The Rise of the Cemetery

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The zombies covered in rotten flesh were not afraid of being chopped with knives and axes, and they rushed upward with their spears and swords in their hands. The dirty and filthy claws frantically waved and scratched around, and when they caught the warrior, they tore downward desperately. Even if its own skull is pierced by a spear, it will tear off a large piece of flesh and blood from the human body before it dies.

Fighting with such undead, death is not terrible, the fear is to be scratched and scratched!

Even if the soldiers who had been attacked by the claws and fangs of the zombies were rescued, they would still be left with bruised wounds dripping with black blood. And after a quarter of an hour or two, the wounds of these wounded soldiers will be infected and festered, their eyes will gradually become bloodshot and red, and they will become irritable and restless.

And half an hour later, the most terrifying "decadal change" will happen!

The wounded warrior's skin festered and rotted during the painful struggle, and a large amount of hair on his head fell off directly, revealing the red and white flesh underneath. Even if the rolling blood has overturned the whole body, the corpse changer will not feel the slightest pain. They kept pulling and tearing the clothes and flesh on their bodies, scratching themselves to pieces and didn't know how to stop.

In a palpitating short period of time, the corpse's limbs and joints were bent and reversed, and countless waving and wriggling flesh threads were pulled out from the skin, and they were twisted together heavily. Soon, a strange ghoul with extremely thick and strong limbs appeared in front of everyone, crawling on the ground, the skin was almost gone, revealing the red flesh underneath.

When the corpse transformation is completely completed, the newly emerged ghouls have completely lost their memories of their lives, leaving only the instincts of undead creatures. They spit out their long scarlet tongues like a snake letter, jumped up nimbly, and threw them down under the unbelievable stares of their companions. Next, there is the disgusting swallowing behavior of the undead creature, and this process is often accompanied by the noise of biting flesh and blood splashing.

It stands to reason that such a newborn ghoul is not worth mentioning in terms of combat power because it has not formed a tough cuticle like cowhide, nor has it evolved sharp claws that can tear its prey raw. Basically, two fully armed warriors can easily kill it.

Unfortunately, this is only possible in an absolutely rational analysis of combat power.

Witnessing the corpse of one's own companion turned into an undead who is neither human nor ghost, the psychological impact on human fighters is simply devastating. A terrifying undead bears a familiar face, and this alone is enough to make most soldiers unable to raise their swords anymore.

However, the cruel reality will never get better because of your momentary "kindness". After the first human to undergo a corpse transformation appeared, one after another, those soldiers who had been scratched and scratched began to enter the process of corpse transformation.

Therefore, when the brave residents of the small town rushed to the top of the city with their bloody weapons, they faced not only zombies, skeletons and ghouls that kept coming, but also corpse mutators who stood up staggeringly.

Growling, roaring, hacking, splashing, scratching, screaming...

All kinds of weird sounds filled the world, making all the human warriors on the top of the city unbearable to hear it, but could only fight hard in the bloody storm. And from time to time, the necromancer hiding in the crowd of corpses below the city will cast a "death cloud technique" or "rotten sac blast" at the place where the battle is most intense at the top of the city, bringing the biggest and most direct attack to the defenders at the top of the city. casualties.

In many cases, the shortage of defensive forces at the head of the city forced the small town to mobilize those young and strong residents to fill the vacancy. Without enough sophisticated weapons and strong enough armor, when the most elite group of city guards died in battle at the top of the city, the residents of the small city who followed up could only use their bodies and flesh and blood to stop the advance of the undead.

At this critical juncture, some women and old people who stayed behind bravely picked up wooden sticks and rice forks and rushed forward, while some psychologically fragile women had already hugged their children and cried bitterly.

The small town has presented the most tragic and bleak scene before its demise!

However, at such a tense and urgent juncture, the tide of undead corpses that had rushed to the top of the city and drove the residents of the small city down the city wall came to an unexpected standstill.

Those ugly zombies stumbling around in ragged clothes looked around suspiciously, and then turned over and jumped off the top of the city under an invisible order. Not only the zombies, but even those skeletons, ghouls, and newly mutated living corpses also jumped off the top of the city one after another, disappearing from the sight of the residents of the small town.

Immediately, the teeth-stinging howling of zombies and some strange noises sounded outside the city separated by a wall.

Residents of the small town with bloodstained faces and all kinds of weird weapons exchanged terrified eyes with each other, and they all lost the courage to climb up to take a look. In the end, the youngest son of Thomas, the city blacksmith who was nimble and bold, sneaked up to the top of the city with both hands and feet, and looked out from the crenel.

Everyone in the city couldn't help holding their breath and concentrating, fearing that their breathing would be too heavy and disturb the terrifying monsters outside the city.

"The undead are fighting!" Little Thomas turned over and shouted vigorously: "Everyone, come and see! The undead are fighting by themselves!"

The residents of the small town who were tormented by curiosity in their hearts rushed to the top of the city one after another, sticking their heads out to look out.

Sure enough, the tide of undead corpses outside the city started fighting by itself!

In fact, to be serious, it should be a wave of zombies attacking another wave of zombies.

It can be seen that the attacker is a wave of zombies later. All of them have rough skin and thick flesh, and the rotting flesh on their bodies is as hard as tough cowhide, which cannot be cut by ordinary swords. In addition, these later zombies were all tall and strong, almost one or two heads taller than the zombies below the city wall, and their strength was also much stronger.

The number of zombies rushing up from behind the siege zombies is only a little over 1000, which is inferior to the zombies driven by necromancers in terms of size. However, they are tall and strong, with infinite strength, gathered together and desperately sprinted towards the core position of the necromancer zombie group, and instantly smashed the zombie group to pieces.

Zombies mix into zombies, zombies fight zombies...

For a while, outsiders could no longer clearly tell which zombie belonged to which side from the messy lumps of meat!

But outsiders can't tell the difference, but the two "people" involved are very clear.

The necromancer hiding in the densest place of the undead corpses roared angrily, and cursed the group of latecomers viciously. He knew very well that this must be the group of zombies from the large cemetery.

Now that the enemy has come to his door, he can only fight.

Inspired by his invisible spirit, the tide of corpses that had already attacked the city began to turn back slowly, and the zombies crowded under the city wall into a mountain of corpses also pulled out one after another. Relying on the number of corpses far exceeding the opponent's, the corpse tide commanded by the necromancer turned around and charged, as if to swallow the subsequent corpses in one gulp.

It's a pity that the quantity is enough, but the quality is very different.

Surrounded by layers of corpses, the zombies in the cemetery waved their iron arms vigorously, every time they swung, they could dent the chest and burst the chest of the "similar" in front of them. The undead zombies scratching and biting vigorously can only leave white marks on the gray tough skin of the zombies in the cemetery, and can't damage them at all.

The civil war between zombies is really slow.

Although the cemetery zombies have advantages in terms of rank and quality, but if they want to massacre undead zombies who are also meat shields on a large scale, their action efficiency is still horribly slow. On average, a cemetery zombie needs two or three full-force rams to crush the opponent's head and destroy its soul fire.

Unbearable, a particularly tall and terrifying figure appeared behind the corpses in the cemetery.

From the general outline of the face, the appearance of the corpse king can be vaguely recognized, but his "body" has changed completely out of the ordinary. The positions of the arms and lower limbs are no longer what they were before, but changed into thick and powerful fleshy tentacles. The front end of the fleshy tentacles is branching out more fine and constantly waving whiskers and thorns, and the corpse king's attack and walking rely entirely on these thorns.

Like an octopus wriggling forward, its thick fleshy tentacles firmly grasp the opposite side, pulling the corpse king forward. And the hundreds of thorn-like tentacles on the corpse king's arm continuously pierced the surrounding area, piercing the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of the undead zombies flexibly and powerfully, easily destroying the soul fire in their hard skulls.

These fleshy tentacles are sometimes twisted together to form a two to three meter long fleshy whip, with the whistling wind, the zombies standing in front of the corpse king are bloody and fleshy, and their bodies are thrown away. Sometimes, they decompose into hundreds of flexible flesh spines, wandering among the surrounding zombie crowd, piercing the zombie's muddy gray eyeballs, leaving two blood holes flowing with black blood and gray flesh.

Between separation and reunion, gathering and dispersing are impermanent, but highly efficient.

The corpse king is like a giant roaring forward. The crowded and immobile zombies around him can't stop his footsteps at all. Instead, in his strange and inexplicable attack, large numbers of people fell to the ground and died.

With the leader's strong opening, the iron zombies in the cemetery became more excited and violent, chasing after the corpse king, tearing the gap even wider.

The necromancer hiding in the dark became even more angry.

Under his silent mobilization, hundreds of nimble and vigorous ghouls jumped out from all over the corpse tide, stomping on the bodies of the zombies and rushing towards the killing corpse king. And in the dark, dozens of eerie ghosts and wraiths cover the four vampires and attack them from the side.

More than a dozen ragged, thin corpses like skeletons, but with a staff of white bones in their hands, also emerged. They continuously poured bone spears and bone spurs at the corpse king at the craziest speed, and detonated the zombies around the corpse king from time to time.

For a moment, the roaring corpse king was blown to pieces by continuous magic attacks. But when he wanted to rush to these Lichs and smash them, more and more intensive undead charges entangled him in place again.

Therefore, even though the corpse king kept roaring in anger, he could only be fixed in place and beaten, unable to clean up the corpse witch that threatened him the most in advance.

But even though the corpse king roared repeatedly after being beaten, his hands didn't stop at all. Every undead that rushed into the range of ten meters around him was smashed to pieces by his ever-changing thick tentacles. Therefore, the scene at the scene evolved into a confrontation.

Now it depends on whether the undead corpse witches can defeat the corpse king in advance, or the corpse king consumes the charging undead in advance, and then sweeps away the tide of corpses.

Faced with such a scene, the Necromancer who was hidden behind the scenes finally couldn't help but make a move.

A concealed magic ray mixed with the continuous Lich attacks flew towards the corpse king who was waving his tentacles vigorously.

"Necromancer hold technique".

And at the moment when the necromancer made his move, the pair of green soul fires of the corpse king who had been on the defensive suddenly lit up, and he turned his head to lock on the position where the magic ray appeared.

"Got you!"