Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

Just as it was absorbing sunlight and causing its body to undergo slight changes, the rooftop door not far behind it suddenly opened.

The familiar footsteps made it have no desire to look back. It wasn't until the person walked up to it that it took a stingy glance at what the other person was holding.

The facial features that have been reorganized countless times will always blur again in the early morning, trying to piece together the ideal appearance it wants, looking at the facial features that are still changing and exchanging positions on the mass of flesh, the tall man wearing a gray suit. The smart zombie's handsome face had no expression, and he said in a very calm tone: "You don't seem to need me to continue to find templates for you?"

The large mass of sarcoma that had already begun to turn into pupae glared at it, and with its eyes that were almost glued together, it motioned for the other person to open the thing it was holding.

The zombie saw that it was once again facing an advancement, and this time it was likely to have a complete human-like body, so he opened the illustrated magazine that he had finally found without any fuss.

The foreign man in the pictorial has shoulder-length light blond hair. Perhaps because of the theme of the pictorial, he wears gorgeous light purple contact lenses. His light pink lips outline a soft smile, and he holds the flower in his hand toward The camera was released, and the white suit made him look like an elf prince who strayed into the world, clean and gentle.

Sarcoma, who has always been obsessed with his appearance, seems to be very satisfied with this and swallowed the pictorial directly!

The zombie watched it slowly turn into something similar to a turtle shell, and then sat cross-legged and idle aside, waiting for it to break out of the shell.

It’s hard to say how long it will take zombies like them with their own personality and intelligence to advance in a big way. Some will even die directly in that shell, but if they can break out of the shell, then it will be as good as It was very different from before. In addition to being able to command zombies that were lower than their own level, regardless of the blood test in the human protective circle, they could smoothly blend into the crowd without being discovered.

However, because they are able to control their appetite very well at this level, and have memories of their lives, they are not too hostile to humans. In short, they will not attack people uncontrollably and actively as before.

Waiting and waiting, seeing that it was getting dark, it turned its head and glanced at the 'turtle shell', wondering if plastic surgery was a bit difficult, that's why the playmates it met on the road hadn't come out for so long. .

Even because of its obsession with appearance, it is impossible to die in a 'turtle shell'.

After waiting for a few more hours, it was completely dark, and the 'turtle shell' began to show signs of cracking.

All it takes is one crack, and the other parts will shatter in response.

When the big sarcoma who had successfully advanced stepped out of the turtle shell with his long legs, he combed his light blond hair back with his hands. There was no emotion in his lavender eyes, only a dead silence. It seemed Somewhat weird.

The zombie threw the prepared clothes to it and said, "Want to find her?"

Sarcoma, who was already a handsome blond man, said in a clear and gentle voice while putting on his clothes: "There is no way to pass the review of the protection circle, it is difficult to find."

It carefully buttoned up all the buttons of the white shirt, then smoothed the corners, "From today on, I will call..."

"what is it call?"

"I don't know. I ate too many zombies and people when I was still suffering from sarcoma, which caused my memory to be very confused."