Virus spores fall from the sky, and every bullet fired forward is a stone into the lake, which does not stir up too many waves, and everyone who tries to block the trajectory with their body will mutate the moment they get close to the spores, forget their mission, and turn around to nibble on their former comrades.

Is that all there is to it?

All the capable people who held their positions were like deflated balloons at this time, tears swirling in their eyes, and they lost the motivation to destroy the zombies in front of them.

Who's going to save the civilians......

Despair, fear, helplessness......

Until, a gust of wind, blowing......

The unshakable virus spores exploded in the air as if they had hit a wall.

Then, a hurricane knocked the foul-smelling virus liquid back into Wyvern's body.

The corrosive liquid carried in the virus spores is indistinguishable from friend and foe, and it is also corroding the flying dragon flying in the sky at this time, but what really makes the flying dragon uncomfortable is not the corrosive liquid, but the person standing in the town hall of the dragon camp.

The one who created the hurricane, the ability to do it with his bare hands.

"Punch better than wind, it's Mr. Cui! Mr. Choi is back! We are saved!! ”

Cheers from nowhere.

Suddenly, the entire camp was jubilant, the 10 strongest abilities in the whole human race, the seventh of the ten gods, the most perfect inheritor of martial arts in the old world, and the one with the ability to evolve: Mr. Cui.

"Roar!!"

Iron Hand, who was blocked from eating, looked angrily at Mr. Cui, who had sharp eyes, and his weight-bearing body jumped forward, causing a big tremor. Hands made of steel slammed into the town hall as if the whole world was trembling.

Mr. Cui's thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he jumped down from the top of the towering city hall with great lightness.

Tie Shou was optimistic about the opportunity, thinking that Mr. Cui had beaten it down by himself, and immediately set up a heavy cannon. With a loud bang, the red-hot steel burst out through the air, rushing towards Mr. Cui.

Mr. Cui turned his hands into palms, posed in the air in a Tai Chi posture, pulled out thousands of catties in four or two, did not even touch the steel, just stirred the surrounding air to change the trajectory of the cannonball, and shot directly at the two-headed flying dragon watching the play on the side.

The wyvern's flexible body easily dodged the steel that had been slowed down, but he was still enraged by Mr. Cui's actions, and prepared to squirt a mouthful of thick, virus-rich slime, in a vain attempt to directly cover all those who were resisting the invasion underground.

The top of the town hall suddenly lit up, as if a coin had been reflected, and it was inconspicuous in the roar of all kinds of artillery fire.

However, at the same time, an arrow with a bomb strapped to the Wyvern's venom gland suddenly appeared in the wyvern's venom gland, and no one knew what it was on the wyvern's venom gland.

All I know is that there is explosives tied to it that can instantly blow up a very hard castle to ashes. Moreover, it is about to detonate.

The wyvern in the sky suddenly inflated like an inflated balloon, and then exploded.

It sounded like the sound of a water balloon exploding on the ground, and when the deadly venom was scattered in the air, there was a sudden white light.

The cannonballs fired by the Iron Hand, which rose to the highest point and began to land, suddenly exploded as they approached the venom, and the blazing heat ignited all the venom in an instant.

When the terrifying liquid fell to the ground, all that was left was the rancid black slime.

After the virus is cooked, it all loses its virulence.

Losing the venom that had been accumulated for a long time, the wyvern, who had barely survived, instantly lost his mind and swooped down towards Mr. Cui, who was grappling with the iron hand.

At this time, everyone found out that the actual size of this flying dragon was actually half the size of the iron hand, and it also belonged to the category of powerful after all in the special mutants.

Another white light.

Iron Hand, who was originally on a par with Mr. Cui, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his Achilles' heel. However, I just don't know who is attacking me!

The aggrieved and angry Iron Hand raised his head and looked around, but because of this, he gave Mr. Cui the opportunity to use his body to skillfully avoid the attack of the flying dragon, and gave Iron Hand a heavy blow to the head with his backhand.

"Mr. Cui, knife!"

The seriously injured capable person threw the serrated knife in his hand at Mr. Cui, and Mr. Cui took it, jumped up from the embarrassment of the flying dragon, and swung another knife at the head of the iron hand.

Mr. Cui, who was holding a knife, was like a tiger, and one punch only knocked the iron hand into the clouds, and a knife directly smashed the defensive steel that the iron hand was proud of.

This was followed by a bullet that hit the back of Iron Hand's broken head, stirring the bones in Iron Hand's neck.

It has to be said that the vitality of the infected person is completely superior to that of ordinary humans, even if they are hit in the Achilles heel, the huge iron hand still stands straight after a stumble.

This was followed by another shot.

Walk through the gap in the back of the iron hand's head and drive straight in, stopping at the closest point to the bone.

Burst!

Blue blood spilled all over the ground, and the iron hand, which had been invincible a few minutes ago, was now as quiet as a statue, and the blazing cannon on his shoulder slowly lost its temperature......

"The Iron Hand is out!!"

The sharp-eyed survivors immediately discovered the fact that the Iron Hand had been eliminated, and one after another reveled in revelry, all the excitement turned into combat power at this moment, blocking the endless tide of corpses in front of them.

The Wyvern, who had lost the poison sac, was not even a high-level infected, and had already quietly flown away when everyone was immersed in the cheers of the death of the Iron Hand.

Although the seriously injured Wyvern is weak, with the recovery ability of the special mutant, it will become a threat to the entire camp in less than three days.

Naturally, you can't stay.

I didn't hear the gunshot, as if it was a bullet fired from another world, directly hitting the most lethal head of the wyvern.

One hit, one kill!

As the body of the flying dragon fell like a broken cardboard, Mr. Cui swung his knife with both hands, and with a single blow, he forced the zombies who were about to break through the defense line back several meters.

At this moment, on the forgotten town hall, a man lifted the cloak that covered his body, revealing a thin but powerful body.

The cloak that changed its position became exactly the same as its surroundings in an instant, and even if you looked closely, it was difficult for anyone to find a cloak that blended in with the environment.

It's not just a picture, it's completely hidden from smell and heat!

The owner of the cloak patted the dust on his body casually, and his fingers were filled with thick calluses, I don't know if it was tens of thousands of triggers to have such thick calluses.

Gently put down the sniper rifle in his hand, and the exaggerated bazooka lay quietly not far away, ready to bomb the zombies all over the ground.

Now, here's your chance.

One person, one cannon, directly hold a defensive point that is about to be breached.

The abilities who were originally holding on to the defense point were all interested in supporting other defense points at this time, because although they couldn't see it, they knew very well that it was the sniper in the Long camp who was as famous as Mr. Cui in their defense.

The ghost, the fourth of the ten gods and the second of all sniper evolutionaries, can always quietly make the opponent's head bloom, second only to the monster that enters.

Beside the ghost, a figure slowly walked out.

The ghost easily loaded dozens of kilograms of shells into the bazooka, and shot them in one direction seemingly at random, and countless powerful and excited zombies rose like smoke and dust.

"Boss, you go and rest, let everyone see you like this will affect morale."

The ghost's voice was a little hoarse, and when I heard it, I realized that it was a middle-aged man's voice.

Those who participated in that battle were not too young.

"I'm just here watching, not going out."

The male voice beside the ghost was as thick as thunder, but now he was a little tired.

Blood, drop by drop, was left from the broken arm.

On the bloody rifts, countless claw marks were shocking.

"Mr. Dragon......"

Cui, who fought his way out of the bloody road, was slightly injured, came back to rest, and found that Long Hua came out of the shadows, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

This seriously injured man is the legend of the top ten gods, the first person to kill the ability of a special infected body alone, and the supreme commander who survived the infection war.

But in this state, it is fortunate to save his life.

"The Long Clan's camp was brought up by our three veterans, no matter who has a problem, it won't look good if it spreads, let alone your ......"

"Now there is no peace between camps and camps as in the past, and there are many people who snoop on the title of the first camp."

Under the persuasion of the ghost and Cui, Long Hua silently looked at the scene in front of him.

Although it was still extremely tragic, the corpse tide that was gradually coming to an end no longer had the ability to break through the Dragon Clan's defense. The unconscious zombies don't know the tactics of turning around and killing them by surprise.

It's just that some are just getting started......

"Is Long Jinsoft back?"

Long Hua asked, in this last days, only the sister of Soft is his only relative.

"She didn't come back, although she was contacted, but now all routes to her camp have been cut off, and if we forcibly bring it back, we can't afford that loss."

The inheritor who was hit by the Iron Hand cannon fire used the bunker prepared in advance to barely save his life, but the communication device was completely unusable, and it could only be said that the news of the corpse tide had been conveyed to Softsoft.

As for whether she can stand it up, it can only depend on her own creation.

Long Hua sighed deeply and slowly walked into the deepest part of the infirmary as the corpse tide came to an end......