in his hand is his only reliance.

It turned out that Zhou Jin had handed the gun into Lin Wenjin's hands just now. The amount of energy recovered in the latter's body within a short period of time was extremely small.

It is a complete delusion to inspire the use of abilities, which is only enough for Lin Wenjin to maintain his final physical strength.

At this moment, he was standing on one knee on the ground, with at least three points of support, enough to ensure the accuracy of rapid shooting.

He even flattens his back foot so that the heel and calf touch the ground for a larger support area.

In his early years, Lin Wenjin invested 300,000 yuan to join a friend's live-fire shooting club.

And he himself is also a regular customer. Hundreds of rounds of ammunition cost only one thousand yuan, and the hearty feeling during target shooting is very addictive.

His previous experience helped him quickly adjust the grounding position of his body, forming the most stable shooting posture besides the prone position and the least fatigue-prone without any support.

After concentrating his firepower and killing the last P1 in seconds, Lin Wenjin had no time to breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly turned his gun to suppress it, delaying the approach of other ordinary black zombies.

At the same time, Lang Hua was surrounded by several V1s.

But rather than being surrounded, it would be better to say that he broke in on his own.

The V1 Black Corpse is frail in shape, but extremely agile in movement, comparable to those with speed abilities of the same level. The terror brought about by this weird speed once brought considerable deterrence to low-level evolvers.

P-type and V-type black corpses are the official names of the mid-apocalyptic period. Before that, they were called "crazy gorilla black corpse" and "ghost monkey black corpse" respectively, referred to as gorilla and ghost monkey.

"Reproduction!"

Lang Hua knew very well how terrifying the "Ghost Monkey" was in terms of speed, and as a non-speed user, he did not dare to make mistakes.

The moment he landed, countless miniature energy blades appeared beside him out of thin air.

If you look carefully, you can see that they include pneumatic drills, water jets, light blades and a few fireballs. They were densely packed and "smashed" into the V1 group in a short period of time, causing them to stagger and let out angry screams.

In this way, Lang Hua will not be attacked by a group at the beginning, and can seize the initiative and establish the victory.

He held the tactical spur tightly and grinned, saying he was very satisfied with the effect of the first blow. Then, the next step was what Lang Hua was most familiar with and was good at, relying on his body skills to kill in close combat.

"Blade!" He stared at the ghost monkeys who were on their backs, looking for the target to attack at the next moment. At this moment, Lang Hua's heart suddenly sounded alarm bells.

"No," he shouted in a deep voice in a hurry, "Feng Xing! Retreat quickly!"

The body stopped castrating and took three steps in the opposite direction. Lang Hua even added the soaring effect of his "Wind Succession" ability.

But on his chest, his clothes gradually tore open with a thin "knife mark". Blood soaked and spread along the fibers of the clothes...

The black corpse monster not far away retreated in one blow and stood there licking its claws. It could be seen from its eyes that it was probably very satisfied with the taste of Lang Hua's blood.

"V2?"

Lang Hua stared at it and narrowed his eyes:

"You really...hid it deeply enough."