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The sharp scissors used by the two remains are naturally not actual weapons.

It is just an invisible art formed by the influence of winter, blade and moth. However, due to the special chill contained in winter, this invisible scissor blade seems to show a trace of outline in the cold wind and snow.

The scissor blade suddenly hit Faris, and he immediately felt that the three-phase mana contained in it had reached the second level.

Under the sharp edge of the blade, the bone-chilling chill of the winter phase was like thin ice needles, piercing his pores and wrapping around his bones like gangrene, trying to slow down his movements.

And the moth-like magic power in it also tried to shake his mind, making him give up and forget... Faris readily responded, and the pale silver strands all over his head fell off one after another.

Not only did he not feel any weakness or abnormality, but it actually stimulated the moth phase in his soul body, making the buzzing in his head that permeated the surrounding area more serious.

Looking at the familiar corpses flying towards him over the heads of the five deformed and burly townspeople, Faris recognized in just a moment that these were corpses attached to Mansu creatures... In the past, he had many times when he was young. I have summoned these low-level summons for the first time, and I have quite a lot of experience in how to resist these seemingly dead monsters.

He flipped his wrist, and the dagger blade that was originally intended to cut the giant townsman's neck deflected, and then slashed directly towards the pair of deformed and huge bone claws.

With a clang, the bone claws collided with the dagger fiercely, erupting with a crisp sound like the intersection of gold and iron. Fierce sparks burst out. The seemingly extremely hard and rugged bone claws suddenly cracked a deep ravine that stretched all the way. As for the arms, the shattered body was further torn apart, and the radius bones were exposed.

But Faris seemed completely unharmed, and even had enough energy to kick away another attacking zombie in the air.

He kicked the zombie's swollen head directly, causing the opponent's forehead to collapse immediately, and there was a faint crunching sound like wood cracking.

But the dark green had also taken the opportunity to wrap around the soles of his feet. The thick vines quickly spread and covered his calves. The sharp thorns protruded ferociously from the plant tendrils, piercing deeply into his flesh and blood. , seems to want to take root and grow firmly here, absorbing his flesh, blood and nutrients.

The first collision between Farris and the two corpses was a no-win situation, with each suffering injuries.

The first time he landed over the heads of the giant townspeople who were still immersed in the buzzing in their heads, he immediately slashed at his calf with a dagger - the gray-green plants that were constantly entangled and wrapped were real gangrene that attached to the bones. , if not removed quickly, it will continue to absorb nutrients from your flesh and blood, further spreading and growing until it completely submerges your body, draining you into a mummy.

In a flash of silver light, the gray-green plant with roots and vines had broken into several pieces. It fell to the ground and was still twisting its body, like a long, dead worm.

Even the plant spikes that tried to secretly hide in the flesh and release paralyzing toxins were squeezed out by the moths, taking the yellow venom with them.

But before Faris could turn around and face the two corpses, the sound of crackling bullets could already be heard at the foot of the mountain, and sharp warheads swished across the wind and snow, like a continuous rain shower. Attack him.

The power of these projectiles is also quite limited. There is not even a trace of blade or casting attached to it. They just tore his flesh and blood, and they have been stuck by the bones and cannot be stored. They cannot cause even a trace of bone crack. Even the accuracy was extremely poor, with many bullets missing and hitting the giant, dull townspeople instead.

However, this seemingly inaccurate attack was actually part of the Crossroads Order's plan.

With a pop of bullets, the bullets pierced into the bodies of the giant townspeople, and the pain, like tiny mosquito bites, began to further stimulate their violent ferocity, and the scarlet bloodshot eyes were completely swallowed up.

The five giant beasts suddenly turned their heads and stared at Faris, who was half-crouched on the ground but had not yet gotten up. Their red eyes burst out with primitive and savage beastly ferocity.

"Roar!"

The giant citizen closest to the target suddenly let out a deafening roar, clenched his big palm-like hands into fists, slammed them forward, and blasted towards Faris's chest!

However, before the heavy punch, which was as fierce as a cannonball, could reach its destination, a sharp cold light was suddenly encountered on the way. The huge fist was separated from the arm like a mature fruit falling off a branch. Blood spurted out from the wrist. The broken section was flat and smooth, and the white bones were clearly visible, and the broken fist bones rolled down onto the snow.

But even though he suffered such serious injuries, this stupid giant townsman did not flinch at all. He even suppressed the painful stress response and did not stop because of the pain. Even if his fist has been cut off, he will use his broken arm to hit the target in front of him!

The severed wrist struck Farris's chest like a stick, and the tremendous force knocked him to the ground.

When the following giant townspeople saw this, they jumped up one by one and rushed towards the fallen target, as if they were heavy mountains falling from the sky, vowing to crush the thin and slender target into a puddle of meat pie. !

Faris took the wrist-breaking blow from the giant town citizen, but felt a slight tightness in his chest, but his movements were not affected at all. He immediately rolled up on the snow to avoid the mountain falling from the sky - Ru Ruo Being pressed down by these five giants weighing thousands of pounds in total, it was difficult for even him to break free in a short time.

However, just as he was taking cover, the sniper who had been silent for a long time took action again. There was a sudden whistle in the town, and the slender hexagonal prism bullet penetrated the wind and snow and hit him accurately. knee!

The metal with sharp edges tore through flesh and blood, and got stuck in the gap between his kneecaps, causing half of his legs to completely lose feeling, making him unable to move.

And it was this stagnation that allowed those unintelligent behemoths to seize the opportunity.

A giant town citizen with a female face was the first to pounce. Although she could no longer hit the target smoothly, her big palm-like hands still grabbed Faris's shoulders, vowing to flee in panic. The target is controlled in place so that other companions can hit the target.

With a wave of Farris's dagger, he easily cut off the hand that was grabbing at his shoulder, but just as he continued to step forward, the abominable sprouting zombie unexpectedly released its winding vines and stretched out at an unknown moment. Tie his legs and feet tightly, restricting his movement.

Even though he had immediately cut off the vines wrapped around his legs, it was precisely because of this moment of interference that the heavy mountain of flesh that seemed to block even the sky had fallen down.

A huge body of at least more than three hundred pounds pressed heavily on Farris. Even his bones were as hard as steel. At this moment, he couldn't help but let out an overwhelmed groan, and a wisp of bright red blood slowly flowed. It leaks out from the bottom,

One, two, three... five meat mountains pressed up one after another in an orderly manner, and the heavy slamming sounds were heard one after another, making even the snow tremble, and the frightened snow particles trembled and jumped.

Under the mountain of meat, crisp sounds of cracking bones were heard one after another, coming from both Faris at the bottom and the giant townspeople who were under heavy pressure from their companions.

Faris has been completely imprisoned under the heavy mountains of flesh. Only one palm was lucky enough to escape. At this moment, the veins were bulging, and he was struggling to scratch the snow.

However, even this only hand was quickly wrapped by the sweeping vines, firmly restricting it from moving.

The victory of the Crossroads seems to be right in front of them. As long as the housekeeper of the Gowell Hotel is defeated, only the old Michaelis, the hotel owner who has not made any move so far, will be left.

However, just as the Broken Walking Dead was following the summoner's instructions, it dragged its bone claws, which became sharper as they became more broken, toward the mountain of flesh.

When it was about to cut off the target's palm, it suddenly heard a deafening thunderous roar like the sound of a giant drum, exploding directly in its own consciousness!

And this strange drum beat was mixed with a weird and hoarse laughter that was hard to describe.

This weird laughter was crazy and wild, and it spread more and more as the strange bright red blood gradually spread out from under the mountain of meat, and the snow suddenly appeared like circles and ripples on the water.

The Broken Walking Corpse felt that its thinking activities had suddenly stopped, and its memory seemed to have stopped recording, or that part of its memory was suddenly missing.

When it woke up again and looked at the pile of meat mountains, it noticed that the thunderous fluctuations, the crazy and irrational laughter, and the scarlet and bright blood seemed to have covered the entire place in an instant, and even The howling wind was tinged with madness, the fluttering snowflakes began to dance wildly, and the cold air became sweet and fragrant... Even the broken zombies who no longer rely on the five senses of mortals to perceive the world can smell this strangeness. The resounding breath.

Then, with its special vision that was different from ordinary people, it observed that the dark, bright red and tender mottled colors gradually rose from the bottom of the blood-red meat mountain, like a wisp of colorful smoke steaming up, quickly rendering and soaking the five-layer meat mountain.

Layers of pale skin fell off on their own like rolled pages, exposing the abnormally swollen muscle fibers. But even these fibers as tough as steel wires began to lose control, breaking off one by one, and the free flesh and blood fibers began to Dancing freely, pouring deadly fragrance into the air.

The bottom female giant town citizen was the first to be unable to restrain the idiosyncratic hunger that emerged in her heart. She suddenly turned her head and bit her companion's arm that was hanging in front of her on the back.

She exerted so much force that her chewing muscles bulged, and she immediately bit off a large piece of dancing flesh. Feeling the active taste and touching texture in her mouth, she only felt that her hunger and thirst were getting stronger... It was so delicious. Eat, but it’s not enough! I want more! ! !

So she bit her companion's arm even more wantonly, and she seemed to have started a chain reaction, causing the other four giant townspeople to also start to turn their heads and eat each other.

And this constant struggling and twisting action immediately caused the tower of meat mountains to collapse, and the first meat mountain on the top was the first to jump down.

When he landed on his face, he immediately realized that the palm wrapped with gray-green plants exuded the most alluring fragrance. While he licked the intoxicating blood-colored snow, he bit into the annoying sticks that hindered him from enjoying the delicious food. of vines.

This rude move immediately made the sprouting zombie dissatisfied. Although it was lodged in the corpse of a mortal, its essence had long been changed to something else. The influence of the secret transmission was the most superficial. It still remembered the summoner's order in its heart, and immediately extended Thick vines sprouted out, trying to wrap up the gradually disintegrating mountain of meat, and continued to maintain this suppressive posture to prevent the secret messenger at the bottom from trying to escape.

However, even if it tried its best, it could not reach the huge strength of the remaining four layers of meat mountain, and it was difficult to stop these unintelligent giant beasts from getting lost in Cup Xiang's appetite.

The Broken Walking Corpse finally stepped forward and cut off the struggling palm with a claw, and blood gushed out, painting the snow red.

However, the bloody and fragrant fountain gushing out of the broken wrist released an indescribably wonderful and mellow aroma of wine, which made the intoxicated Roshan even more hungry and thirsty.

They suddenly burst out with unprecedented strength, broke free from the shackles of the sprouting zombies, and all crawled to the broken wrist, greedily sucking the sweet blood spring, while the smartest and first fallen giant townspeople had already grabbed it He passed the broken palm and ran to the side to enjoy it alone.

The mountain of meat inevitably collapses, and the imprisoned monster finally breaks free.

A round of silver light flashed, and the wrapped gray-green vines broke one after another, and the sweet juice splashed everywhere.

Another round of silver light flashed, and four bright red blood lines appeared in the throats of the greedily sucking giant townspeople.