Chapter X

Get out of hand

It was just a blow, and the mutant zombie was directly split into two halves before it even had time to react. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info descended the spirit body to the traverser zombie in the mutated zombie corpse and completely experienced the feeling of death, although it was not his body, but the sharp pain that penetrated into the soul was something he could not avoid no matter what.

"Really...... Scary guy. How many hole cards did he have left unplayed. The traverser zombie endured the sharp pain emanating from his soul, and there was some confusion in the fear on his face.

That's a real instant kill. If it weren't for the fact that he just descended his consciousness and didn't fight in person, I'm afraid that his fate at this moment would definitely not be much better than that unlucky ghost who was about to break through to the third-level mutant zombie.

This feeling of powerlessness is something he has never felt since he crossed into this world, that feeling that he could die at any time, that kind of unparalleled frustration, even in the process of fighting the zombie ** who defeated him.

He suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have any hope for this battle at all, the gap was too great. Even if you continue to fight like this, it's just a waste of the zombie's life. Although he doesn't care about these cannon fodder who don't even have the most basic intelligence, but if he dies too much, it's not a big trouble, this is Wyoming, but there are not so many cannon fodder zombies for him to replenish the battle damage at any time, and even grow stronger.

Are those humans reincarnated or something like that? Suddenly, the refreshed traverser zombie seemed to feel like he had grabbed something crucial. Even if a normal traverser has a golden finger on his body, most of them will not make such a terrible noise. And those systems or something, most of them should focus on a certain aspect, these people are simply all-powerful, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the combat effectiveness as explosive. For this kind of hard bones that don't have much oil and water, he definitely doesn't want to continue gnawing.

Otherwise, simply retreat?

As soon as this idea appeared, it was like a weed blown by the spring breeze, and it could no longer be suppressed. There is an old saying that still makes a lot of sense, can't you hide if you can't provoke it? The brains of the traverser zombies began to run rapidly, trying to weigh the pros and cons of retreating.

Suddenly, the traverser whose spiritual power was attached to the rest of the zombies only felt a flash of red light in front of him, and a heat wave carrying a huge impact force had already thundered and knocked the zombies he possessed to the ground.

It was the day before the zombies arrived, and Genyoshitsune ordered the rest of the survivors to conceal a dozen gas canisters that he had gotten out of nowhere in a nearby building. Until this time suddenly detonated, a large number of metal fragments flew in a fan-shaped shape, and more than a dozen zombies were unlucky on the spot, and more zombies were ignited with the fat contained in their bodies, and turned into a moving humanoid torch on the spot.

Although these zombies will not die for a while, they have actually been sentenced to death when their bodies are ignited, but compared to the dozen or so unlucky people who died on the spot, they can still move for a while longer, that's all.

At this time, the besieged concrete building began to spray a large number of colorless liquids with a strange fragrance, and after coming into contact with the flames on the zombies, these liquids began to burn even more vigorously, and even some of the zombies that were relatively far behind and were not immediately ignited became a moving torch.

It's gasoline, and more than a little. Through the pupils of another controlled zombie, the traverser zombie who was observing everything on the front line understood that he couldn't go on like this, otherwise his losses would only be greater. Even if he kills these humans at that time, he will definitely not be able to make up for the losses he has suffered even so far.

But...... When he wanted to mobilize his subordinates to leave the bottomless pit that devoured the lives of zombies, the traverser zombie was horrified to find that his connection with his cannon fodder army had been quietly cut off by someone at some point, he could see, he could scold, and even escape by himself, but it was only like this, except for its original body, he was like a bystander, and he could no longer master the army that he was once proud of.

The zombies under his command, who were once more loyal than loyal dogs, began a frantic assault on the entire building without any reservations according to his previous orders, and the army he was equipped with was finally completely out of control.

"The main god, it must be the main god, only this big ball of light without any humanity can quietly cut off my brainwave control over the entire zombie group. Damn the big ball of light, if you want to increase the difficulty of those reincarnators, I welcome them with both hands and feet, but what does it matter to me that you increase the difficulty for them. Why use the troops I have worked so hard to accumulate as cannon fodder? The traverser zombie really wanted to cry without tears at the moment, and he had a premonition that maybe after this day, he would become a lonely man with few subordinates again.

Don't...... All of this was planned by that damn ball of light? Suddenly, after thinking of a small probability possibility, the traverser zombie suddenly understood everything.

No wonder I ended up in Wyoming, no wonder I couldn't remember why I made this inexplicable decision in the first place, and I didn't seem to be obsessed with the town in the first place......

Like a basin of cold water poured on his head, the more the traverser zombie thought about it, the more he began to feel afraid, his behavior had already been secretly guided by that damn big ball of light.

Perhaps, in the eyes of that kind of existence, he is just a speck of dust that is too light to be lighter, and a great existence like that high up will not deliberately put his energy on a small role like himself, so he just sent a reincarnation person over. And leading me here to fight with the reincarnators may be the actions of those who are handy.

Of course, it is also possible that all this is the work of the will of the world, which has been secretly observing. After all, for this world, both the reincarnation and the traverser are equivalent to the existence of the virus, and to a certain extent, the two viruses still cannot coexist peacefully with each other, in this case, it is better to create a small battlefield, so that the two can fight enough, whether it is the reincarnator or the traverser who wins in the end, there is no loss for the will of the world, but also cleans up some small reptiles that may make it "sick".

"It turns out that I have become a pawn in the hands of some beings who are destined to not be able to move freely?" The traverser zombie suddenly showed a terrifying smile. "In that case, then let you high-ranking beings see, chess pieces also have their own anger."

A large number of orders were quickly transmitted to the zombie group that was trying to move forward with his mental brain waves, and at his suggestion, the zombie group that had broken through the outermost steel gate was spread all over the entire floor, and after lingering in front of the blown stairs for a while, many zombies began to advance towards the upper level in a stacked arhat manner......