An unbearable itch crawled across Eric's back from the wound.

He didn't bother to check the wound, gritted his teeth, and without hesitating for a second, he tightened the muscles in his back to the limit.

The shocking wound was forcibly squeezed by a powerful force, and the metal parts that were spreading rapidly on it were squeezed and peeled off piece by piece, along with the flesh.

Soon, the entire wound became as if it had never been injured, and it was difficult to even make out the marks.

It's not enough, it's not enough.

Eric was well aware of the speed at which the zombie toxin, that is, the metalized part of the spread, and the itching sensation that still lingered on his back was proof that although it had slowed down the progress of the infection to a large extent, it still didn't work.

If you have the corresponding spell to purify, you may be able to pick up a life.

But there are no conditions here, and you can only do your best to obey the destiny of heaven.

"It's not enough...... It's not enough! ”

Eric's eyes widened, his snow-white eyebrows suddenly curled up, his overly tense muscles began to take on a strange shape, and blood vessels appeared on the surface of his skin like a large net covering a person.

Bang –

Finally, under the tremendous pressure beyond his capacity, the wounded part of his back had healed, but now it cracked again, completely collapsed, and pieces of shocking flesh sprayed into the desolate sky.

The moment the flesh spurted out, the old man's back was like a pair of deformed wings of blood.

After the eruption, the place that was originally a wound turned into several terrifying holes, and where the flesh and blood were blurred, some white bones were faintly exposed.

"Hahaha, I did it!"

Eric didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and he was covered in blood and laughed.

Infections, rotting wounds, cutting off the flesh to stop the deterioration, this is a treatment that the unreliable witch doctors in the tribe understand, and in his opinion, it is not a big deal, at most it is just a matter of playing and hanging up.

Now, he's succeeded, so he's happy.

Thinking back to the humiliation just now, pleasure naturally turned to madness.

On the contrary, there was a great ecstasy in my heart.

It was the blood in his own body that stained his body red, and now it has been flowing, flowing and flowing until it dries up.

The time left in life has entered a rapid final countdown.

The old man's snow-white lion's mane hair had long since been soaked in blood, and it was glued together in clusters.

His eyes had lost their minds, replaced by two blood-red balls of light.

Kill!

Kill everything, and the doors of Valhalla are open.

"Hahahaha!"

Eric grabbed the oncoming zombie with his hand, and pinched his thick and calloused giant palm hard, and the zombie's head was torn apart like a watermelon that had been knocked out.

Kill!

The number of zombies is still as large as ever, and the clearing space cleared in the frantic battle can only last for a few seconds on average.

A large number of zombies crave the flesh and blood of the living, and there seems to be a trace of greed in the eyes of those who have no life characteristics.

Unarmed, Eric blasted the zombies in all directions with his mighty arms.

By the time they flew out, the zombies had already shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and large and small pieces of metal and badly colored minced meat paved Eric's path.

Not enough, not enough!

Tearing, beating, hammering.

With no fixed target and no sense of defense, Eric harvested patches of zombies everywhere, occasionally trying to attack him from behind, only to find that their teeth and claws couldn't even penetrate the flesh of the wound.

Because Eric has burned his life.

Compress the last power in your body and release it in one go.

There is no reason for the brave who have begun to consume their lives to die in the mouths of miscellaneous soldiers.

He may be destined to run out of oil and die here.

"Kill, ahhhhh Hahahaha! ”

Eric's roaring and laughing were all instincts triggered by the loss of his mind.

The zombie monsters began to surround them.

It's not a tactic, Eric runs back and forth like a wounded elephant while slaughtering zombies, barely staying in the same position for a moment, making it difficult to surround him.

And now Eric's speed has slowed down significantly, and even if his momentum has not dissipated, the physical weakness is already an indisputable fact.

His blood has barely even flowed out.

That's why the zombie monsters have a chance to surround them.

"It's a good time!"

As soon as Eric saw the zombie beast that was about to move, the corners of his mouth smiled fiercely, and he went directly to kill the nearest giant beast.

Along the way, the zombies who dare to block and the zombies who are involved in it have only one ending, and that is to smash.

But, after all, it's the end of the crossbow.

Eric didn't realize that his dash attack was much less powerful than before, as it had taken a lot of time, and the zombie behemoth itself had already been transformed before the battle began.

It was a brave giant with only an upper body, an overall height of about five or six meters, a thick body, and the part supported on the ground was like a pagoda, and the reinforced zombies roared incessantly, and the arms and head only had the appearance of a human.

Boom –

The zombie monster raised its fists at the same time and smashed it down with all its strength at Eric's location.

Hundreds of zombies mingled in the dirt and stones, bursting into the sky.

After a few seconds of planting, it fell down with the mud and stones, and barely filled in another layer of the big hole that was smashed out.

The battlefield seemed to be silent.

After the stones, dirt and debris fell, it was as if nothing had happened again.

However, the zombies that make up the body of the zombie behemoth are still roaring meaninglessly.

The huge and sturdy body of the zombie beast was also trembling constantly.

The part of the arm, in particular, trembled more than there.

It's like...... It's about to be broken.

"Hahahaha!"

The heroic and brave laughter instantly tore through the silent air, and the zombie beast's arms suddenly bent into two "L" shapes in different directions, along with the shoulders and upper body, which were twisted to different positions by this strange force.

Click-

The sound of metal breaking resounded inside the zombie behemoth.

Even zombie behemoths that can be combined into various shapes still have a certain degree of metal bones in their bodies, otherwise it is difficult to maintain their strength.

Even metal bones are by no means indestructible.

"Drink, ah!"

The old man's eyes suddenly burst out with a light containing reason, not murderous or combative, but a relief.

Click-

The body of the zombie beast was forcibly torn in half, and now it was limp and collapsed on the ground.

The ground was blood-red, and the zombies were bloodless.

It's over.

Eric finally felt a little tired.

The eyelids are so heavy that when you close them, you don't want to open them.

There is a legend in his homeland that the fiercest and greatest mammoths, if they are not killed in battle, and eventually live to the verge of old age, know how to find graves unknown to outsiders, stand in the grave and die, let the corpse decompose, weather, and finally leave a white skeleton standing on the ground.

It's a pity that I've never seen the real thing, and it's mostly fake, what a pity.

Like a red-stained mountain, Eric stood motionless in front of the corpse of the zombie behemoth, split in half, as if praying to his enemies.

There are countless zombies that pounce on him, but at this time, he can't turn back.

Buzz –

Suddenly, an ultra-high temperature beam pierced the battlefield, burning all the zombies in its path.

Three warships of different shapes flew from the other side of the sun, each with its own shape, but there was barely one thing in common.

Color.

As if for fear that they would not be seen by the enemy and their own people on the battlefield, the three battleships, without exception, were all painted with gold that reflected the sun.

At the bow of each battleship stood a young man with a mighty appearance.