The Rise of the Cemetery

The zombie skeletons driven from the cemetery are just low-level undead just born, and have not yet evolved a tough hard skin, so facing the surging low-level demons, there is no room for resistance and a large number of them were slaughtered.

Knowing the weakness of these cannon fodder, the commander of the cemetery did not intend to let them fight recklessly with the cowards, but let them hug one by one to form a dense physical defense line. Although this gave up the possibility of killing the enemy, it also made it not so easy for the little cowards to kill cannon fodder.

Although the little cowards far overwhelmed the opposing zombies in terms of strength and physical strength, they were unable to quickly expand the results of the battle because of the opponent's shrinking tactics. No matter how cruel Ling Chi was.

The retreat of the enemy and the blood on the battlefield stimulated those horned demons and quasimoons again, and their pupils were bloodshot and quickly entered a state of rage. Howling, the horned demon sprinted forward with the help of running, leaped up in the air, and slammed into the crowd of zombies like an iron hammer. As a result, the zombies in this area were overwhelmed by them, and the trap was naturally released.

For those stray zombies, in front of the ferocious demons like wolves and tigers, they will become a pile of rotten meat without even a few kung fu. The scattered pieces of indigo meat were trampled into the filthy purple-black blood stains by countless pairs of dirty demon feet, making muffled noises.

The battle on the front line is almost one-sided killing.

Just as the low-level demons that kept gathering were happily slaughtering the weak undead cannon fodder, among the dense crowd of zombies, wooden chariots that creaked and made dull mechanical noises were pushed up.

These wooden chariots are all old and decayed, with huge wheels, rough ore lines with hideous shapes, thick and solid rams on the front, and the body is made of biological flesh and wood. Every time he took a step forward, the huge wheels soaked in purple and black blood stains on both sides of the chariot would make a loud bang, leaving two deep indentations behind him.

The "meat grinder" is a wooden war tool activated by flesh and blood in the cemetery, and it is also a vicious weapon carefully crafted by the Liches for the plague zombies.

Those who operate the meat grinder are all plague zombies, a special unit of zombies. When the old meat grinder trucks mixed with the zombies slowly approached the front line, a group of plague zombies clustered around the meat grinder climbed up, howling. In the end, when two excited plague zombies huddled together and climbed into a concave network disk, the guy operating the weapon slammed the casing down.

With a harsh sound of rubbing wood, the meat grinder bounced half a foot in place, and then fell heavily, shaking a group of plague zombies lying on the car body. And in the network disk that popped up suddenly, two "human flesh shells" had already crossed the sky with a series of screams, and smashed heavily into the group of demons in the distance.

A sudden burst of yellow-green smoke rose from the crowd of demons, covering a space of 10 meters in almost an instant, and all the demons covered by the smoke turned green in the choking plague mist .

This kind of plague poisonous mist is thick and sticky, and it will not permeate the sky at all. It just freezes when it rises more than 3 meters high, even if it is blown by the howling cold wind. Then, as clusters of poisonous mist erupted one after another, patches of extremely discordant yellow-green acne appeared in the area where the dark red demon army was located.

The plague mist that spread from the tattered bodies of the plague zombies had been carefully prepared by the Liches. It was not only highly contagious, but also had a tendency to induce zombification. If every infected creature is not treated immediately, it will undergo a zombification test almost every minute. Once it cannot resist, it will immediately transform into an undead creature.

Moreover, the probability of this kind of undead will increase extremely as the concentration of the plague poisonous fog increases. So those demon vanguard troops were fortunate to be the first batch of transformed people.

The first demons to transform were of course the little cowards whose physique, willpower, and magic resistance were not too strong.

When the first cloud of plague poisonous mist erupted, three of the dozen or so little cowards trapped inside were lying on the ground and twitching while foaming at the mouth, while the rest of the infected were just coughing slightly unwell.

When the three half-dead cowards completed their transformation and climbed up from the ground, their former companions continued to happily slaughter the weak undead without realizing it.

"Ah..." A terrified and desolate scream suddenly came from the group of demons, and the three half-dead cowardly demons rushed out quickly, throwing several companions down from behind, and clasped each other with their already sharp and sharp claws. The chest ribs were inserted into its body fiercely. Zhang Zhiji almost bit the torn blood basin at the corner of his mouth fiercely on the opponent's neck, tearing off a large piece of flesh and a broken trachea from above.

The little coward who was attacked was killed by the half-dead coward with little resistance.

The half-dead coward, whose brain and body were controlled by the bloodthirsty slaughter, howled and rushed towards the next target. In the fierce fighting, the flesh and blood on its body was shrinking, but the muscles and bones were getting stronger and stronger, and even the exposed claws had a faint gray evil luster.

At this moment, the cowardly character of Coward is a thing of the past. As its undead deepens, eventually all its flesh, tendons, and organs will be absorbed by the bones, enhancing its combat effectiveness in a disguised form.

However, these rebellious little cowards were just demon cannon fodder after all. They were grabbed and beaten to the ground by an impatient horned demon, and their bodies fell apart. But at this time, a new undead demon appeared again!

Relying on this "turning the enemy into a friend" plague poisonous mist, subtle changes immediately appeared on the front lines of the two armies, which were still one-sided just now. The extremely weak undead cannon fodder cooperated with the demons who instigated rebellion on the spot, and there were signs of a counterattack.

So when the two powerful cannon fodder, the horned demon and the quasi-moon, also appeared as "traitors", the tentacles of the entire demon army were completely messed up. However, at this time, Taffin, the real commander of the demon army, was still thirty miles away, and the only one who could suppress the demon commotion on the front line was a level 14 horned demon warlord.

As the natural superior of the horned demon clan, the 5-meter-tall horned demon warlord stands out among the low-level demons, and the demon's long whip in his hand whips down condescendingly, even the rough-skinned horned demon will turn over a bunch . If it is drawn on the little cowards, their bodies can often be broken in one blow.

Under his strong pressure, the somewhat chaotic battle situation quickly stabilized. Those low-level demons who were at a loss began to gather again to clash against the undead group, knocking down and smashing every ugly undead they saw. And the demons who surged up from behind also cleverly avoided the exploding smoke clusters, and started to fight with the undead strangler from the side.

Although the transformed half-undead demons kept appearing and making troubles, under the strangulation of the elite horned demon guards led by the horned demon warlord, these half-undead demons were often smashed to pieces before they could hold on for a few fingers. Losing their group advantage, the undead are no match for demons in hand-to-hand combat, but the battle damage ratio has dropped from 17 to 1 at the beginning to 6 to 1 now.

This unusually eye-catching horned demon warlord was also targeted by some individuals from the cemetery. Although the loss of a few low-level undead is nothing, it is necessary for a good commander to eradicate the fulcrum of the army system of the demon side in time.

So in the horrified zombie crowd, several wretched figures flickering and flickering were using the cover of cannon fodder to sneak towards the position closest to the Horned Demon Overseer. What lay before their eyes was a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood composed of nearly ten thousand cowards, horned demons, quasi-demons, and zombies. It was a bit difficult to pass through it silently.

As for the Horned Demon Warlord, there were thirty strong and elite horned demons following them all the time, and even if they were touched by those who didn't even weigh a centimeter, they would probably end up with hatred.

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The frenzied killing was going on before his eyes.

Splashes of blood, flying fragments of residual limbs, and occasionally some rotten flesh splashed on the body.

Moldo let out a long howl of excitement, and under the whip of its long whip, the elite horned demons surrounded by him also became excited. The strong and firm muscles began to swell, and thick black breath was blown out from the constantly flapping nasal cavity, which contained a strong smell of sulfur and scattered sparks.

As the highest-ranking demon in the former army, Horned Demon Warlord Moldo should be a little further back at this moment, but the fierceness of the battle and the strong bloody atmosphere still led him to the front line of the battle bit by bit.

Looking at the bruised and bruised body, seeing the miserable howling wounded, whether it was the enemy's or his own casualties, could arouse Mordo's deep feelings of cruelty. With his long whip waving, groups of Cowardly Horned Demons were driven into the meat grinder in front of them like a meat slaughterhouse, letting the howling of souls and the deliciousness of flesh and blood waft through their noses.

As the Horned Warlord, Mordo has a natural ability. Under the whipping of his barb-covered, sharp-horned demon whip, the rough-skinned and thick-skinned horned demon was not only not harmed, but fell into a mad and excited mood due to the vicious beating. At this time, they also have a "self-destruct" ability.

A crazy "self-explosion" that uses its own flesh and blood as energy and bone fragments as shrapnel!

Although he was doomed to be smashed to pieces, the horned demon who fell into madness never considered this.

The power of this kind of self-destruction is not small. An ordinary horned demon's self-destruct power can already catch up with the "meteor bombardment" spell of a level 10 fire demon.

So what if the undead zombies huddled together to block the way? He ordered a horned demon who was extremely excited to rush up and plunge into the middle of their group, and a self-detonation would blow their physical Great Wall to pieces. The following demons can easily harvest their lives.

Relying on this method, the undead's shrinking tactics are of no use to the great Lord Moldo! Even some of the weird weapons hidden in the depths of the corpse group were destroyed by the indiscriminate self-explosion of the Horned Demon.

However, a surprise attack against Moldo also followed.