Necromancer Doomsday Walk

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The sky was obscured by a huge dark cloud, like a piece of mud that had been kneaded evenly and stuck to it. No sunlight could be seen, and it was difficult to feel the passage of time.

The huge dark clouds are so heavy that they may come down at any time, making people feel a little gloomy.

The demon's nest appeared in the southern suburbs of Linjiang City, and most of the demons that entered Linjiang City were concentrated in the city center, because there were troops guarding there, and they were retreating while engaging in fierce battles with the demons.

Only a few parts are scattered throughout Linjiang City.

Tang Fan's direction of travel is to the north.

The north is exactly the opposite of the south, and should be the direction where demons are relatively rare. Of course, you cannot go straight through the city center and must go around to avoid encountering a large number of demons.

With Tang Fan as the leader, Wang Meng as the second, and the other survivors followed closely behind.

After leaving the community, Tang Fan killed three more Sinking Demons, and Wang Meng also killed one Sinking Demon, and their souls were all absorbed by Tang Fan.

While killing the Sinking Demon, he inadvertently saved a group of people. No, when those people saw how powerful Tang Fan was, they followed him shamelessly and couldn't drive them away even if they were driven away.

Tang Fan was also helpless about this. He knew his abilities. If he only had a few stragglers, teaming up with Wang Meng and adding the skeleton warrior Dui, he would be well-prepared, but if he encountered a large group of demons, he could keep himself safe.

, which is very good.

As for others, they may become the dead souls of the demons.

Of course, Tang Fan's ugly words have already been said before. He has no right or obligation to be responsible for the safety of others. He is just a human being and can contribute as much as he can.

"Five more. As long as I kill five more Sinking Demons, I can level up." Tang Fan was secretly happy.

The route he took was not along the broad road, but along the remote alleys. After crossing the corner, the smell of blood hit his nostrils.

I saw a headless corpse leaning against the wall of the alley. The blood stained the surrounding ground red and stopped flowing out. A big head rolled to the side. With dead white eyes open, it happened to look at Tang Fan.

Waiting for others, the air of death permeates the air, making people feel chilly.

"ah……"

The crowd behind them also saw the headless body and head, and some of them made sharp screams.

"Shut up!"

Tang Fan frowned before speaking, but Wang Meng gave a sharp shout, with a fierce look, combined with the blood-stained saber in his hand and a few streaks of blood on his face, making those who screamed cover their mouths and make whining sounds.

They couldn't help but be afraid.

After passing this round head and continuing to walk forward, a burst of screams, cries, and begging for mercy floated over.

"Don't...don't kill me..."

Tang Fan quickened his pace, and Wang Meng followed closely. The people behind him suddenly slowed down. According to experience, there was a demon ahead.

To the right at the end of the alley is a dead end road twenty meters deep, with a nearly five-meter-high wall cutting off any hope of climbing.

The four Sinking Demons were lined up in a row. In front of them were five living humans, while behind and beside the Sinking Demons were seven or eight human corpses.

Some of these corpses had their necks chopped off, some had their foreheads smashed, and some had their limbs chopped off. All in all, they died in different ways.

The blood mixed with white turbid brain matter and dirty water flowed all over the floor, turning into a liquid that gave off a weird smell and was disgusting.

The four fallen demons seemed to be in no hurry to kill the remaining five humans.

The five human beings were shivering like naked people standing on the roof of the building blowing the wind in the cold winter months. They leaned closely together and leaned against the wall, as if this was the only way they could find a little comfort.

Horror, fear, despair, and various negative expressions were mixed on their faces, forming strange looks, with tears and snot flowing uncontrollably.

The four fallen demons were chattering chatteringly, and from time to time their dagger-like gaze fell on the five humans, as if they were discussing which one to start with.

Finally, the four Sinking Demons seemed to have reached a unanimous opinion. One Sinking Demon walked out and pointed at one of the humans, shouting loudly, while the three Sinking Demons behind seemed to cheer.

The person who was pointed at by the Sinking Demon's machete was a middle-aged man who was almost forty years old and already bald. His hair was messy and there were blood marks all over his palms. He who was pointed by the Sinking Demon's machete felt that death was approaching.

"No... don't kill me... don't kill me..." The middle-aged man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his hands and feet were as cold as a cold, and he burst out in panic, panic and despair. He cried hysterically, suddenly grabbed the woman next to him, and forcefully

Pushed the woman out: "Kill her... kill her... don't kill me..."

The three people next to them had a complex expression on their frightened faces that looked like sympathy and seemed like happiness. They subconsciously moved their steps to put a little distance away from the bald middle-aged man.

The woman who was pushed over seemed stunned, her face was dull, and she had no reaction. Soon, when she woke up and realized her situation, she struggled and screamed crazily.

There was a touch of human sarcasm in the eyes of this fallen demon, as if watching a clown's performance. The scene in front of him was so funny.

But as if the hysterical middle-aged man lost his mind, he tightly grasped the struggling woman with both hands and pushed her in front of him.

The Sinking Demon showed a ferocious smile, raised his machete, and walked over step by step. The machete was raised high, and the smell of death filled the air. The woman who was struggling crazily seemed to see the sickle of death approaching.

Suddenly, the Sinking Demon paused, turned around and looked back, only to see a figure rushing out from the corner like a ghost, and a bright sword light, as white as the bright moon in the night sky, flying past like a startling rainbow.

There was a soft hiss, and the head of a Sinking Demon that had stopped shouting was passed by the light of the sword and flew high into the air, spraying dark red blood straight into the sky like a spring.

Immediately afterwards, a skeleton appeared, and the mace raised high roared down quickly, smashing the head of another fallen demon immediately, and the brains mixed with blood spattered.

The bright sword light reappeared, and just as the third Sinking Demon turned around, its head flew high again.

The figure holding the knife rushed forward like a cheetah, and suddenly rushed in front of the last Sinking Demon with the machete raised high. The snow-white sword was dazzling, and with a hiss, the eyes of this Sinking Demon were filled with darkness.

Three heads flew up and fell one after another. The dark red blood was like rain. The bodies of the four fallen demons fell softly to the ground. In front of the five survivors, there was only a proud figure standing like a demon in the rain of blood.