"God? What the hell is going on? Rubbing his sore and weak brain, Du Huansheng looked at Lan Xia with a confused expression and asked. Faintly, he seemed to see the sweet times before.

"Psychic attack." Lan Xia, who was about to stand unsteadily, could only take two steps back, leaned against the wall, and replied in a deep voice while holding his forehead with one hand.

NND, is it true that such a powerful spiritual power is not joking with her?

She can't hold it back, what kind of holy are you!

Lan Xia's face was very ugly, but fortunately, no one could see her abnormality hidden under the mask.

Du Huansheng's face immediately changed, and he looked at the puzzled crowd around him, and he hurriedly let people flee here without thinking about it.

However, it was ushered in by an even more powerful spiritual attack, which almost instantly made people collapse to the ground.

"! Run for Lao Tzu! What are you doing in a daze! Seeing the more than 2,000 people behind him fall to the ground violently, Du Huansheng's eyes widened, and then after reacting, he shouted loudly to run until his voice was hoarse.

"Thank you."

Running forward side by side with Lan Xia, Mu Xiaoyu looked at Lan Xia's eyes sincerely.

"You're welcome, this is what I'm supposed to do." Lan Xia looked ahead in silence, this time she still underestimated.

"Miss Lan naturally has the world in mind." Mu Xiaoyu was silent, but suddenly such a sentence came out.

Lan Xia's already unsteady pace almost tripped over him.

Looking sideways, the man ran away again!

Lan Xia's face suddenly became very exciting, if it weren't for the fact that it was hidden under the mask. Her reputation was ruined.

Hearts of the world?

She just doesn't want to die!

So it puts a burden on her?

Mu Xiaoyu, come over and make it clear!

A black whirlwind blew, and Lan Xia frowned and moved forward quickly.

She knew that her answer was inside. Actually, she didn't have to go through this at all.

Seeing the scene inside, Lan Xia finally laughed bitterly.

In the group of zombies, a figure like a king sits in it, with an even body, slender hands supporting his head, and a black butterfly-shaped mask on his face. Next to it stood a woman in ancient costume with double-ring sideburns. The cyan long skirt covered the delicate and transparent body, and the faint charm was half covered by the green gauze.

However, even though it was so enchanting and charming, there was still a calm in those vertical pupils.

Lan Xia sighed lightly. In the middle of the zombie group, he is like a king descending.

The last trace of luck in my heart collapsed into the ground at this moment.

In this life, after all, they can only go their own way.

Without complaining or sighing, Lan Xia calmly accepted a qiē.

There's no way to change it. Then you can only change yourself.

Suddenly, I realized that almost all eyes were focused on her. Gathered in her face, to be exact.

The corners of Lan Xia's mouth twitched, and she looked at Mu Xiaoyu, who had a stern expression and an expressionless face, and she turned her face sideways.

In front of the zombie horde, the human army looked so weak.

The sheer number seemed to be able to crush a qiē, but no one was afraid, and no one took a step back, winning or losing in one fell swoop, no matter what. No one will be left to chance.

After all, a king was born in the zombie horde, which would be such desperate news for humans.

Now. They have no way back.

Either the enemy dies or I die.

In the center of the dead city, in front of a ruin, on the vast ground, neither of the two forces moved first, there was no sound at all, except for the sound of breathing, the scene was even quiet to make people's scalps tingle.

Lan Xia turned his face, and through the layers of figures, the layers of zombies looked directly at the indifferent and arrogant figure in the zombie group who was looking at everything in the world.

Until this moment, Lan Xia still felt that the gaze that stayed on her face had not diminished.

Lan Xia's face twitched, it was unreasonable.

Is there a problem with the mask in the same way?

One is a zombie and the other is a human, do you dare not to think nonsense?

Lan Xia looked up expressionlessly, his identity had already been exposed anyway.

Slowly raise your hand and place it on the mask, moving it away little by little until the mask is lifted above your head to fully reveal the face.

A whirlwind blew, and Lan Xia untied her black cloak and let it disappear into the sky.

Dressed in well-fitting casual clothes, Lan Xia raised her face and looked around, unsurprisingly seeing everyone's surprise, joy, and excitement.

"Blue, Miss Blue?!" Du Huansheng looked at this figure in astonishment, he never dreamed that that legendary-level figure would always be in front of his eyes!

So、Is it still possible for them to lose this battle?!

Soon, a look of awe and joy also rose on Du Huansheng's face, and Mu Xiaoyu on the side looked at Lan Xia thoughtfully without blinking.

There are so many suspicions, why do you have to take the initiative to expose yourself if you want to cover up your identity.

Or just have a bad temper, and there are not a few people in the base who have a bad temper.

Mu Xiaoyu secretly suppressed his doubts, although there was always an answer in his heart.

"I'm just here to do the task." Lan Xia calmly looked at the figure of the king among the zombies, just like her, Deng Chen's vertical pupils were also very calm, calmly watching the ups and downs of the world.

"Warriors! The war has come, rush! Rush! Rush! Du Huansheng picked up the weapon in his hand and waved his hand to rush into the zombie group first, and the balance was also broken at this moment.

"The final decisive battle has come, and the fate of our nation hangs by a thread." Mu Xiaoyu looked at Lan Xia indifferently, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all.

Suddenly, the two sides of the fierce battle were scuffled together, without too many words and without too many negotiations.

Some just looked excited, waving the butcher knife in their hands with a sad expression.

Even if you are one against ten, you have nothing to fear!

Roaring and furious, it was a fierce battle, and at the same time a desperate battle.

The smoke of war filled the sky over the entire city, the horn of war had sounded, and every time a knife and cannon rang out, it was accompanied by a never-ending corpse and a trace of obliterated flesh.

In the center of the battlefield, Lan Xia calmly looked at what was happening in front of him.

The army and the zombies scuffled together, the roars, the roars, the angry screams, all mixed together.

Walking forward step by step, the figure sitting on the throne did not move, and the girl standing next to him calmly watched Lan Xia walk step by step.

There was nothing in those vertical pupils, like a pool of stagnant water.

Walking calmly on the battlefield, the blood splashed around her stained her clothes red, her face was splashed with blood-red liquid, and she blinked calmly and remained unmoved.

One by one, unwilling figures fell, looking at her with expectations in their eyes.

"The final decisive battle has come, and the fate of our nation hangs by a thread." Mu Xiaoyu's calm and powerful voice seemed to have been haunting her.

It was repeated over and over again in her ear, and she could no longer hear any other sounds.

The final decisive battle has come, and the fate of our nation hangs by a thread.

Yes, this has always been a war between races, and she will be the one who will end this war.

Standing in front of him within three meters of him, Lan Xia looked at the two figures coldly.

The final decisive battle has come, and the fate of our nation hangs by a thread.

The words kept repeating in her ears, a calm but powerful voice that struck her heart.

It seems that I have seen it, understood it, and I am persistent.

"Fight again." A silver spear of about three meters appeared in Lan Xia's hand, pointing directly at the figure on the throne.

Deng Chen's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stared blankly at the sharp spear that was only one centimeter away from him, which seemed to be emitting a silver light, so cold, like three feet of ice in winter.

The person he had always put at the top of his heart now really wanted to kill him. (To be continued......)