The zombies under the feet of the ink marks kept surging, like a tide, wave after wave, afraid to hit around this building. Ink Marks is not panicked, ordinary zombies are not much of a threat to him, and he can just climb to the top of the building and jump back.

Three huge black dots struck from the sky, and continued to enlarge in the pupils of the ink marks - the four-winged wyvern. Ordinary zombies are indeed no threat to him, and this advanced mutated creature can't be said. The three air lords let out a pleasant and piercing cry and flew one after another.

Ink marks immediately climbed into the building, at this time the traction arrow was difficult to pull out because it was inserted too deep, Ink marks kicked the wall with both legs, and leaned back hard, it was a pity that this arrow was thrown away like this, and it was still necessary to take it away. The four-winged wyvern drew closer, lifting a giant claw on its tail to cut through the ink. At this time, the ink mark pulled out the traction arrow and immediately fell. The giant claw of the four-winged wyvern slammed into the wall, and large pieces of masonry fell.

The black mist erupted from the ink mark, pushing him into a room.

Haven't had time to catch your breath yet.

Another four-winged wyvern crashed into it like a runaway truck.

The entire wall collapsed as it was slammed, and the ink marks were knocked out with the force of the impact. The ink marks rolled continuously, hitting the wall before stopping.

The four-winged wyvern was so large that it could only stick into one head, and it kept stretching its neck forward, opening its bloody mouth and spitting out a python-like tongue to devour the ink.

The inkmark stood against the wall, and the four-winged wyvern was just a small step away from touching it, but it couldn't move forward for another half a minute at this time. The ink mark calmly summoned the tentacles, divided and reassembled, turning into a huge scythe that fell like a guillotine.

"Click!"

The cervical spine and exoskeleton made a soft cracking sound almost at the same time. The four-winged wyvern stopped, its head hitting the ground, black blood pouring out. The deterioration of the black blood, the ink marks were foul and dirty.

Ink Marks reluctantly took off his clothes, and now he was about to start running naked again.

The remaining two four-winged wyverns, seeing that their companions were defeated, hurriedly dragged the corpses out. This time, the two four-winged wyverns stuck the giant claws on their tails in at the same time and went on a rampage. On the other hand, the ink marks, because of the limited space, cannot give full play to the advantages of the giant sickle, and cannot be cut at all. Forced to be helpless, Moji had no choice but to withdraw his tentacles, open the door, and prepare to retreat. At this time, the left eye of the ink mark appeared, and the back of the door was all densely packed with beating red dots. The retreat was also sealed.

Inkmark turned around, unloaded his bow and arrows, and placed them under a couch, deciding to break through head-on. The exoskeleton armor emerged from the body, the claws of the left hand were extended, and the tentacles were ready to attack, like spears, ready for battle.

'Boom!' Two giant claws strangled at the same time, one attacking from the left and the other from below. The ink mark jumped and dodged, and at the same time, the tentacles slammed into the wall, and the black mist exploded, ejecting the ink marks.

The ink marks slammed into the softest belly of a four-winged wyvern like a bullet out of the chamber. With the help of strong inertia, Inkmark's left hand stabbed into the abdomen of the four-winged wyvern. The abdomen was not the creature of the fatal point, and the ink marks immediately withdrew its hand and jumped backwards after wounding it. The four-winged wyvern was in pain, and the six spear-like legs in its stomach stabbed hard.

The ink marks fell rapidly, and they were about to fall to the ground in the next second. The zombies downstairs, with their hands outstretched, waited for the food to arrive.

How could the four-winged wyvern see the flesh from his mouth fly away? pounced directly, ready to use those six long legs to give him a hug. The tentacles on Inkmark's body stabbed into the wall, pulling Inkmark aside violently. The four-winged wyvern pounced in the air, and because it was chasing too quickly, it couldn't stop at all, it hit the ground, rolled a few times, and crashed into the upstairs, and then a huge billboard fell from the sky and smashed down, it struggled to crawl out of the ruins, fluttering its wings to fly, but the wings seemed to be broken, unable to drag its huge body, and could only roar hoarsely on the ground.

The last wyvern still didn't give up and chased after him. The black mist on the ink mark immediately burst out on his body, wrapping around his body, and the ink mark sped up and ran on the vertical wall.

As soon as the wyvern swooped down, when he saw this situation, he had to struggle to pull up, and was left behind by the ink marks. Inkmark turned his head to see that the distance had been widened. Then he did a backflip and fell from behind the Wyvern. The neck and back of the wyvern's head are exposed, and the ink marks exert force in the left hand, stabbing!

This thickness is beyond the imagination of the ink mark, and it is not at all as fragile as the tentacle scythe. Instead, the left hand was stuck in it and couldn't pull it out. The wyvern hissed incessantly, flipping through the air in an attempt to shake the ink mark off. Inkmark began to reassemble the tentacles, slicing the guy's head off. Sensing the danger, the Wyvern immediately flew close to the building, scraping the ink marks on the floor. Although the ink mark was wearing armor, he couldn't stand this kind of rubbing. The internal organs of the body are shaken as if they are misaligned.

It took a lot of effort to summon the Inkmark Scythe. Immediately cut off the wyvern's head. The wyvern, who had lost its head, fell violently, but the inkmark hand still did not pull it out. Seeing that it was about to land, Ink Marks gritted his teeth. With a swing of the scythe, he severed his left arm.

Then immediately turn on the black fog buffer.

"Bang!"

Ink marks fall onto the roof of a building.

Inkmark lay on the ground, turning his head to look at his severed arm. "It will grow later."

A blood blister had bulged out of the left arm and began to differentiate and repair.

The ink mark was made and sighed. When will such days end? After taking two steps, he stopped. Looking at the building under his feet, red dots emerged surrounded by red flames. There are people down there. Inkmark walked quickly to the rooftop, and the dense zombies gathered below. He was now in the middle of a sea of corpses. Scar looked down at the zombies below, wailing below, as if expressing regret for not being able to enter. He observed a moment of silence for three seconds. Keep watching.

All the cars were aimed in this direction, and it seemed that the place was for them to take refuge. It is estimated that there are quite a few people inside.

The style of the building is also out of place with its surroundings, with smooth walls, narrow windows, and huge ventilators...... Seems to have been purpose-built, this is a specialized shelter. Thankfully, the state is prepared. Since it is a special place, there is a liaison device that can communicate with the upper echelons and report that information!

Now it's time to think about how to go forward. But how can they trust me......