global cataclysm doomsday game

"kill!!"

"Charge! Charge!"

The shouts of killing shook the sky.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The rapid hooves of horses are mixed with the beating of drums, and the sound of gold and silver.

The torrent of black cavalry, with the ascetic as a sharp cone, charged crazily into the tide of corpses.

The earth trembled.

Black and red merge into one, cannibalizing each other.

Explosions occurred one after another, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into a catastrophe.

It's like being on stimulants.

Inspired by the war drums spreading with spiritual power, everyone looked crazy.

The soldier at the front was killed in front of the bloody corpse. Before he could stab out his spear, the cavalry running at high speed from behind hit him hard in the back and stabbed him and the corpse together.

Squeezed into iron sheets.

Ignoring the pain, his eyes were red.

All the cavalrymen who took endocyanin looked crazy, and all their will turned into the desire to kill.

Compared to blood corpses, they now look more like monsters.

"Give me another piece!"

"Whoa!"

Draw the knife backhand.

The cavalry commander who rushed to the front cut off the head of the infected soldier with a knife, and then asked the "medical soldier" who distributed the medicine with a ferocious look for the magic medicine.

After three days and three nights of high-intensity rapid march, they did not feel tired at all.

The whole body has infinite strength.

All fears are covered by fanatical beliefs, and no one is afraid of death.

The soldier whose limbs were blown off quickly stuffed the "magic medicine" into his mouth. The moment he took the medicine, the original injuries seemed to disappear.

Enthusiastic, joyful.

Maybe he was thinking of his parents who died tragically.

Maybe he was thinking of the blood feud he faced with the bloody corpses over the years.

With hatred on his face, the soldier suddenly opened his mouth, revealing his strengthened white teeth.

'You ate my mother! I want to eat you too!!'

"Ahhhhh!!"

He used his hands and feet together, screamed and stared directly at the "stupefied" bloody corpse, and then bit into it frantically.

Then he bit into the exposed muscle tissue of the bloody corpse.

In an instant, blood overflowed.

....

With the help of batches of ascetics created, the battle went extremely smoothly.

After swallowing the fishy-sweet "miraculous medicine" in one gulp, the cavalry commander shuddered with extreme pleasure and felt a violent rush of blood rushing to his brain.

The hidden aura wave disappeared in a flash.

The nearly torn muscle tissue quickly recovered.

I also...became an ascetic!?

"Kill! Rush in and blow yourself up!!"

"All self-destruct!!"

Laughing maniacally.

The pleasure of becoming an ascetic once again suppressed the fear of death. Under the dual effects of drugs and faith, the cavalry commander directly took the explosives from the hands of the original ascetic.

Then he laughed wildly and jumped into the zombie tide, detonating it without hesitation.

The sky-high flames kept lighting up the battlefield.

The cavalry commander who was blown to pieces resurrected again after just a few seconds, with his broken armor hanging on his body, like an evil ghost walking out of hell.

After fighting continuously and taking the medicine for the third time, he got his wish and became a new ascetic.

....

"terrible..."

The top 100, the old-time ascetics responsible for resisting artillery attacks, all looked dull.

The battlefield below is simply a large meat grinder.

Every second, a large number of soldiers and ascetics died, and every second, bloody corpses were "bitten to death" like ants torn apart.

Every second, soldiers become new ascetics due to extreme excitement.

Although anyone with a discerning eye has noticed that the mental state of the new ascetics is even crazier than that of the new era ascetics, no one dares to point it out.

They have been coerced into this killing with no way out.

Death cannot make them take a step back.

These ascetics who took medicine often showed a beast-like will to fight when fighting.

Constantly dying and constantly resurrecting.

If the weapon is broken, use your fist. If the fist is rotten, pick up the corpse of your companion and use the skeleton, spine, and armored corpse as a weapon.

There's nothing there, so I just bite it.

They also wanted to gnaw a piece of flesh from the bloody corpse.

Once they feel the zombie virus spreading in their bodies, they will kill themselves at the last second without hesitation and resurrect to fight again.

With his crazy will, he suppressed the blood corpse whose strength far exceeded his own.

The extremely crazy battle scene made these old-era ascetics feel frightened.

"...this is crazy..."

"Who is the monster..."

Ascetic No. 2, who did not dare to stand out again, looked at the group of "monsters" fighting with the bloody corpses with some fear.

He is not afraid of a lunatic. After all, the ascetics of the old days were strong-willed.

But what about a thousand, ten thousand, ten million?

Everyone is crazy.

He never expected it.

After Lin An appeared, the entire Daxia Dynasty's human beings were recruited and turned into war machines that only knew how to kill.

And the "culprit" is the mysterious light yellow "magic medicine".

24 hours of continuous brainwashing declarations, consistent with Lin An's identity.

Amplified by the drug, the will of all mankind turned into an invincible blade at this moment, slashing hard at the seemingly invincible bloody corpse.

....

"Team Lin..."

"The number of ascetics has reached 14.71 million, and we are only 6 hours away from the core of the Blood Corpse..."

"The number of soldiers killed in the battle was 13.03 million, and the number of ascetics was 14,500."

My hands and feet are a little trembling.

Xiong Hanzi quickly reported the situation with rapid breathing, and from time to time, continuous crazy laughter could be heard in his ears.

It was the laughter of a soldier who was promoted to an ascetic in the face of the limit of death.

After approaching the core of the corpse tide, the battle never stopped for a moment.

From night to day, from day to darkness.

The blade of the sword is curled, and the horse is exhausted.

The seeds of death, which are responsible for transmitting energy, were transformed into thousands of filaments under the life supply of the ascetics and submerged into the soldiers' bodies.

Like a mind control device, constantly asking them for energy.

The human beings who were constantly summoned from behind didn't even bother to train, so they all took drugs and went into battle.

Blood merged into rivers and corpses piled up into mountains.

The corpse is lying thousands of miles away.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.

Even the sky was dyed with blood.

The crazy charging sounds of the soldiers and the roars of the bloody corpses mixed together, as if the whole world was wailing.

Zhang Tie looked at the soldiers leaping from the ground into the air in a daze, feeling shocked.

Densely packed.

Under the stimulus of death and a sufficient supply of drugs, this army of hundreds of millions of ordinary people is evolving rapidly.

so that...

The death rate of humans cannot keep up with the rate of ascetics.

When an ordinary soldier dies, 1.134 ascetics are born.

If they spread at this rate, by the time they reach the core of the corpse tide, the entire human race in the Great Xia Dynasty will have become ascetics.

Nine hundred million ascetics fighting in the air, immortal and immortal.

It is simply more spectacular than the final battle scene in the amoeba copy.

Lin An didn't care about Zhang Tie's heavy mood and just smiled with satisfaction.

very good.

This is the effect he wants.

Half dead, half alive.

It's worth it.

...

"Give me the order and continue to move forward at a faster speed!"

"I will rush into the last 300 kilometers within four hours!"