Doomsday Transformation Valkyrie

() The night sky shrouded in darkness, in that deep darkness, is confused by death and killing. And in this area of ​​death and killing

Wang Mao was just an unemployed vagabond. In his spare time, he followed his boss to make some extra money. He was also a so-called gangster. However, when the end of the world came, he escaped because of some special reasons.

Tribulation.

Fortunately, he was able to escape, but Wang Mao didn't realize it at all. Instead of looking for a refuge, he ran around in this apocalyptic place full of zombies.

There is only one thing for me, and that is a book. A book passed down from my ancestors.

"Damn it, I didn't expect zombies to spread so fast. In just over a month, the entire southern district of Huangyaocheng was infected. No, we must hurry up, and we must find it even faster." Wang

As Mao Zai walked quickly, he was definitely going to find that book!

In such an apocalyptic world, it is absolutely impossible for him to survive on his own. Only by finding that book can he have a chance to survive...

That is an epic story.

Secretly making up his mind, his eyes suddenly froze, his body turned violently and he hid behind a wall at an extremely fast speed.

Ahead, a rotten smell came, and then hordes of zombies walked out.

He carefully hid his body and waited for the zombies to leave. Finally, he waited until all the zombies had left Wang Mao before coming out from the corner.

He patted his chest slightly, facing such hordes of zombies, even if he had gained that strange power, he would still die.

Shaking his head, Wang Mao stopped thinking about it and walked straight out. He felt the breath of the book in his home.

It was a strange aura that had a unique connection with me. I could feel it, get closer, get closer.

At the corner ahead, Wang Mao turned around impatiently, and there it was!

The house you entered, the doomsday epic is there.

Wait...Suddenly Wang Mao's footsteps froze. This is...?

His eyes widened. This was the house where his grandfather Nainai lived. So that was the case. No wonder he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked for it. It turned out that it was placed here.

With understanding flashing in his eyes, Wang stepped forward and walked towards the room, but... ow!

This tragic cry and that putrid smell were not good! Suddenly, Wang Mao felt something in his heart. He lowered his head and rolled back without even looking.

In front of him, where his body had been, a rotten arm passed through, bringing with it a gust of wind.

"Zombies..." His pupils shrank deeply. Unexpectedly, when he felt the doomsday epic just now, he was so careless that he didn't notice its arrival.

However, a momentary reassurance flashed in his eyes, there was only one zombie, and it was not a horde of zombies.

In his eyes, sparks of light flashed, and the next moment Wang Mao rushed forward, rolled like a lazy donkey, and rolled to the feet of the zombie. When the opponent's slow reaction was too late to move, his index finger forcefully inserted into the rotten flesh of the zombie's calf.

At this time, I suppressed the disgust in my heart.

"Burn..." There was a bang, and flames suddenly ignited from the zombie's body.

It screamed, but just as the zombie opened its mouth, flames soared out of its mouth and blocked all sounds.

However, in a moment, the blazing flames turned the zombie's body into ashes. Slightly relieved, Wang Mao no longer hesitated and ran towards the aura that attracted him, that is, the epic place of the doomsday.

Moreover, this time he was faster than before, because he knew that the fire just now would attract zombies, so he had to speed up! Slowly, his figure disappeared in front...

Just after Wang Mao disappeared, several other figures appeared here. Their complete bodies showed no signs of decay, so it could be seen that they were not zombies.

"The fire just lit up here. You guys follow me closely. There may be people alive here."

"clear."

…………

Click! A slightly dim light lit up in the room, and Wang Mao walked into the room cautiously. Fortunately, this room was abandoned after Wang Mao's grandfather Nainai passed away, so incandescent lamps are still used until now.

As for now, he doesn't have to worry about exposing himself to zombies because of the light.

As soon as he entered the room, the first person ran towards the place he was familiar with, where the debris was piled, and where he felt that the doomsday epic was most likely to exist.

He let go of his hands and began to search one by one.

"This is not, this is not... no! No! No..." I searched for a long time, but got nothing, and Wang Mao could not help but break out in cold sweat.

He can't stay here for long now. The fire when he just killed the zombies will definitely attract the zombies, and the house closest to the fire will definitely be found by then. If he is surrounded by zombies, then he will really die.

ah!

Thinking of this, his movements became even more hurried, but it seemed as if he was working against him and gained nothing!

"No..." Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, Wang Mao stopped.

"If you look at the importance Grandpa Nainai attached to the book Doomsday Epic, you shouldn't have put it in the grocery store! But... that feeling does come from here again. What on earth is this?"

His eyes suddenly froze, and Wang Mao thought of something. His face lit up, and he suddenly remembered.

"There should be a mirror in this place, but now... no, not only is there no trace of the mirror, it's absolutely impossible. I remember that grandpa Nainai used to take great care of that mirror and would never tear it down.

,So……"

"There is only one answer..." He reached out and groped forward slowly, and suddenly his arm froze, "I found it."

The tiny gaps are here! Wang Mao pushed hard, and in an instant, the entire wall turned over with the edge of where his hand touched.

What is exposed is a mirror he is familiar with and can no longer be familiar with.

"Found it." The voice became a little hoarse, and after all the hard work, I finally found it, an epic doomsday story.

On the smooth mirror, the shadow of a book is reflected in it, no... not a shadow.

Raising his fist, Wang Mao punched him down.

Bang, the mirror shattered, and the real book fell out of the mirror. It was this, the book that could allow him to continue living.

The epic of the doomsday, something that was recorded many years ago and is coming now.

Doomsday

That's right, the real function of this book is prophecy. It is a book of prophecy!

The book of doomsday that predicted the overthrow of the world!!

With obvious joy on his face, Wang Mao grabbed the Doomsday Epic and turned around to leave. Although he was happy, he was not carried away by it. His reason told him that he must leave now.

However... as soon as he reached the door, Wang Mao was about to step forward.

"Ouch..."

With this familiar roar, the zombies were still coming. I hurriedly retreated, but I didn't expect that they would block the door so quickly.

Wang Mao looked carefully and saw twelve. There were twelve zombies in total. In this crowded Huang Yao City, only twelve zombies might be considered good!

However, as Wang Mao faced these twelve zombies, this was simply fatal!

He is a person with fantasy ability. Although he does not know this name, he has developed the power of fantasy, just like the ability he uses to manipulate flames.

No! Rather than manipulation, it is better to say that his ability can only make the objects he touches quickly burn. Although this kind of power is already considered an incredible power for ordinary people, it can kill zombies after all.

However, in the final analysis, this is just a primary power. What he controls is only the most primary power, and he is simply unable to compete with so many zombies.

What he faces now is not a battle with zombies, but how to escape from these zombies!!

Holding the doomsday epic tightly with both hands, Wang Mao retreated step by step. After all, he was just a gangster. Even if he had some tricks, he couldn't stand up to the public at all!

Facing so many zombies and the huge strength of the zombies, he had no way of starting. Judging from the quantity, the number of zombies had already limited his ability.

Now, I really can only sit and wait for death!

Looking helplessly and desperately at the zombies, Wang Mao's fists tightened and loosened, and then tightened again.

He wanted to rush forward and fight, but the most instinctive fear in his heart could not tolerate him doing such a behavior.

What should we do...? Maybe God will not kill him! Just when Wang Mao reached the desperate situation, several voices rang out.

"found it…"