At some point, Renault walked into the darkness again with his two-handed greatsword, and a group of skeletal soldiers swung their sharp bone blades connected to the bone arms, surrounding Renault. There was another cacophony of metal clashes and broken bones, and Renault continued to walk with a determined pace, and behind him, there were broken bones rolling to the ground. The skeleton soldiers, who were supposed to be powerful, were so vulnerable in front of Renault.

"Ah......h

What will it be this time? Green zombies? Or a carrion? Or is it a zombie? It's all the same for Renault, just swing your twin swords and turn all the undead monsters into real undead.

It's a zombie!

Once they look like each other, Renault can be sure that it will be another battle without suspense.

Compared to the rough-skinned and thick-skinned zombies, the zombies are thin and thin, and there is no poisonous smell of rotting corpses, compared to the movement of zombies is more flexible and agile, of course, for Renault at full speed, they are still like turtles crawling.

It's just that the zombies faced this time are a little different from before. First of all, they didn't pounce on Renault with their teeth and claws, nor did they rely on their numerical superiority to slowly surround him. On the contrary, they ignored Renault's arrival. Facing Renault with his blue, bluish shriveled back and the "face" with a distorted expression full of pain facing the darkness, could it be that there is something hidden in the darkness that attracts them more than Renault?

Suddenly there was a scream in the darkness, it was the cry of a living human, could it be that there was a player there?

The afterglow of the swinging torch spread out into the darkness as Renault advanced, and the surrounding rock walls absorbed the flickering light and illuminated themselves, and the player who had been overwhelmed by the darkness gradually appeared in front of him.

It was a tall, thin man with black metal glasses, and his frightened gaze looked helplessly through the bloodstained resin lenses, one by one, with their mouths wide open, and they had no armor, not even the cheapest cloth armor. He was wearing a white shirt with a silk tie on it, and of course the clothes were already stained red with blood and countless tear marks.

He looks like a player, and he is clearly an urban white-collar worker. It is a miracle that he can support himself under the siege of zombies when he is unarmed.

How could it be him! Renault was abrupt, he never expected that he would be in purgatory mode, and the other party was still naked and fighting zombies.

At this time, the white-collar worker finally discovered Renault's existence, and his almost desperate eyes suddenly burned with a flame of hope.

"Help me, Renault! For God's sake! A hoarse cry echoed through the narrow corridor with a cloud of blood foam.

Renault didn't say a word, and the huge weapon ravaged quickly and repeatedly on the zombie's seemingly thin but actually resilient body, each dance bringing up a few pieces of stinking carrion. Renault turned a blind eye to this, as if he had slashed not a terrible zombie, but a wooden target in the shape of a human. Having experienced many battles of life and death, he has sharpened his will to be extremely strong. The current Renault is no longer a fledgling yellow-haired erection, if it is put into reality, his courage is not inferior to any martial arts hero praised in history books throughout the ages. What's more, the level setting of zombies is only 20, and the strength is still a lot worse than the green zombies that Renault encountered at the beginning. The tenacious carrion tissue may be a headache for many players, but for Renault, who has killed countless undead monsters, their weaknesses have long been in the chest.

The heavy blade of the sword sliced through the zombie's strong neck tissue in the first blow, severed its metal-strength neck bone in the second blow, and after the third blow, the zombie became a veritable headless corpse. Losing the control of the link brain center, the headless zombie began to wave its disgusting claws aimlessly, such a state in Renault's opinion is simply full of flaws, as long as a few simple mending knives are added, the zombie's HP will quickly fall to zero.

At the level of Zombie 20, they are not terrible, and their damage and defense are much lower than those of monsters of the same level, and they cannot be compared to the intermediate undead, and even the green zombies are inferior. Their only advantage is maneuverability, which is not significant for Renault at full speed. However, no matter how weak the undead are, once they are formed in numbers, they will pose a great threat to players. What's more, because of the effect of level suppression, the other lone mid-level undead are not as threatening as the more than twenty zombies in front of them.

No matter how weak the zombie is, he will have to suffer five blows before he dies under Renault's damaging blade, and it is impossible for Renault to end the battle by going on a rampage. While carefully attracting the hatred of the zombies, he skillfully lured the first zombie away from the colony, and once he opened the distance, Renault quickly turned around and swung his sword, and with a few strokes, he simply ended the lone one. With this sensible tactic, it was only a matter of time before the zombies were destroyed, and the only thing that worried Renault was whether his friends would be able to support him.

Finally, the head of a zombie flew away from its rotting and smelling torso.

Before Renault could stop the bleeding from the wound, he withdrew his sword in both hands, took the bandage and prepared to stop the bleeding and bandage the white-collar wounded.

"Crodis, why are you here?" With the doubt in his heart, Renaud picked up the white-collar young man who had collapsed and fell to the ground, the faint light that naturally emitted from the four walls shone on Claudius's long, thin and thin face, the black and shiny hair was covered by a shawl, and the beautiful facial contours were all proof of Chinese ancestry, but the pair of silver-white eyebrows revealed his true identity as a half-breed.

He is Renault's best friend, a childhood friend, and the editor-in-chief of the magazine "Game Times".

Hearing the call, Claudius, who was already in a semi-state of shock, struggled to open his dull, cloudy eyes, which were full of fear. The slightly open lips made a faint inaudible sound, and only by bringing his ears close to his lips did Renault barely hear a few staccato words: "Help...... Save...... I ......"

Renault hopes that his best friend, who grew up together, can survive, but with his current level, he can't spy on the player's HP and can't know his best friend's current status. The hands that hugged his best friend's body clearly felt that his body temperature was dropping sharply.

Could it be some kind of persistent toxin damage? But it is clear that all the zombies are judged to be dead, and the toxins should also be gone. Also, Krodis Weishenme will appear in the horrific Purgatory mode?

Renault always thought he was the only victim. And the weishenme on the best friend's body is completely different from the other players in the game, so it doesn't matter.

Questions welled up in Renault's thoughts, and I am afraid that these questions will not be answered until his friend recovers.

Just as he was about to put a blood bandage on Crodis, his best friend, who was muttering to himself, suddenly stared at him, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with horror: "Kill...... Kill me...... I've been poisoned by corpses, and I don't want to be like them. ”

Renaud was a little overwhelmed, not understanding what weishenme would say that, could it be that his best friend was completely crazy because of the terrifying atmosphere here?

In reality, if you are poisoned by some special substances, you will gradually become confused and talk nonsense. Renault doesn't know if the same happens in Shin Dimension Shijie. Regardless, Crodis's condition became less and less optimistic, especially his forehead, which was burned red from fever.

When he was trying to figure out a way, an inhuman shout suddenly sounded in his ears. Immediately afterwards, Claudius's handsome face, which was rich in Eastern and Western characteristics, was mutated. The smooth skin grew a stubble of black plush, and the wounds torn by the zombies were filled with an unknown substance the size of an earthworm spitting out and wriggling, and the handsome face was distorted to the point that it was not human-shaped.

Renault was completely shocked by the mutation that was happening in front of him. A living person turned into a zombie in the blink of an eye. What he couldn't accept the most was the desperate and helpless gaze of his best friend, which pierced his heart deeply.

Renault hated himself for being so incompetent, unable to do anything about his best friend's unrecognizable face.

"Kill me......" Claudius, who was still conscious, repeated, but Renault couldn't do it. More than 20 years of friendship is not something that can be easily broken.

He watched silently, the two-handed sword that he had instinctively summoned before fell weakly from his hand, and with the support of the tip of the sword and the ground, the hilt had not completely fallen off his bluff palm.

Finally, Crodis completely transformed into a zombie at the moment of Zuihou. The bulging carrion tissue ripped through the elaborate shirt, and the sharp nails of the five protruding fingers unconsciously scratched at Renault, and the mouth whimpered like a wail, it was an inhuman moan.

Even though he had already slashed more than twenty zombies, Renault actually felt a chill go straight to his heart. It's one thing to kill the procedural monsters created by the game Shijie, but it's another thing to face the zombies that your former best friends have turned into.

Renaud is a taciturn person, focusing on his career on weekdays, and he is not very handy in dealing with interpersonal relationships, and there are few friends who can really be called him. Claudius was one of his few friends, and the one he was most closely to. Now tell him to kill the killer, like slashing zombies created by other systems, Renault can't do it anyway.

Step by step, in exchange for the disappearance of Crodis Zuihou's consciousness. When the mind is completely replaced by the instinct of the zombie, eating flesh is the only covet for his survival. Claudius opened his corpse arms, which had become particularly thick after his alienation, and pounced on Renault with agility beyond that of other kinds.