Necromancer Doomsday Walk

7 The crisis is approaching

7 Crisis is approaching ()

"The monster is alive again..."

The red-skinned demon came back to life, destroying any luck in human hearts and making them even more panicked.

The soldiers' fingers tightly squeezed the triggers, and the bullets sprayed out as if they were free, hitting the demons' bodies, and balls of blood flew one after another. The demons' bodies were shaking like chaff.

After exhaling a few times, the air suddenly became hot and dry, and when I breathed it into my nose, it felt like I was breathing in sparks.

I saw a few red fireballs the size of basketballs fired from the demon group and towards the soldiers in the first row.

There was a huge explosion and sparks flying, as bright as fireworks. The soldiers who were directly hit by the fireball exploded into pieces. Their blood was instantly scorched. Flames appeared on the surrounding soldiers who were splashed by the sparks. In the blink of an eye,

From a spark into a prairie fire.

Screams came one after another, and the soldiers immediately fell to the ground and rolled around, but the flames grew stronger and stronger, and anything slightly touched by the flames immediately burned.

For a time, dozens of soldiers turned into burning men. Each one of them was either rolling around on the ground and wailing, or running around like headless flies. Those who were hit by them were immediately covered in flames.

"Retreat, retreat!"

With a loud roar, the surviving soldiers with expressions of horror and fear on their faces immediately retreated. Although they were extremely horrified, their formation still remained somewhat neat.

The soldiers fired while retreating, and the rocket launchers blasted out, blowing several demons in the front row into pieces. These demons that were turned into pieces could not be resurrected again.

"Arrange evacuation immediately..." The roar rang out again. The soldiers retreated in an orderly manner and began to arrange the evacuation of the people in the protected area. The power of the demon was so terrifying and the number was so large that it was simply endless.

Some demons chased the soldiers, and some demons dispersed to the surrounding streets and alleys to hunt them down.

The place where Tang Fan lives is a community, on the sixth floor, near the vegetable market, and is not within the protection range of the military.

At this time, a large number of surviving panicked people poured into the community, followed closely by a group of red-skinned demons.

The demons are small in stature, but their movement speed is terrifyingly fast. Once they catch up with anyone, they will be attacked and killed immediately.

Tang Fan, who was staying in the room, suddenly heard a burst of rapid and chaotic footsteps, coming in from outside.

"Help..."

"Open the door quickly..."

After a while, Tang Fan's door was also banged hard.

"Please, open the door..."

"Ah, monster..."

"Do not kill me…"

Tang Fan was suddenly startled, put down the magic book, and rushed out of the bedroom. He suddenly stopped when he rushed to the door.

Not only people, but also demons are following?

Outside the door, there were people's desperate cries and the devil's chirping voice, which was very easy to identify.

"Do you want to open the door..." Standing by the door, Tang Fan hesitated. When he thought of facing the demon, his heart began to beat uncontrollably, especially since he had seen the scene of the demon massacring humans from a distance before.

The screams stopped suddenly, like a duck being strangled by its neck. It was very abrupt.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the entire thickened door trembled suddenly, as if a big man was smashing the door with a huge hammer.

There was another bang, and the door shook again.

This door was reinforced with a layer of wooden boards by Tang Fan, and behind the door was a large wardrobe, then a large table, and then several sofas.

The loud banging on the door kept reaching Tang Fan's ears, echoing back and forth in the house.

Tang Fan's expression changed, and he rushed into the bedroom and took out the machete he had spent hundreds of dollars on buying a few days ago.

This machete was sharpened by him to an unusually sharp level. Although it could not be called hair-cutting, it was not difficult to cut off a human leg with a strong slash.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Fan stood behind the table, holding the handle of the machete firmly with one hand.

Outside the door, a red-skinned demon looked excited. There was some blood on its face and body, and there was still a bit of warm blood flowing from it. It was sprayed from the bodies of several people who were beaten to death by it.

The blood made this demon look even more ferocious.

The devil raised a mace high and hit it hard on the reinforced wooden door. Suddenly, the door was smashed with holes by the fangs of the mace, and the wooden chasms were raised and broken.

The demon seemed to be very excited, and he hit the door harder with each stick. After all, it was a wooden door, and even though it was reinforced with a layer of wooden boards one finger thick, it still couldn't withstand the demon's huge force from slamming it down.

After a while, a big hole opened in the door, revealing the closet behind the door. The demon paused first and showed a surprised look, because behind it, the house directly opposite Tang Fan's house, behind the broken door, was

The wardrobe layer is not exposed.

After just a short pause, the devil struck again. It was like a perpetual motion machine, not knowing how tired it was. It seemed that waving the mace so hard was just waving a toothpick.

Inside the room, Tang Fan looked at the wardrobe that started to tremble, and there was a cracking sound. He swallowed hard, his muscles were stiff and tense, and a stream of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

His mouth moved, and a lot of sweat oozed from the hand holding the machete. Tang Fan quickly wiped it on his clothes until all the sweat on his palm and the handle of the knife was wiped dry, then he held the handle of the knife again.

"Calm down... I want to calm down..." Muttering to himself, Tang Fan suddenly rushed into the bedroom, picked up the Grimoire of the Dead and returned to the hall. The cold breath from the Grimoire spread all over his body.

Tang Fan, who was extremely nervous, quickly calmed down.

The five fingers were loosened and then clenched, Tang Fan's palms were looking for the best feel, his muscles relaxed, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, like a cheetah, ready to burst out with a powerful blow at any time.

The large wardrobe was shattered under the continuous slamming of the demon. After a while, a hole was also smashed in the wardrobe. The demon squeezed in through the hole in the wardrobe. The wooden stubble in the broken part of the wardrobe was scratched.

There were cracks on the demon's skin, and the demon's skin was tougher than cowhide.

With a squeaking sound, this short demon appeared in Tang Fan's eyes. Tang Fan suddenly tightened his grip on the machete, and his muscles suddenly tensed...

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