When a scrupled person encounters an irrational walking dead, avoiding them won't solve anything. As soon as Claudius got closer, he opened a row of sharp teeth, and the first part he bit into was the large artery in his neck that was exposed outside his armor.

As a last resort, Renault flicked his wrist and slapped him on the head with the smooth blade of the sword, temporarily relieving his urgent need. Zombies don't know pain, and this slap is insignificant to the undead, and he quickly recovers from the momentum of the slap, adjusts his distorted face in a chilling position, and then attacks Renault's neck again, still greeted by a hard, heavy sword.

As the saying goes: if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it. Renault's kindness could not arouse the sanity of his best friend, and Renault, who had not yet recovered his strength, was accidentally scratched on the back of his hand. The claw technique with the bad blood function destroyed the blood's clotting ability, and the blood flowed red over his entire left palm. Renault was a little worried about whether he would be infected with a similar virus and become a zombie, but Claudius, who was pressing closely, didn't give him more time to worry about it.

Seeing that if he didn't make a move, he would repeat the mistakes of his friends, Renault finally relented, gritted his teeth and said to himself: "I'm sorry!" ”

Raising a sword is a horizontal cut. Claudius' HP dropped dramatically, leaving less than four-fifths of his HP. The second slash was made at the location of the first cut, only a crisp "click" was heard, the neck bone was broken, and the HP was less than two-thirds.

Zombie Claudius moved his head a few points under the impact of the second blow, and the bloodshot that covered his eyeballs quickly faded, and when the third blow slashed into the previous wound, he had completely restored his royal blue pupils.

"Renault, save me, I don't want to die!" The zombie features on the body gradually faded, and the face remained the same.

It only takes a few more moves of the blade to end the battle he least wants to fight, but Renault finds himself unable to bear to do so under Claudius' begging gaze, and his arms seem to be filled with lead, so heavy that he feels weak.

Claudius: "Renault, I'm your only good friend, can you bear to do it?" If I die, what's the point of living alone in the world without friends and friends? ”

Renault stared at his "friend's" drooping head in a daze, and only barely resting on the smooth sword did not fall.

"Yes! What's wrong with me? Even the only friends who have been willing to kill are the killers, am I being eroded by this killing game and becoming ruthless? Renault thought.

Renault in the real shijie is a silent person who does not know how to express his feelings, from childhood to adulthood, most people are respectful and stay away because of his silence, although his grades are outstanding, and his classmates mistakenly think that he is arrogant and disdainful of communicating with others, which aggravates the rustiness of his interpersonal relationships. Claudius is an exception, the equally good half-breed boy has the delicacy of Asians and the open-mindedness of Europeans and Americans, and he mingles with the students in his class on his first day of school. He was also the first and only classmate to communicate with Renault, and although most of the time he took the initiative to find a topic to chat with, and Renault responded passively, Claudius did not alienate him because of this.

They are classmates from elementary school to junior high school to high school, and even the university is the most famous key college in the country. It's just that the personalities of the two are still silent and cheerful, like ice and fire. And the friendship between them grew deeper with the passage of time. After graduating from university, Claudius worked as an editor in a government magazine for two years and then set up his own game magazine. Unfortunately, because of the deep-rooted concept of the Chinese people, parents regard games as tigers, and even children who are keen on games are only to vent their inner dissatisfaction or seek some kind of stimulation.

"Games are a great invention that purifies the human mind." When Renault confronted him about giving up his lucrative and promising job to pursue a career in the game industry, the confident Claudius replied: "Creating a gaming magazine would make it easier to convey its spirit to everyone." ”

Now, with a trembling grip on the hilt of his sword, Renault's words echoed in his head, and Renault, who had been playing professional games for many years, had come to understand the meaning of those words. Games are indeed able to fill people's wounded hearts and souls, and heal the mental wounds that medicine stones can't heal.

Now Renault should have assisted his best friend in fulfilling his desire to spread the gospel of gaming, not ending it.

Thinking of this, Renault couldn't do it anyway.

In a moment's stunned, the zombie Claudius clasped his two-handed sword with both hands, and his neck moved along the cold and smooth sword body to Renault who was struggling step by step. When Renault came to his senses, he was faced with yellowed teeth.

A heavy bite hit Renault's neck artery, and a chill rushed straight to the brain, followed by severe pain. The pain stimulates the nervous system and awakens Renault's consciousness. He was clearly aware of the massive loss of HP, the carotid artery is one of the key points in the human body, and the game system's blood reduction judgment for this injury is very large, just this bite, plus the cumulative damage of continuous blood loss, Renault will lose almost a quarter of the remaining HP. And the zombie's sharp claws have already caught his body, and if it weren't for the epic leather cuirass with extremely high defense, he would have lost more than a quarter of his HP.

Pain is terrifying to humans, but it has little negative effect on the brave and fearless. On the contrary, Renault's chaotic consciousness began to clear, now is not the time to sigh for his friend, the Claudius who has become a zombie is no longer the Claudius of the past, and if he lets it kill himself, he can't change the fate of his best friend's death.

The two-handed sword body embedded in the neck two-thirds of the neck did not hesitate, and under the impetus of a firm will, it decisively cut a piece of rotten flesh from Zuihou that connected the zombie's head. The royal blue of Claudius' eyes quickly faded, turning into an unconscious mad blood, and then his head fell helplessly. And Renault had regained his previous coldness, and the headless body that was left standing still spewed out a fine and dense rain of blood, and the surroundings of the corpse immediately turned a dazzling red, emitting a strange demonic red light under the reflection of the four walls.

This time it was a real prostration, not only physically, but also mentally. The pain of a close friend is indescribable. Self-blame, guilt, regret, heartache...... All kinds of negative feelings are intertwined, forming an indescribable web that envelops Renault's unwavering heart, quickly shrinks, and slices Zuihou into pieces.

It turns out that the pain of the soul goes deeper into the bone marrow than the flesh.

"You actually killed me!" The familiar inhuman voice sounded not far away, and the grief-stricken Renault suddenly looked up, and there was nothing in the empty corridor except for the headless body and the tumbling head of Claudius, and a large dense patch of undried blood on the ground.

Who's talking? Renault looked around to make sure there were no new enemies, and then turned his gaze to the headless corpse.

The voice rang out again: "You actually killed me!" ”

This time Renault heard it well, and the voice ...... The voice came from the cavity of the corpse that had not yet fallen.

Strange corpses, weird voices! Renault felt like he was going crazy. That's when he realized that the problem was unusual - any player or monster with zero HP would want to shatter the glass bottle and break it apart when they die, and then disappear. The corpse in front of him not only did not disappear, but still spoke without a head, even after Renault made up the remaining two knives, it still did not change.

Could it be that the ghost of a best friend is still gone?

A chill soaked up and down Zhou's body.

The horrific and comical corpse is accountable from the incision: "This is your return for our twenty years of friendship?" ”

With a bang, the two-handed sword fell to the ground, and the vibration from the impact on the ground did not disappear. It's not that Renault lost his hand because he lost his strength, and it's not that he was powerless to resist because of fear, and sometimes guilt is more devastating than the two.

The headless corpse staggered, its fingernails glowing blue, pointing at Renault's unprotected throat. It seems that he will not rest on his laurels without killing Renault.

Renault felt that his cold fingers had completely "embraced" his neck, and his hands like iron tongs were tightly choked, and the clamping force beyond human liliang almost suffocated him, and at the same time touched the nerve of the wound.

He is no longer his former best friend, and Renault repeatedly said to himself that the real Claudius would not do anything to hurt his friends, it was just a zombie in the guise of a best friend.

Claudius screamed hysterically while frantically pinching, and every sound from the abdominal cavity brought a flower of blood from the wound, and Renault, who was close at hand, splashed his face with blood: "Have you forgotten that by killing me, you will have no hope of contacting my lovely sister again?" Isn't she the one you love the most? Didn't you give up your career to become a professional gamer in the hope of regaining her heart? ”

Renault's heart is shocked, Cleo! When the name came to mind, the image of the peerless elegance appeared in his mind, with the same silver moth eyebrows as Claudius, and silver hair as bright as satin, and a smile that would make any man drunk.

Renault suddenly remembered that he had given up the career he loved, the expectations of his parents for many years, and the ...... Isn't it just to give up so much so that I can regain Cleo's heart? Without her, all her own abandonment would be meaningless.

Thinking of this, Renault secretly swore that he must not sit still!

Suddenly, a dazzling divine brilliance emanated from Renault's right hand, and the brilliance quickly sank into the body of the headless corpse. Under the purification of the divine attributes, beams of holy light that could be discerned from the corpse erupted from within the corpse. The Light soon filled the whole body.

This is Renault's rebellion, and when the corpse is all purified, the dagger in his hand dims, and it is no different from a normal weapon. It seems that the blow has exhausted all of its divine energy, and the durability of the weapon has become zero.