End Times Dust Light

  As Zhuoma's sword pierced down, the Minotaur exploded with the instinct for survival. His tall body suddenly moved, dancing his arms frantically, shaking and falling and then standing up again. Zhuoma, who was too late to evade, flew out in the future.

The Minotaur’s madness did not last too long. Zhuo Ma’s last sword was the end of the 樯橹. Neither of them expected that electricity would react so much to the Minotaur, and the Minotaur lost three seconds. The reaction time, on the real battlefield, even a 0.1 second absence is fatal.

  Dolma was limp on the grass, with blood lying on the corner of her mouth, and she smirked with her weak arm, "Look! Cough cough..., I'm okay."

"Mag XX, I was scared to death. I thought you were hanging up. What are you doing standing there stupidly and expecting the Minotaur to kneel and beg for mercy for you." Lu Ziming stretched out his hand and wanted to pat him, but found Zhuo Ma's body could not find a place to start.

   "Lu! Tell me, the first time you killed a zombie, is it like me?"

   "Fuck, you kid won't be proud, if I saw such a big monster for the first time, I would be scared to wet my crotch, and I will be with you now."

  Lu Ziming is telling the truth. When the virus broke out, if the zombies were half as powerful now, it is estimated that the humans on earth would have been extinct long ago. It is the humans’ turn to fight back and dream.

"Actually, I didn't expect that I could kill the Minotaur. In the end, I was frightened. The hands of the Minotaur were scratching in front of my eyes. My mind was blank, and I couldn't hear any sound. I thought I was dead. Ahem..."

   "Speak slowly and see if it hurts. If there is a disability, my investment will be lost." Lu Ziming accidentally said what was in his heart.

   "How can it? This injury is nothing, shhh..., my hands seem to be numb!"

   "Damn! It's dislocated, I'll connect it for you."

   "Road! Are you still a doctor?"

"Fart doctor, this kind of thing happens every day, you'll see it too often, it's not surprising!" He was telling the truth, fighting zombies at close quarters, and there are not a few dislocated or dislocated people every day, so I am embarrassed to say Go to the battlefield and fight with the zombies.

   "Road! Next, shall we bring in a few more mutant creatures?"

"Forget it, can you fight like this? The actual combat experience is not accumulated like yours. Go back and think about the process of fighting the Minotaur today. If there is anything wrong and need to be improved, you should think carefully about it. There may not necessarily be such a good opportunity once."

  Today is a Minotaur. Although he has great power, he moves clumsy. If he is replaced by a mutant creature with quick movements, Zhuoma will die.

  Lu Ziming helped Zhuoma face the bone and said: "You take a break here, I will dig out the crystals in the Minotaur body, and then we will go back."

   "Road! I will help you."

  Lu Zi chuckled, how could Zhuoma fail to see this little caution, "Okay! As long as you don't spit it out, just stand by and watch."

  The head of the Minotaur has been severely deformed, and the protruding lower jaw and forehead have formed a slope, much like a horse face. A few sword energy struck the Minotaur’s cheeks, and there were no scars, showing that the skull was unusually hard.

No matter how hard the skull is, the minotaur’s bone weapon has become the best axe. With a "click", the hard head burst open, and a fishy air rushed toward the face, and gray-black brain fluid splashed all over. The green lawn mixed with the stench is disgusting. The liquid in the stomach gushes up with the esophagus. A mouthful of rotten and sour mucus is ejected from the mouth. Zhuoma covers her mouth, and forcibly endures her trembling pair. Legs, squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Lu Ziming searched through the sticky brain fluid and saw too many disgusting scenes. The nerves have been exercised so thick. In his eyes, these have become synonymous with fermented protein. Seeing anything does not stimulate the brain at all. Without the effect of conditioned reflex, naturally there will be no nausea behavior.

  A white crystal the size of a quail egg was found, and he said to himself: "I didn't expect that these crystals did not evolve. I am afraid that the energy problem will be difficult to solve?"

"Lu, what are you still looking for?" Zhuo Ma discovered that Lu Ziming found the crystal, but did not stop. Instead, he took out a dagger and cut a long wound on the back of the Minotaur, and reached into the wound. Looking for something in it.

"Wait a minute, I found it!" Lu Ziming pulled out a **** meat strip from the wound, washed it with the water in the skin, placed it in the palm of his hand, and walked in front of Zhuoma and said: "This is The fortified meat in the corpse can improve the physique of human beings. You eat it.” This fortified meat weighs a full 10 grams and is given to Zhuoma to make him feel painful. The stronger Zhuoma is, the more he can leave the grassland.

  "Can this thing be eaten?" Zhuo Ma looked at the sour white meat suspiciously. If he did not believe that Lu Ziming would not harm him, he would not believe that if he killed him, there was still something to eat in the dead body.

   "I can't bear to give it to you, but you need it more than I do, eat it!"

  Like most people who eat fortified meat for the first time, Zhuoma swallowed it raw with his eyes closed, as if he was eating the most disgusting thing in the world.

"1 gram of fortified meat is equivalent to eating 10 kilograms of dark meat. Your physique has reached the peak state of Tier 2, and you will break through Tier 3 at any time. Now your energy in your body is not much, and you still have to participate in the warrior trials and actual training. So far, I’ll take a day off tomorrow and get up my energy to participate in the trials..."

  While speaking, he stopped suddenly and found a problem that he had not considered before.

  I have been pursuing the belief in fighting to nurture warfare from a long time ago, constantly killing monsters, constantly upgrading, and then killing monsters, then upgrading, so that you become more and more powerful. However, after I learned the swordsmanship, an unavoidable problem appeared. The energy used to kill monsters is inversely proportional to the energy obtained. The more you kill, the less energy you get.

A Tier 4 zombie creature has a maximum of 10 units of energy in its body, and it takes at least 80 units of energy to kill it, which means that if one Tier 4 zombie creature is missing, it will lose 70 units of energy. Isn’t it hard to make ends meet? ?

  Where did the problem occur? Is it because I misunderstood, or because my swordsmanship was not proficient enough, which caused the loss of energy, otherwise why.

  If you continue to do this kind of loss-making business, is it not worth the loss to practice swordsmanship? In the end, it is better to use the power of the body. I don’t know if other superpowers have the same feelings as myself. If so, what is the use of superpowers, if not, then there is a problem with yourself?