Necromancer Doomsday Walk

31 Explosion at the limit

Corpses littered the ground and blood flowed into rivers.

Whether it was in the room or in the corridor, everything was devastated. Under the bright lights, blood spattered constantly, and the screams were heard one after another, piercing the brain like a magic sound.

The walls and ceiling were all splattered with blood, like a child's graffiti, and bloody like a nightmare.

The three-party battle raged fiercely.

The life-and-death fight between the demonized rat and the demonized mosquito, the brutal battle between the demonized rat and the demonized mosquito and Tang Fan and others.

The skeleton warriors swung their axes again and again, killing the demonized rats and mosquitoes again and again, becoming the first line of defense.

Tang Fan and Wang Meng behind them are the second and last line. If you want to attack Tang Fan and Wang Meng, you must first go through the Skeleton Warrior level. Often, some of them will become demonized vicious rats and demonized mosquitoes, and die in the process.

Under the Skeleton Warrior's axe, the remaining part rushed past the Skeleton Warrior and flew towards Tang Fan and Wang Meng.

With the help of the Skeleton Warrior, Tang Fan and Wang Meng had their backs to the wall and only had to face the enemy head-on, which invisibly reduced a lot of pressure.

But Tang Fan and Wang Meng were injured on their backs, and the wounds torn open by the demonic rat's sharp claws seemed to have been sprinkled with salt. Waves of twitching pain continued to erupt, causing their brows to wrinkle and their facial muscles to wrinkle.

Stiff.

Sweat covered his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks, feeling cold.

The blade shone with a bloody cold light under the light, and bursts of breaking wind intertwined into the music of death.

Tang Fan didn't know how long it had been. He didn't know how long he had been fighting, how many times he had swung the knife, how many demonized rats and mosquitoes he had killed, and he didn't know how many wounds he had sustained.

There are a few more.

In short, fighting, constant fighting, a life-and-death fight to survive.

The muscles in both arms were sore, but they still had to fight and continue fighting. The arms gradually lost consciousness in the soreness, as if they were not their own, they swung around like a machine, slashing with one knife after another.

Tired, very tired, extremely tired.

Tang Fan really wanted to throw away the scimitar, sit down on the spot, have a good rest and have a good sleep. Even if he died under the demonized vicious rats and demonized mosquitoes, it would be a kind of relief.

I'm so tired, living is so tiring.

The physical exhaustion and mental sleepiness made Tang Fan feel a little dazed. A sharp claw grabbed him, and with a squeak, Tang Fan's arm was immediately torn open with two bloody wounds.

Severe pain spread throughout his body, his muscles twitched involuntarily, and Tang Fan suddenly woke up.

Fight, keep fighting, it’s good to be alive, there is hope when you are alive.

Compared with Tang Fan, Wang Meng was even worse. His strength was not as good as Tang Fan's, and his physique was not as strong as Tang Fan's. Therefore, at this time, many wounds could be seen on Wang Meng's body, crisscrossing them one after another, which was very scary.

His clothes were soaked in blood, some of which were his own and some of the mutant creatures that had been killed, making him look like a bloody man. His mouth was unconsciously filled with the mixed blood of some mutant creatures, which was abnormal.

The stench.

Wang Meng could hardly swing the machete. He barely raised it and lowered it. He was unable to directly kill the mutated creature like before. At most, it only caused some damage to the mutated creature and made the mutated creature become even more violent.

Attacks, constant attacks, coming like a tidal wave, fighting endlessly.

The demonized vicious rats and demonized mosquitoes seemed to be endless, pouring into the hotel from the outside and then rushing into the room.

The demonized mosquitoes and demonized rats who were killing each other stopped fighting at some point. They all aimed at Tang Fan and Wang Meng and rushed in crazily.

The floor of the room has already been covered with a layer of thick dark red blood, which is spread on the floor like plasma. The corpses of mutated creatures that were split into two pieces by scimitars or ax blades are scattered on the floor.

On top, they pile up like a hill.

In front of and around the skeleton warrior, in front of and around Tang Fan and Wang Meng, were the corpses of mutated creatures.

It became difficult to breathe, a sharp loss of physical strength, muscle strain, excessive blood loss, etc. made Wang Meng's spirit begin to change from a trance to confusion.

Wang Meng knew this feeling, just like before, after drinking a lot of wine, the alcohol hit the brain, making the consciousness blurred, light and airy, as if about to fly, and as if everything around him became blurry.

It's like a trance, like twisted folds in a different dimension, becoming illusory, like a fantasy.

The squeaking sounds of the demonized vicious rats and the buzzing wings of the demonized mosquitoes seemed to come from the distant sky. They seemed so unreal, like calls heard while half asleep and half awake.

With blood flying in front of his eyes, Wang Meng's body became weaker and weaker. Gradually, he lost control of his body, and his movements of swinging the knife became slower.

It often takes several seconds to raise the machete, and the dropped machete becomes so weak.

Wang Meng knew that he had reached his limit, that he could no longer continue fighting, and that he would die.

As soon as the word death appeared in his heart, Wang Meng's heart began to beat wildly for no reason.

Death, such a familiar word, yet seems so far away, but now, death is so close to me, and I can clearly smell the decay after death.

I wonder if there will be another world after death.

The word "death" occupied Wang Meng's mind, and the movement of swinging the knife also stopped.

The demonized ferocious rat swooped up, claws tearing, fangs biting, and bit Wang Meng's body.

"Wang Meng." Tang Fan saw this, took a step towards Wang Meng, slashed with his knife, and killed the demonized rat: "Wake up quickly."

But Wang Meng's spirit gradually sank, and he fell into darkness little by little.

"Wang Meng, wake up quickly."

Avoiding the bite of a demonized vicious rat, Tang Fan slapped Wang Meng hard on the face.

"Wake up quickly!"

Wang Meng was in a daze. He only heard a faint roar, like thunder rolling in the sky. This voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Wake up quickly, do you want to die under these dirty and ugly things?"

"Death under these dirty and ugly things." In an instant, like thunder tearing through the dark sky, Wang Meng shuddered: "Death under these dirty and ugly things, no, I cannot die under these dirty and ugly things

, I want to go back, go back..."

A shocking roar resounded through the darkness. A huge sound came from Wang Meng's ears, like the strings of a piano suddenly breaking. In an instant, a force came out of nowhere, and it was endless.

Filled the whole body.