In Cesar's eyes: Rousseau stood in place, magically conjured a book, then chipped in a very tugging way to chant something unclear, and finally waved his hand out of thin air. There were no VFX, no changes, no energy fluctuations, no ghost howls...... The first qiē is so bland, as if nothing has happened, and only one middle two is performing without shame.

"It's done!" As Rousseau's words fell, the zombies who were crowded in the warehouse and frantically counterattacked suddenly became chaotic. Due to the sheer number of them, these guys suddenly pushed and fought together, while others ignored the attack and bowed their heads to devour the corpses of their comrades, which greatly reduced the pressure on Cesar's minions.

At this time, Byron no longer attacked with weapons, but held the two launched bazookas with both hands, swung his arms alternately, and pulled out the black afterimage, rubbing a whirring whistling sound in the air, breaking the bones and tendons of the zombies in front of him, and one zombie after another was like a powerless little chick, pinched to death by him one by one. Even if there is no headshot, it can beat these monsters into an extremely abstract appearance and completely lose their attack power.

"I just directed a person to observe the enemy who was sneaking up on us. Rousseau closed the confession, dodged into Rita's domain, and opened his mouth to report.

"Oh, who's the opponent, what's the situation over there?" asked Cesara, perking up. This attack came so suddenly that he could only be trapped, and now that he had begun to think about a counteroffensive, Rousseau's intelligence naturally attached great importance to it.

"In this direction, two streets away, the enemy is menacing, and they are still constantly creating this undead monster, about a thousand or so. In addition to this, there was an ambush of a firearms team of a hundred people, which had stopped shooting. Resting. There were also several container trucks, which presumably contained very dangerous weapons. The leader of the enemy stood on top of a double-decker bus and was directing the battle. Rousseau said truthfully.

"Can you then accuse the puppet of attacking and killing that leader?" asked Cesar.

"No, twenty seconds after I came, he couldn't hold it and passed out. And the guy who can be accused by me. Extremely low strength and incapable of delivering lethal attacks. Rousseau shook his head.

"It's a shame that you can't be a general!"

"Young Master, how are you going to fight?" The number of zombies in front of her was so large that Rita couldn't help but send a magic cannon that blew up a circular passage.

"I've almost guessed what's in that container? The other party must be someone from Zero Ring, take us as the object of product inspection, and don't give them some color to see, how will I get a foothold on the black blanket in the future? Milk, stop playing. Kill me and smash the enemy's nest. ”

Cesar broke his fists and opened the realm directly. The air within ten meters of him suddenly twisted, countless green mist poured out from the spatial cracks, and then one after another piranhas suspended in the void drilled out of it, these small fish with a metallic luster formed a whirlpool, and began to spin wildly, smashing the zombies around them with their blade-sharp bodies. Whip them into minced meat and roll them into a bloody swamp.

"I'm a failure, the boss! In the end, I have to do it myself!" Cesar rushed out with a gloomy face, beckoning a few of his men to join him.

"Don't be discouraged, the monsters released by the enemy are obviously used to clean up the miscellaneous soldiers, and your subordinates are too low, which can't be blamed on you. Rita reassured.

"yes, it's a bunch of garbage that doesn't survive the dawn. But the word 'cannon fodder' has been brought to the limit, and the Ring of Zero is really powerful. Looking at the zombies who were not afraid of death, and then at the minions who were compressed into a small piece, Cesar couldn't help but sigh.

"Young master, are you going to abandon my men?" saw Cesar open the realm and rushed out. Obviously not going to deal with this group of minions anymore, and preparing to single-handedly kill the enemy, Byron said urgently. Cesar had no feelings for these minions, but he had spent all his energy picking them out one by one. If Cesar leaves, these guys will have no choice but to die.

"You have also seen that there is no end to this gang of cannon fodder, and your little brother will only die more and more, so it is better to give up. Anyway, I don't have any real skills, so I just need to summon another batch when I'm dead. Cesar shrugged his shoulders and said.

Compared to the first wave of continuous shelling, Cesara really didn't care about this group of zombies who were not afraid of death. Those special ammunition with demon-breaking attributes can cause some damage to themselves, but this group of seemingly ferocious zombies is not the slightest threat. They're just cannon fodder legions to clean up the miscellaneous soldiers, a nightmare for minions, and trash fish to get in the way for the afflicted level. The only trouble is that there are too many of them to be overwhelmed, and even if Cesar orders the piranhas to be strangled, they can only deal with one-tenth of the territory.

"Young master, help me! Although these little brothers are not high in combat power, they are loyal, and they have rich work experience and know the roots, so they are rare backbone personnel! We must base ourselves in the Black Carpet City, and we can't do without our own people! If we die, I don't worry about recruiting another group!" Byron was still reluctant to give up his subordinates, and made an excuse.

"You idiot, I said a long time ago, 'If you don't cultivate the arts, you won't be able to pass the avenue!', no matter how high your combat power is, you can't cope with this kind of big scene, look at my 'fresh milk helmet'!" Milk beside Byron said suddenly, and then reached forward and grabbed it.

The fresh milk entrenched next to the milk burst out in all directions, turning into balls the size of a basketball, accurately hitting the heads of every zombie in the vicinity. Then, the milk sphere deformed, wrapping itself firmly around the zombie's head like a helmet. The zombies noticed something strange for a moment and began to reach out and tear the fresh milk helmet. Unfortunately, they are made of liquid, so zombies can easily touch their faces, but they can't touch the air as if they were drowning in water.

If it were an ordinary creature, it would have died of painful suffocation and struggle under this move, but zombies are not living creatures and don't care about these at all. After discovering that the Fresh Milk Helmet did not affect their prey, the group of monsters with their heads wrapped in milky white liquid pounced on the minions again.

"Science is power, evaporate!"

The milk suddenly clenched into its fists, and the fresh milk burrowed into the skull along the zombie's seven orifices, invading every vein, and finally entering the brain, and then vaporizing and releasing a large amount of heat energy to cook the heads of these monsters.

I saw that the zombies were convulsing and dying one after another, and only a few high-end goods who could still act even if they lost their brains were still stumbling around.

"Look. This is the power of field control!" put down the milk of more than thirty zombies in one move, and showed off to Byron, who was using the barrel to explode a zombie. The zombies he killed with one move, it would take Byron at least a minute to clean up, this is the power of the Master!

"Young master, save them, how can you expand after you don't have subordinates?" Byron spoke again.

"That's right. I am also a person with status, not the one who ran the single gang back then, so I have to adjust my mentality. Cesar nodded, determined to save the frightened minions.

Reaching out and grabbing a vigorous zombie, the virus aggregate invaded the corpse, and found that the thing was not possessed, Cesar said to the zombie with a kind face: "Come, let me take you to evolve, take you to fly!"

"Roar, roar!" The guy with half of his face rotten. Ignoring Cesar's kindness, he grew a foul mouth with a row of sharp yellow teeth, wanting to bite a piece of flesh off Cesar's body.

In the face of the zombies who didn't know what to do, Cesar was not annoyed, but kept injecting viruses into the zombies with a sly smile.

In the past few years, Cesar's energy has not been used for the virus, but he has not wasted this talent either. Cesara who decided to go the elite route. Has been cultivating viruses in the body, whenever he kills enemies. Viruses are usually used to make up for it. First, inject the virus into the body of the deceased, and use the other person's body as a hotbed to instantly proliferate new viruses, suck the other party into a dry corpse, and then extract the virus and integrate it into the body.

After all these years of cultivation, the virus in his body has been upgraded countless times. Huge in quantity and of extremely high quality, it possesses many incredible abilities, and when combined with blood nectar and soul syrup, it has evolved into a black viscous aggregate with instinctive consciousness. Even out of the category of pure viruses.

The viral aggregate currently occupies a quarter of Cesara's body, and is found everywhere in his body, merging with him, being both a parasite, a part of Cesara's body, or a nascent superorgan. These viruses gave Cesara strong immunity, terrifying physique, great strength, and super nerves, making his body far beyond his peers. Now, even if his internal organs are hollowed out, these viruses can replace his organs and continue to maintain the vitality of Cesar. If he were cut into dozens of pieces, the viruses would be able to glue Siza into one piece.

Now, the extremely high-quality primitive virus is constantly injected into this garbage corpse, and it has begun to frantically transform and improve its life level. The original semi-rotten zombies also underwent drastic changes, the skin on the surface of the body grew and fell off at a visible rate, and finally became smooth and complete, the muscles began to expand, and the body became robust from rickets, and finally became a perfect killing machine, but the big yellow teeth were still so dazzling.

Today's Cesar, as a hazard, has long stood at the top of the pyramid of evolution, and is looked up to by countless creatures. What he is pursuing now is to merge with the veins of the world, and become a god of calamity when he enters trouble. And among the harms of the same level, his body is still the most advanced one.

Now injecting the most primitive and pure virus into the zombie corpse is equivalent to making this one-time consumable who can't survive the dawn ascend to the sky in one step, and become a person whose potential is not weaker than the ability to awaken the innate consciousness. At the same time that this zombie became stronger, Cesar also launched the 'maggot parasitism', allowing a baby maggot from the swamp to burrow into its brain, connect to the virus network, and completely control the body.

Flicked his fingers on the zombie's brain, a crack opened in the space behind Cesar, and a demon fly flew out, shouting feverishly: "Long live the emperor!"

"This guy is yours, take him out and run to a crowded place!" said Cesar, pointing in the direction where the tuna was.

"For the Emperor!" the Demon Fly Lady shouted wildly, flew to the top of the zombie's head, and drove it madly outward. The zombies they met along the way thrashed and kicked away.

Then, Cesar took the trouble to control a few zombies, handed them to the demon fly girls, and ran in the direction of the tuna.

These modified zombies have a large number of primordial viruses left in their bodies, and Xisar deliberately did it, and the primordial virus breath they carry is extremely strong. Although the zombies of the Ring of Zero have set up a separate portal, which is completely different from the virus in Western Sahara, there are still similarities between the two, and you can feel the breath of the original virus.

When this group of inferior goods that only have instinct left and can't survive for one night, after smelling the smell of the original virus, they will most instinctively chase them, devour and absorb them, replenish themselves, and make themselves stronger and live longer. This is also the reason why zombies attack and devour living creatures.

Now Cesar made a bun of meat buns and threw them in the direction of the tuna, and these vicious dogs, which were originally used to attack trash fish, such as sharks that smelled fish, immediately ran back after the breath of the virus.

"Is this okay?" Watching the zombies retreat like a tide, chasing the few transformed ones and running back, Milk was a little stunned.

"Why not? Although I can't control them directly, I can take a detour. Quick, get rid of the rest of them!" "At this time, those who are still in the warehouse are all higher-level types with possession brains and are directly controlled by the radio team.

"Leave it to me!" Byron pounced on with a few throws, and smashed the poor little zombies into a puddle of rotten flesh.

"Remember, it's a good habit to mend knives!" Cesar walked over and popped out a few magic flies into the corpse and detonated it, "Let's go, let's follow, blend into the zombie horde through the poisonous mist, and wait for an opportunity to sneak attack." By the way, be careful with your opponent's hole cards. Those containers should contain a batch of high-grade biological weapons, similar to high-grade goods of demonized zombies. ”

"Oh oh oh, kill it!" Camilla shouted excitedly as she rode on the back of the Tyrannosaurus rex.

Just now, Camilla controlled Gosna to release the air cannon frantically, because the attack frequency was too fast, and the mind of the Tyrannosaurus was in a short-circuit state, rolling her eyes and being at the mercy of Camilla. Cats are not good birds, so they don't care about the feelings of the Tyrannosaurus, and she is addicted to playing, and she directly pulls the dull hair and lifts it up without letting go. So the little snail began to grow up, becoming the royal sister Big Snail, and finally became Camilla's mount.

Now, Camilla is lying on the back of the royal sister with an excited face, and she controls every move of the Tyrannosaurus Rex with guò stupid hair.

"Forward, forward!" Camilla, who used Dully Fur as a joystick, quickly pushed forward twice, and Gosna immediately began to run at high speed, nimbly breaking through layers of obstacles and chasing the zombie army in front of her.

"Damn, Camilla, slow down, don't break my little snail!" Cesar didn't have time to say anything more, and sped after him. The others looked at each other a few times and followed, leaving only a group of seriously injured unlucky people, sighing in the warehouse and waiting for treatment.

On the other side, on the street where the tuna was located, the controller wearing a radio helmet suddenly exclaimed: "Oh no, those zombies have run back!"

"What's going on? Could it be that the cannon fodder is out of control? Is it the one who has the ability to do it? Doesn't it mean that the cannon fodder army will never get out of control?" you bunch of scraps!" the tuna leader scolded.

"No, these zombies are still under our control, but they are stimulated in some way, and their instinct to chase has outstripped the power of our guidance. It must have been the ghost of the people in Netweave City!" the controller explained.

"Explain what a fart! It's out of control! Damn, didn't the headquarters say you have no problem? Who made this tattered helmet? It's disgusting to look at, and the quality is even worse!" the boss scolded.

"A new weapons company called Zero, I heard that it is very good at technology. The radio head whispered back.

"I haven't heard of it, turn around and kill them!" The boss threw away the cigarette in his hand and ordered his subordinates beside him: "Go, show the ultimate weapon and kill them with super monsters!" (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks: sjf, Huang Jingtao, Smoked Bird, Gold Au and Silver Ag monthly passes, as well as broken de milk bottles, creation and destruction of the world.