Warhammer Returns, I wonder why it’s the end of the world

"This TM is a zombie?"

snakeskin they couldn't believe it.

Uncle Chen, who rushed over, held his chain saw long knife and temporarily confronted the zombie.

If it weren't for the zombie's helmet with a rotten face.

They would all think that this was a master of swordsmanship in armor.

"Snakeskin, fat cat, you continue to intercept those zombies, be careful, I don't know how many more of this kind of stuff there are!"

Uncle Chen's eyes stared at the elite among the zombies.

"A turtle, feed the two of them healing mushrooms and drag them out. Zhu

Qizheng was shot in the chest and lay on the ground with Kunzi, but still conscious.

A turtle quickly picked up the bag of mushrooms.

His eyes were full of tears.

"Eat all of this, Juqizheng, you too." He

had never been too lazy to speak, but at this time, he couldn't stop talking.

"You don't want to die!"

"After you die, you can't fight anymore..." The

samurai zombie confronted Uncle Chen.

It's like two martial arts masters in a martial arts novel.

That zombie was definitely conscious.

It can even make a low, ugly laugh of "hey, hey, hey".

He tilted his head and looked at Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen didn't care what it was, and scolded.

"Your TM little Oriental devil..." In

the next moment, Uncle Chen charged.

The chain saw long knife in his hand was very heavy, but Wu was extremely flexible in Uncle Chen's hand.

The samurai zombie made a gesture of slashing.

Even that rotten face actually showed a smile at this time.

There were only five steps left between them.

Uncle Chen jumped up, and the chain saw long knife was extremely irritable, as if it was about to split the mountains and rivers from top to bottom.

With a sword, Uncle Chen was confident that this warrior zombie could not be avoided.

Parrying with a knife is even more delusional.

Even a knife can cut you off.

The samurai zombie also seemed to be shocked.

When Uncle Chen swung his big knife, he regretted it.

Immediately drew his sword, but he immediately took out his hand, and it was actually used as a throwing weapon.

At this time, Uncle Chen jumped in mid-air, and he also couldn't avoid it.

The samurai zombie throws a knife in his right hand, and his left hand still presses the hilt.

Just wait for this big man with a knife to show his flaws, and then his left hand will strike out and kill him.

Who expected that Uncle Chen had no intention of dodging at all, and he had no idea when he slashed it out, and all he thought about was to split this zombie in half.

The long knife pierced into Uncle Chen's right waist.

However, his slash was still ferocious, and did not show the slightest flaw.

In desperation, the samurai zombie raised his knife to block.

But it is different from the mace that can block the turtle before.

The power of Uncle Chen's knife, even though his long knife was made of fine iron, was still split in two.

At the same time, the chain of the chain saw shattered, and the weapons of two people were scrapped at the same time.

But even so, the strength of Uncle Chen's knife alone, without those sharp chains, was enough to smash this zombie into meat sauce.

[Bang!]

but suddenly there was a gunshot.

Uncle Chen was shot in the left shoulder.

The knife that was swung finally lost its strength.

Chopped on the zombie's head, but only smashed its steel helmet.

At the same time, the zombie pulled out its last ribbed short knife with its right hand.

He stabbed Uncle Chen's left waist fiercely.

The samurai zombie let out a mocking laugh, and he didn't know what he was saying, but the meaning was very clear.

"I can't think of it, there is more than one like me!" On

the corpse wall, I don't know when there was another zombie elite wearing ancient Oriental samurai armor, a long knife hanging from his waist, and holding a flintlock gun in his hand.

At this time, Uncle Chen was stabbed twice in his body, and he was also shot in the left shoulder.

The zombie was holding the head of the moon, and its face was as ugly as its hairstyle.

Stabbing Uncle Chen didn't feel happy enough, and he wanted to swing a knife to give him a seppuku belly.

But the right hand that wanted to swing the knife was held by Uncle Chen.

"You can't think of it, how could Lao Tzu fall so easily!!"

Then the zombie's head slammed Uncle Chen's head hammer.

Whether the zombies will feel a headache is unknown.

But this zombie was indeed smashed by Uncle Chen's head mallet, and also released its right hand holding the knife.

Then it slammed Uncle Chen again, and the samurai fell and fell to the ground.

Uncle Chen's right hand, which could still move, immediately took out the gun behind his back.

The muzzle of the gun was directly against the zombie's brain.

The zombie let out a miserable scream, as if asking for help from its partner to save it.

But it was already too late.

【Bang!!】

Uncle Chen pulled the trigger, and the zombie's head was exploded like a watermelon.

What is certain is that zombies like this one seem to possess self-awareness.

After the head was bombarded, it was just a dead body.

However, the battle did not end.

The samurai zombie on the wall did not roar, wanting to rush down to avenge his companions.

He looked at Uncle Chen with interest.

There are also snakeskin and others who are fighting with those ordinary zombies on the side.

Uncle Chen pulled out the two knives on his body.

The long one was lost, and the short one was pressed by him on the tip of the arquebus.

He tore his shirt and used it to tie the hilt.

His strong chest was exposed.

Snakeskin they were surprised to find.

The janitor of the apartment building is covered in scars.

Knife wound Lei Lei, bullet hole sangsang.

This is definitely not caused by his recent fight with zombies.

These are all old scars on the body.

Only the kind of veteran who has carried out countless tasks, even unfortunately fallen into the hands of the enemy, suffered enough but will not give in.

It takes you to have so many scars.

A resident on the rooftop said in the group before.

"Old Chen, how majestic you were in the southwest. In

fact, this is just a compliment.

The person who said this does not know it himself.

The old man named Chen Shu who showed them the gate.

Back then, people in the southwest were more than majestic.

And now although he is old, he has won the favor of the second brother Mao.

Both skill and strength.

It is no longer comparable to what he was back then.

Now he is only more crazy than the one who killed in the southwest drug den.

Old Chen chewed the mushrooms and recovered from his injuries to a certain extent.

But this mushroom, not once eaten, people can heal wounds as quickly as Wolverine.

The bleeding stopped, but the wound remained.

The injured left hand can still move, but it needs to bear severe pain.

The short knife tied to the tip of the spear pointed at the samurai zombie on the corpse wall.

"In fact, the big knife is just a common way to exercise, and what Lao Tzu is really good at making has to be this." With

a gun in hand, Lao Chen only thought that he had seen an old fellow who had not been seen for many years.

Although this is just a toy gun plus a steel pipe, and then he is tied to a short knife.

But a gun is a gun, and what can kill is a good gun.

The samurai zombie on the corpse wall laughed.

It seems to be mocking Uncle Chen for not measuring his strength.

But then, eight zombie elites, also wearing samurai armor, climbed the corpse wall.

They wielded long knives or crossed spears, bows and arrows, and short guns.

They were condescending, looking at Uncle Chen like a bid.

Uncle Chen was not afraid to laugh back and drank loudly.

"Come on!!!"