Three stout mutant werewolves were the first to emerge from the southeast of the town.

They bared their teeth and let out bursts of roars, their eyes flashed blue fierce light, and they locked on Yang Zheng, who was lying on the dirt slope a kilometer away.

Whew......

Suddenly, one of the werewolves in the middle let out a long roar, and suddenly, the three werewolves fell to the ground on all fours and rushed towards the dirt slope with great speed.

Yang Zheng, who was lying on the top of the dirt slope, had already aimed at them with Barrett.

Shrouded one of the fastest mutant werewolves in the front in the scope, Yang Zheng gently pulled the trigger.

Bang!!

As soon as the dull gunshot rang out, all of a sudden, Barrett's muzzle burst into flames, and in an instant, a line of fire struck the werewolf's head like lightning.

With a scream, the werewolf Barrett exploded in the head, killing him instantly.

The remaining two werewolves saw their companions suddenly fall to the ground, and they were furious and accelerated their forward speed.

Within a kilometer, Yang Zheng is still sure of dealing with a few werewolves.

Bang! Bang!!

There were two gunshots in a row, and there was no suspense, and the remaining two werewolves were all headshot by Barrett's heavy snipe in Yang Zheng's hands.

After killing the three mutant werewolves that first appeared in sight, Yang Zheng exhaled lightly, and then raised his vigilance again, focusing all his attention on the line of sight.

Next, as long as there are targets, Yang Zheng will snipe them at the first time.

Because, the biggest advantage of a sniper is that he can snipe enemies from a distance.

Therefore, for the sake of his own safety, he must not let any werewolf enter within two hundred meters of him, once they cross this distance, then his situation will be very passive and very dangerous.

Therefore, from this moment on, Yang Zheng focused on the sniper rifle wholeheartedly, as long as the werewolf entered Barrett's killing range, Yang Zheng would not hesitate to shoot.

I have to say that in terms of shooting, he still has a strong talent, which he himself has not discovered before.

Like when he first used Barrett, because he was not familiar with the performance of firearms, Yang Zheng would inevitably miss shots occasionally, but after a period of shooting practice, Yang Zheng learned more and more about Barrett, and he became more and more handy in using it.

Now, within a thousand meters, he can basically do it, kill a werewolf with one shot, even if he doesn't kill a single shot, with Barrett's terrifying lethality, it is enough to make those werewolves suffer heavy losses and be unable to move.

Whew......

Suddenly, several waves of mutant werewolves appeared in Yang Zheng's sight.

The number of werewolves that appeared this time was particularly large, at least dozens of them, and what made Yang Zheng even more troublesome was that these dozens of werewolves rushed out from five or six directions respectively, and then formed a distant encirclement, quickly rushing towards the dirt slope in the middle.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zheng's face became a little ugly.

Facing dozens of werewolves outflanking from all directions, no matter how brave his marksmanship was, he couldn't kill them all in a short time.

Moreover, when these werewolves are running at high speed, they are very fast, and it is estimated that Yang Zheng will have a dozen chances to shoot at most, and the remaining werewolves will rush to the bottom of the dirt slope.

Although there are more than 200 anti-variant mines buried under the soil slope, can these mines really help Yang Zheng tide over the difficulties? Yang Zheng himself is not sure about this.

"Damn, fight!"

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth violently, picked up Barrett's heavy sniper, and quickly aimed at the werewolves who rushed to the front.

Bang! Bang! Bang! ……

The dull sound of gunfire rang out in the dark and silent night sky.

Along with the sound of gunfire, there were bursts of beastly roars and screams.

In less than a minute, more than a dozen mutant werewolves who rushed to the front were shot in the head by Yang Zheng's Barrett on the spot.

However, at this time, Yang Zheng had already replaced the third Barrett heavy sniper.

Although Yang Zheng killed more than a dozen werewolves, the remaining thirty or so werewolves were completely enraged.

They run wildly, and they don't seem to tear apart the hateful humans on the breakthrough, and they won't give up!

Soon, on the left side of the dirt slope, several werewolves had already broken into the minefield deployed by Yang Zheng, and then, several waves of werewolves entered the minefield in several directions.

Bang!!

Suddenly, earth-shattering explosions sounded one after another around the dirt slope.

More than a dozen anti-mutant mines buried in the ground exploded into the earth, and more than a dozen werewolves who stepped on the mines were blown up on the spot and thrown everywhere.

For a while, the deafening sound of the explosion and the mournful roar of the werewolf resounded throughout the night sky, making people feel chilled and creepy all over the body.

Due to the protective interference of the minefield, the dozens of werewolves who rushed to the bottom of the hillside were all traumatized to a greater or lesser extent.

Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Yang Zheng quickly picked up a sniper rifle and specially selected those werewolves who were not very seriously injured, as for those werewolves whose limbs were blown off by mines, they were inconvenient to move, and their speed was greatly reduced, so Yang Zheng didn't have to rush to deal with them.

Soon, all the werewolves who rushed to the slope were all cleaned up by Yang Zheng one by one.

The remaining mutant werewolves who were injured by the explosion, they actually struggled to continue to move towards the hillside without fear of death, and suddenly, some mines were triggered, and after a burst of rumbling explosions, they were all dead, wounded, even if there was still a breath left, it was estimated that there was not much threat to Yang Zheng lying on the hillside.

Just when Yang Zheng picked up the sniper rifle and was about to kill all the seriously injured werewolves who were still breathing on the hillside.

Suddenly, a series of roars were heard again in the distance.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Zheng raised his eyes and found that around the town, more than a dozen waves of mutant werewolves had appeared again.

This time, the number of werewolves is very large, several times that of the previous ones.

Looking at the hundreds of mutant werewolves, like groups of tigers out of the cage, rushing to the hillside from all directions like a tsunami, Yang Zheng's face changed drastically, and there was a trace of unprecedented panic in his heart.

But this trace of panic flashed in Yang Zheng's heart!

Because, he clearly knows that in this extremely dangerous moment, tension and fear will not help him, and what he has to do now is to kill the werewolf with all his might.

Only by going all out can there be a glimmer of life tonight! Otherwise, you will surely die!

Bang! Bang! Bang! ……

The piercing gunshots rang out again like raindrops.

With each shot, a mutant werewolf who was running forward rolled and fell to the ground, either with a burst head or a huge bloody hole in his furry chest.

The remaining werewolves were furious at the continuous killing of their companions.

They can only keep accelerating, constantly charging towards the dirt slope in front of them, and they must rush up the dirt slope as fast as possible, and break the enemy into thousands of pieces.

Finally, after losing more than twenty of their companions, the werewolves rushed to the area around the dirt slope where Yang Zheng was, and at the same time, they also stepped into the minefield.

Suddenly, the sound of a rumbling explosion resounded in the night sky again.

This time, more mines were triggered, and there were more werewolves killed by the mines than just now.

However, due to the large number of werewolves attacking this time, under their frantic succession, more than 20 werewolves successfully crossed the minefield, rushed up the hillside with ferocity, and roared towards Yang Zheng dozens of meters away.

At this moment, Yang Zheng had already given up Barrett's heavy sniping, he was holding a sapper shovel in his hand, his eyes were gloomy looking at the several mutant werewolves who were about to rush to him, and roared loudly: "Come on, you dog-day aliens, Lao Tzu is not afraid of your ......"

In the roar, Yang Zheng's eyes flashed with a hint of determination, he did not retreat but advanced, carrying a sapper shovel, and fiercely facing the werewolf to kill.

Swish!!

The hard and sharp sapper shovel was lifted high by Yang Zheng, and with a flash of cold light in midair, it slashed at the head of a murderous werewolf who pounced in front of him.

Whew......

The werewolf let out a heart-rending scream, and half of his head was cut off by Yang Zheng on the spot.

Before its corpse could fall to the ground, immediately after, in front of and behind Yang Zheng, three furious mutant werewolves rushed out one after another.

The three werewolves lunged towards Yang Zheng almost at the same time, trying to tear him to pieces. At the same time, behind them, there were more than a dozen other mutant werewolves, which continued to rush up the hillside.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zheng knew that he would definitely die tonight, and he fought to the end with blood, fighting one by one.

He picked up the sapper shovel and slashed in all directions with great speed, and in an instant, all the mutant werewolves who besieged him were all slashed by him, and one of them had his arm cut off.

Fishy dark blue blood flew everywhere, splashing Yang Zheng's face.

With the help of X-90 in his body, Yang Zheng's speed and strength at this time were extremely strong, although the mutant werewolves were ferocious, in the face of the sapper shovel in Yang Zheng's hand, they were also chopped down for a while, and they suffered heavy injuries again and again.

Suddenly, they roared and roared angrily, and the siege became more and more crazy.

But soon, as more and more werewolves joined the battle group, Yang Zheng's situation became grim.

The sapper shovel had already collapsed and lost its blade, and Yang Zheng was under the siege and scrambling of seven or eight werewolves, and his body was hammered again and again, especially in many places such as shoulders, arms, and heads, and was bitten by several fierce werewolves.

Fortunately, he has the X-90 variant gene protector, otherwise, he would have been torn to pieces long ago if he were an ordinary person.

The consumption of defense is getting bigger and bigger, and the energy provided in his body is getting less and less, and slowly, Yang Zheng has gradually lost the strength to fight back, and was smashed to the ground by several extremely tall werewolves.

Rumble!!

There was a dull giant, and the ground was smashed into a small crater several feet square.

Yang Zheng struggled to lie in the pit, and the severe pain made his face begin to distort.

At this time, he was horrified to find that the metallic liquid that defended the surface of his skin had begun to show signs of gradually dissipating.

"Roar!"

A red-haired werewolf who seemed to be a wolf, its eyes flashed with bloodthirsty and cold light, and slowly walked to Yang Zheng's side, and at the same time, many mutant werewolves next to him saw the red-haired werewolf appear, and they all stepped back and made room for it.

The red-haired werewolf looked at Yang Zheng lying in the pit, a strange sneer flashed in his ferocious eyes, and then, it suddenly opened its bloody mouth and let out a thrilling roar towards Yang Zheng, and then lifted Yang Zheng from the pit, ready to bite his head hard.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zheng secretly laughed at himself: "Hehe...... It's really dead this time......"

Just when Yang Zheng fell into despair and felt that he was going to die.

"Buzz! ……”

Suddenly, a shrieking humming sound like sharp metal cutting through the air sounded mysteriously and strangely in the dark and silent night sky.

Suddenly, dozens of mutant werewolves who rushed up the dirt slope shook their bodies, and all the hair on their bodies exploded. Especially the red-haired werewolf, who threw Yang Zheng to the ground violently, and let out a terrible roar at the boundless darkness of the night in front of him.

Roar!

Roar!

Whew!! ……

Suddenly, a black figure, like a pitch-black lightning, shot from afar, so fast that it was impossible to describe in words.

Shout!!!

The sharp and piercing sound of breaking wind was originally hundreds of meters away, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to have come to the ear.

Suddenly, the wind stopped, and the howls of the werewolves stopped...... Everything seemed to stand still in an instant......

Yang Zheng's face changed, and he looked up hard to look out, and suddenly, he was stunned!

I saw that all the mutant werewolves present, including the red-haired wolf, all stayed motionless, like a frozen statue.

Syllable!!

A sound like a long sword entering the sheath suddenly pierced the night sky, and suddenly, a scene that Yang Zheng would never forget appeared.

Forty-eight mutant werewolves, forty-eight huge and hideous heads, in an instant, all fell to the ground, and for a while, dozens of blue blood blood splattered into the sky, and the air was instantly filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.

Suddenly, a strange figure that seemed to be shrouded in darkness appeared in front of Yang Zheng without any warning, and then, an extremely cold voice came into Yang Zheng's ears. "You're not the king?"

Hearing this, Yang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "You...... Are you the 'messenger of darkness' among the Seventy-two Apostles? ”

The dark figure was silent for a moment, and said coldly, "Who are you?" Why do you have a king's communicator? ”

"So he mistook me for a king?"

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng's heart moved, he struggled to sit up, put on a Bruce Lee signature move, and said with a serious expression: "Ahh......h I am the king's own apostle number seventy-three, codename: Long Aotian! ……”

Before Yang Zheng finished speaking, with a "swish", there was a pitch-black sharp cold blade, which was lightning against his throat. The dark figure said in a cold voice, "Your sense of humor is a provocation to me!" I never talk nonsense to people and answer my questions! ”

Being held against his throat by a strange and cold blade, anyone would feel uncomfortable, Yang Zheng's face stiffened, and he smiled awkwardly: "Brother Night, open ...... Just kidding, why take it seriously! Would you like to get this thing off my neck? ”

"How do you have the King's communicator?"

"He saw that I had a wonderful skeleton, so he gave it to me."

"Where is the king?"

"How did I know that the last time he gave me these things was a year ago."

Hearing this, the strange figure in the dark night suddenly fell silent, and after a long time, he muttered: "It's been a year, I've been looking for the king for a whole year......"

Suddenly, the strange figure in the darkness didn't continue to pay attention to Yang Zheng on the ground, turned around and left without looking back.

Seeing this, Yang Zheng hurriedly shouted at his back: "Hey! Brother Night, let's finally meet, sit down and talk, let me know what is going on? ”

The dark figure said coldly: "No time! ”

"Brother, don't go, let's team up to farm monsters together, with your skills and my super high IQ, we will definitely be able to live a very nourishing life." Hey, hey...... I'll be serious with you, I have a lot of arms and weapons, I have heavy machine guns, sniper rifles, and aircraft artillery, so let's ...... together."

"I don't need to!"

As the last voice came, the figure in the darkness completely disappeared into the vast night.

Looking at the dark back that disappeared, Yang Zheng was very unhappy. "Damn, everyone is a 72 apostle, what are you holding in your mouth, if it weren't for the fact that you just saved my life, Lao Tzu wouldn't have ...... you"