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

Chapter 50

The last samurai zombie was stabbed by one of the four brats and severely put him on top of the pile of corpses.

Then Uncle Chen slashed it.

The gorgeous helmet wrapped in the head has a twisted face.

But what no one noticed was that when the zombie finally rolled to the ground, the expression on his face turned into a weird smile.

Uncle Chen had already fought to the point of exhaustion, and there were many wounds on his body, and he could no longer rely on healing mushrooms to slow down.

The powerful power that had just gushed out of his body had also been exhausted.

Snakeskin hurriedly held Uncle Chen.

"Fat cat A turtle, you two bear it first, be careful, Kun Zi and I will help Uncle Chen to the back first." "

The zombie elite has been eliminated, but there are too many ordinary zombies, and they can not be cut down by a few of their hands.

They were still waiting for the return of Tai Lang and sent all the zombies of the entire Liu Family Village into the fire through the upgraded version of the chariot.

They are fighting and retreating, but it is not that they cannot cope.

As long as there is no zombie elite like the one just now....

However, in the next moment, the familiar strange laugh sounded again.

The snakeskin felt a chill in their hearts.

It was already noon, and the sun, which was originally very bright, suddenly became dim.

The whole street began to become gloomy.

But behind the corpse wall, a golden light flashed.

It's still that Oriental-style samurai armor.

But the difference is....

This suit of armor seems to be made of gold, decorated with countless jewels, and carefully carved like a treasure of art.

The golden visor covered its face, revealing only its strange eyes that emitted a faint green light.

A body of armor carved dragon painting phoenix, gold wire fine thread, embroidered is the sun, moon, mountains and rivers.

Three sabers at the waist, full of gemstones.

But what is particularly conspicuous is that.

The statue of the evil dragon hovering on the helmet.

Agate as eyes, crystal carved teeth.

The coral is horned and the gold flake is scaled.

Each of the four dragon claws has only four claws.

Grabbing four bucket pearls.

There are also two large flags on the back.

The overly ornate banner cloth is written in blood with eight Chinese characters.

[Don't come and go, no death and no life]

Fools can see that this zombie must be more elite than those zombie elites just now.

The strange laugh it emitted gradually turned into a laugh.

It seems that something ridiculous has been discovered.

"Ahahahahaha!!!"

This laughter is more like snakeskin coming from the bottom of their hearts, like the claws of demons, digging into the nest of their hearts and digging into the deepest hidden fear in their hearts.

Despite their snakeskin, they have become nervous and think they do not know what it means to be afraid.

But he was still bristled with laughter and extremely irritable.

Next....

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The golden-armored zombie emitted a black mist all over his body, which quickly enveloped the pile of corpses around him.

It also includes those warrior zombies who were hacked to death by Uncle Chen and them before.

A harsh cool breeze came out, blowing so that even people's bones began to chill.

Wait until this cool breeze blows out the smoke.

The original ten samurai zombies that had been eliminated were obviously cut off even their heads.

Now he was standing in front of several people again, and their heads were all taken back, showing their rotten and ugly faces, laughing along with the golden-armored zombie.

The snakeskin is almost unable to even scold.

Uncle Chen has the heart to fight again.

But this warrior has really reached his limit.

A warm blood rushed up again, and halfway through, all the wounds on the body leaked out again.

Directly lost too much blood and fainted.

"Made!"

the snakeskin gritted his teeth.

Fat Cat: "Yes! "

Kunzi: "Don't seek to be born in the same year and month, but seek to die in the same year and month!" A

turtle: "Can't be instigated!" The

golden-armored zombie looked at the snakeskin and several of them with interest.

When the eerie and cautious laughter stopped.

The golden-armored zombie actually spoke Chinese.

"Very interesting guy. Although

he didn't seem to be fluent in Chinese, he understood it.

"For you, a chance to escape, he..." The

golden-armored zombie's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Run the fastest, mine, don't kill his guys, tell those, guys who are still alive, that sooner or later my [Martial God Keiichi] will rule your world, enslaved, all of you, life or death. Snakeskin

took a sip.

"You're a chicken leg!" the

brothers glanced at each other a few times, and none of them wanted to escape.

"Guys who want to die, fulfill them. The

golden-armored zombie lost interest and waved his hand.

The ten zombies who had just been resurrected immediately pulled out their weapons.

A new round of fierce fighting is about to begin.

But suddenly, a large number of sleds with evacuees tied to them at the end of the street were knocked apart by something.

Not someone else.

It was Tai Lang and Tai Qing Song who drove their newly upgraded chariot towards the castle apartment.

Compared with the previous large bed and four wheels, a huge stone brick in front, plus the statue of the second brother Mao.

The icons of the two brothers are still standing.

But at the rear of the car, a large iron frame was welded, and a huge tin can was installed on the iron frame.

It is the roof of ordinary residential buildings, the kind used to store water.

Unfortunately, there are no tanker trucks or floor scrubbers in this village, fire trucks, which can store large amounts of liquid.

There is the kind of van that has been transformed, and the back compartment is a whole tin can, secretly refueling privately.

But Tai Lang hated that the horsepower was too small, and it was not as good as his pure electric four-wheeled combat vehicle with Mao blessings.

From the beginning he thought about it.

The heavy stone brick at the front of the car is just enough to balance the large "oil tank" that is now at the rear of the car.

Then the oil gun for refueling and the high-pressure water gun for car washing, as well as the flamethrower that can ignite and the air compressor are slightly modified and combined.

Plus a tubing connects this large water storage tank filled with gasoline.

It was perfect.

Tai Lang has already begun to have the plan for tonight's barbecue conference.

No need to snakeskin they remind.

As long as it is the smelly jerky that exudes a rancid smell, just take a knife and a gun, and burn it all.

The chariot had not completely stopped, Tai Qing Song took over the control of the direction, and Tai Lang had already picked up the flamethrower that had made himself whole.

Pull the trigger of the gas gun hard.

A fire snake rolled with black smoke, and immediately set all the samurai zombies rushing over.

Although they are nimble and martial.

However, the scope of this fire snake shot out by Tai Lang was too wide, and it swallowed the entire street entrance in just an instant.

But suddenly, a cold light instantly split the fire snake in half.

The blade was so fast that Tai Qing Song couldn't even see the shadow.

Until a gorgeous saber is put into the scabbard.

The strange laugh that would make people feel hairy in their hearts reached the ears of Tai Lang and Tai Qing Song.

Tai Qingsong reacted at this time.

"A zombie that can make a knife?"

Tai

Lang smiled.