Three ferocious sub-species crouched downstairs in the shelter, one of them carrying a dangerous plasma cutter on its arm, and the other two with giant bony claws up to a meter long.

They tilted their heads like predatory beasts, as if they were sniffing something, and according to their destructive power, these three sub-generations could turn the entire sanctuary into a pile of ruins in less than ten minutes.

The barren cold wind swept through the parking lot in the dead of night, and the next generation was immediately alert.

In the dark night, two red dots were particularly eye-catching, one was the plasma cutter in the hands of the sub-breeder, and the other was the pair of blood-red eyes.

The three sub-species turned their heads at the same time and saw the emaciated figure not far behind them.

Any superfluous thinking is a waste of time for these sub-species, they have a super-advanced mutation that is unique on Earth, and even the Tomb Keeper is not necessarily their opponent, and natural force is the best way to solve all problems when encountering enemies.

This time was no exception, and since the figure behind them gave them a bad feeling, it would be better to rely on pure violence to solve the problem.

The subordinate species with the plasma cutter erupted on the spot, firing out like a bullet, the cutter on its arm cut a red light path seven or eight meters long in the air, the speed and accuracy of its surprise attack were just right, the plasma cutter and the weapon of the tall and thin figure sparked a burst of bright sparks, but after this raid, the person was gone.

A few seconds later, the figure hit the ground, and the second sub-species burst forward, its giant claws cutting three white trails in the air, making a sound like a jet flying low.

But what is incredible is that the emaciated figure actually greeted him directly, you must know that the arms of the second generation are thicker than his whole person, as if he was holding a short branch to hit a solid steel pipe, but he did it, this thin guy with a gray-black shroud wrapped all over his body and only revealing two blood-red pupils blocked the second generation that was advancing at full speed with his flesh!

The man was holding a blue-gray hunting knife about a meter long, but it had a strange shape like a shark's silhouette, and it didn't look like a special magic bonus or charm, but more like a strange-shaped toy in the hands of a child.

After this guy blocked the giant claws of the sub-species with the hunting knife in his hand, he directly jumped out of the bite range of the sub-species with a backflip, and the fangs of the sub-species pierced the place where he was standing just now, and the saliva thrown out splashed on the ground.

The figure took advantage of the fact that the next generation species had not yet reacted, and launched the next round of raids, the second generation species didn't seem to expect the opponent's speed to be so fast, he just rolled back to dodge the fang's attack, shouldn't it be the first time to stabilize the center of gravity before launching a surprise attack?

The figure was faster than they expected, and by the time it could react, its hunting knife had pierced through its chest, and its breastplate and muscles, which could resist the heavy weapons of the counter-weapon, were easily pierced by the strangely shaped hunting knife.

The most terrifying thing is that its wounds are blackening and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a plant entering the dead of winter.

It roared angrily, and the virus all over its body became irritable, and the ultra-high-speed self-healing speed began to conflict with the withering speed of the wound, and it suppressed the withering speed of the wound for a while.

The other two sub-species also launched an attack at the same time, the plasma cutter made a piercing "buzzing" sound in the air, such an attack is estimated that there are few materials on the earth that can block it, and the figure seems to know the power of this weapon, and when the sub-generation species pounces, it disappears in place again.

The second-generation species is at the highest level of mutation among all zombies, with the fastest speed, the highest defense and the strongest attack and destructive power, just in terms of speed, even those pure speed mutant zombies with wings are difficult to match them, their explosive power is so strong that they can even jump from a tall building to stop a high-flying plane, but it is just as fast as the branch-like emaciated guy in front of him.

But that guy also seems to have made a strategic mistake, he has just dodged the joint attack of the two sub-species, but there is still a sub-generation on the side ready to attack, waiting for him to appear, sure enough, as soon as he appeared, the third sub-species roared and pounced, the figure couldn't dodge, so he had to raise his knife to block, and once again carried the hammer-like impact of the sub-generation with his thin body.

And the most incredible thing for the next generation is that he blocked it with one hand this time!

The creature pinned the hunting knife between its claws, and then pulled out a long dagger with a mysterious pattern engraved into it from the gap in the shroud on his body with his other hand.

Seeing that their companions were in danger, the two sub-generations in the back flew over again, and the figure seemed to have no entity, holding a dagger and passing directly through the body of the sub-species, leaving a penetrating wound on the chest of the sub-species again.

The three sub-breeds collided together and rolled a few meters in their arms, and then climbed off their companions' bodies.

The figure was much faster than theirs, and although it was thin, it had a completely unnatural toughness, and its speed could even rival that of their master, that is, desolation.

The three sub-generations began to circle around the figure as if they were confronting each other, and the figure stood in the center of their encirclement, holding the hunting knife in one hand and the dagger in the other, completely unable to see his next move.

The intelligence and strategy of the three sub-species began to show, they slowly stood in a triangle, launched a no-blind attack from three angles, and their attack method was extremely perfect, one giant claw sub-species rushed against the ground, the other sub-species with an ion cutter pounced from a low altitude, and the other giant claw sub-species jumped from a high altitude.

The figure didn't expect these three monsters to attack like this at all, their speed was too fast, even if there was a big gap left during the period, but the gap was fleeting, and there was no way to escape.

The figure wanted to escape from the hunting array of the sub-generation species from the air, but he just jumped into the arms of the sub-generation species with the plasma cutter, which was everyone's weakness in the air state, he didn't have time to turn in the air, let alone dodge, he could only watch the bright red plasma cutter stab into his chest.

When the three sub-species landed, the sub-species also held the figure in its arms, and the figure still had the hot plasma cutter stuck in its chest.

The ultra-high temperature cutter burned the shroud around the figure, revealing the scarred gray-black skin inside.

The next generation was shocked, and slowly pulled the plasma cutter out of the figure's chest, they didn't expect that the figure in front of them was also an infected body!

If it's the same kind, or the same kind with such a perfect degree of mutation, why kill each other?

But what the next generation didn't expect was that after the plasma cutter was pulled out, the shroud on the guy's body actually healed on its own, and it seemed to be a living thing, not a simple shroud; The figure let out a low roar, and a phantom pierced through the subspecies, slashing off its right arm with the plasma cutter.

The figure didn't give them a chance to fight back, and after cutting off the right arm of the subspecies, it turned into a phantom and charged at the other two subspecies, the phantom passed through their bodies almost simultaneously, and their right claws fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

The three sub-species roared, and the virus in their bodies wailed, and the self-healing power that occupied the top position among all the infected began to fight against the rate at which the wound withered, which also made them lose their original combat effectiveness.

The subordinate species with the plasma cutter roared to the sky, and the virus in its body even broke through the skin, rushing out of the body like a wild snake and struggling.

Its severed right arm began to be surrounded by the virus, which increased its self-healing power a hundredfold, its ability to regenerate began to outpace the decay of the wound, and new limbs began to grow from the wound.

But the new limbs are really funny to look at, probably overflowing self-healing power can hardly compete with the withering speed, its newly grown arms are not much different from human arms, and its big arms are still so thick, and the lower arms are like stunted growth.

A few hoarse laughs rang out from under the shroud of the figure.

The three sub-species roared at the same time and pounced on the figure, which vanished out of thin air, and they pounced on it again.

"Come back, my boys, and say don't stay out too long." A hoarse voice can be heard from the mechanism at the head of a subspecies.

It seems that the desolation is going to call them back.

The three sub-breeds roared again, as if unwilling to accept the failure of this operation, and once again resorted to the old trick; They stood in a triangle, centering the figure, and pounced on the figure from three points in the air, but this time their attack slowed down significantly, and the figure easily slipped through the gap they left behind.

As the three of them were in a straight line in the air, a figure suddenly appeared above them, and the cyan hunting knife shot down from the air, piercing their bodies and sticking them to the ground.

After the second-generation species landed, they stumbled a few times and rushed towards the entrance of the community.

"No one can escape from my hands...... the figure whispered, and the shroud burst open, and the fabric began to fly like a witch's cloak towards the sub-species, who had already run out of the neighborhood, and the cloth was in pursuit......