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

Then from behind the monster, one crawl after another, as if it were a miniature version of it.

There is also a rotten flesh and a maggot.

It's like the size of a puppy.

But there were more and more of them, either crawling out of the monster's body, or burrowing out of the big mouth born on the stomach, and sliding down the long tongue to the ground.

But more from Liu Zuan's incomparably huge stomach at this time.

Jumping and jumping, or stacking or rolling around, it is exactly the kind of little monster that Tai Qingsong described.

Compared with such a group of things, zombies are simply clean and hygienic.

But none of the brats below Tailang felt afraid.

The kid personally selected by Second Brother Mao has even forgotten what is called cowardice and what is called escape.

Not to mention the stench mixed in the air of this underground farm at this moment.

They all looked at the back of their boss.

As long as Tai Lang did not choose to escape, their momentum would never collapse.

And Tailang was holding his warhammer aloft.

Two voices sounded in my head.

"Prodigal son, this time is really strong enough!"

"How dare I think about you!"

"Do you know what you did?"

"Well, originally that group of guys just gave you a glance here."

"Now everyone notices you."

"Let's not talk about your world that should have finished the calf, let's talk about the place where you are staying now."

"It was originally just a lot of zombies, plus some blood-drinking things."

"It's hard to cut, it's a pity not to cut."

"There's definitely going to be a lot of new fun now!"

"You're really well done!"

"We love it! Have fun! We just like a kid like you!.

Then not only Tai Lang, but the other brats also heard those two voices.

"There's no one standing here."

"This is not nonsense, it was all picked out by us personally."

"Then we should cover it well!"

"Your face is handed over to you, don't lose it to you."

"Prodigal son, this time you are energized, Waaagh energy tube is enough!"

"Cut it !!"

As soon as the words fell, the Waaagh energy, which had been consumed by Tai Lang, surged up again.

And it was so plentiful that he could clearly feel that he was getting bigger!

He wasn't the only one who felt this way.

And the brats under his hands also felt that a force was constantly being produced in their bodies and was supporting their bodies.

It can be seen with the naked eye that like Tai Qing Song, Zhu Qizheng was originally two young people with ribs, and he had already torn his clothes.

The two large pectoral muscles stood tall, and even their own bone racks made "click" and "click" sounds.

Just now he was still wearing ill-fitting body armor, and his body was petite leaf green.

The large body armor that also held her was about to burst.

Instead of the pain caused by the physical abnormality in a short period of time, everyone felt more and more excited, with a stimulus that had never been experienced enough to be addictive.

So cool! Joyfully!! I want to fight!!

And the Waaagh energy in the body is still soaring, seemingly endless, whatever they squander.

The monster also felt the power.

Even those who are not wise enough to feel that something is wrong.

Man should be a weak, pitiful and helpless creature.

Since its birth, this monster does not know how many years it has existed, and as a messenger of the father, it has sprinkled the father's love and care for all life in countless worlds.

It also cured their weak bodies while infecting them with disease.

Although decaying, they gained eternity.

This messenger has seen too many species like humans.

But it was the dozen or so humans who appeared in front of him that made him feel a breath...

It's very weird... If you want to describe it, it is as if it swallowed a living person, but the taste was a vegetable.

This force should not belong to humans, but to a group of outliers.

This monster is actually a little confused himself, although the loving father gave it a task, that is, to accept the soul in front of him.

"Child, the Father hears your call."

Many fat maggots were sprayed out of its mouth, and it still has to be said.

"Kid, say it, want..."

just didn't wait for it to finish.

Tai Lang waved his hand here.

The RPG rocket in Turtle's hand had already slammed into its face.

A group of monsters have not yet attacked.

Tai Lang and the others had already rushed up first.

“Waaagh！！！！！！"

Although the RPG hit its face only stirred up a cloud of smoke, the already rotten carrion was already rotten.

The monster shook off the ash from its face, but now it was really confused.

“？？？"

On the contrary, those Nagu spirits who only know how to play and fight have already fought with those dozen humans.

The Nagar spirits have been grouped together, this is the leg, the other is the head.

Although they are only the size of a puppy, their paws are unusually sharp and they are contaminated with a large number of germs.

Their flesh is decaying, but strong.

Ordinary weapons can't hurt them.

Then they were either cut in half on the spot by a wrench, a large knife, a folding stool, and something that was swung in a mess or slapped against the wall, crashing into a large puddle of meat mud.

Otherwise, it will be pierced by bullets, broken, and lost the human form they have stacked.

The kid with the big gun behind really wants to quickly shoot out the bullets and quickly join the hand-to-hand combat.

They don't have to aim at all, and shooting indiscriminately won't have much chance of emptying.

Because at this time, the entire underground farm was already full of these monsters.

Liu Zuan's big belly is constantly being produced, as if it can fill this entire underground space.

But so what?

Incredible Waaagh energy, unprecedented excitement and desire to fight.

It brought Tai Lang and his brats almost endless power.

Even if the number of monsters is too much.

They folded up like a tidal wave and slapped on the brats.

A machete can only kill two or three monsters at most, but more monsters have already crawled on the brats.

Each one stretched out its sharp claws, and the scratched mouth was rapidly rottening.

But even so, the brats who were crawling with Naja Spirit were still fighting.

They shouted "Waaagh", one hand slashing, and the other hand tore off the flesh and skin of the Na Zhan Spirit on their bodies.