The participants who poured out of the "slaughterhouse" of war machinery, led by Luo Zhengliang, the man in blue, lined up in a neat line, put on a lined up, and respectfully prepared to meet the approaching steel locomotive. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There was probably a distance of nearly a kilometer or more from the feet of the huge machinery that was frantically releasing artillery fire, and the Mercedes-Benz locomotive driven by Qin Wulin had already reached this position in the rapid race against the spreading corpse tide.

Coming here means getting out of the long-range range of the "slaughterhouse" artillery and coming to a relatively safe distance, without worrying about being accidentally injured by the sudden drop of artillery air shells.

However, thinking about it from another angle, even if it was from the surface of the "slaughterhouse" body - the large-scale air cannon rain released from the nearly 100 dock forts, the spread of the Wuyang corpse tide still could not be completely suppressed, even if it was exploded piece by piece, the churning wave of blood flowers was still closely following the pace of the locomotive in front of it, and it was also approaching a safe distance here.

Around the locomotive heading in the direction of the giant machine, many locust black corpses who relied on the corpses of their kind to survive the rain of explosions and cannons in the tide of corpses were also bounced their legs quickly, striding forward in a completely almost locust jumping manner, biting the rear of the locomotive tightly and not letting go.

There were even several black corpses that jumped directly above the moving locomotive after running wildly and jumping violently.

It was only because of the external bombardment of the passengers in the car that they were able to blast these walking corpse puppets out in time before they landed on the vehicle, so as not to interfere with the driving work carried out by Qin Wulin, who was the driver.

However, as a passenger, Fei Ya and Wei have always maintained a serious sitting posture, and they don't seem to care about the black corpses that jumped up.

Therefore, in the end, except for Shainin, who occasionally threw a random punch and blasted out the walking corpses that jumped straight nearby, only the former core leader of the All-Arms Society, the mask man Kazakh, who temporarily switched to the camp, took on the task of expelling the black corpse.

"Hey, I said that a few of you, except for the little girl wearing an eye patch who doesn't seem to have much combat effectiveness, you should all have the strength above me, you can also do it! I'm alone here with the impact of so many bone-level walking corpses, I feel a little unbearable!"

Holding a short-handled axe-like weapon in his hand, Kazakh pulled out of the back seat and stepped on the back shell of the locomotive, shouting in some distress as he was busy dealing with the constantly moving corpses.

For Kazakh, who is one of the ten leaders of the All-Arms Association, although he was detected by Qin Wulin and Fia during the monitoring mission before, he was repaired by Qin Wulin again.

But that was also based on the premise that Qin Wulin himself possessed a terrifying power that was completely contrary to that of the medium-pressure class, and perhaps even surpassed that of most of the high-pressure powerhouses.

Putting this aside, at the level of the medium-pressure class, Kazakh, who has a fifth-level core of the medium-pressure class, can actually be regarded as a strong man who can completely crush ordinary people.

It's just that because of the people in the same industry, or half-corpses and half-humans like Xie Ning and Wei, or guys with deep cities like Fia, only one Tang Kechao who covers half of his eyes is normal, which makes Kazakh himself much weaker, and even repeatedly intimidated to the point of cringe.

However, if it really involves a desperate situation, as a member of the mechanical warriors of the middle class of human beings, Kazakhstan still will not have the slightest possibility of retreating!

This is the killing instinct that human beings have honed in the war with the corpse! Only those who dare to fight hard can survive in this abnormal world and be promoted to the quite strong realm of the fifth level of medium pressure!

"Shut up! Mask-wearers, don't you see that we are about to run to the feet of this mechanical giant, the opposite side has already sent a greeting team to welcome us, what else is there to shout! If you can't support it, hurry up and roll down Miss Ben, the province will be torn by the walking corpse and have to stain my 'armory'!"

Busy grasping the direction of the locomotive, Qin Wulin was engrossed in the act of swaying the body smoothly, shouting at the Kazakh who was quite dissatisfied, and did not look back, and directly responded with impatience without an aristocratic demeanor, and rudely cut off the next complaint in the heart of the Kazakh.

"Really...... Alas, they all treat me like this, and it's better to be polite to me if you work for nothing, this is really trampling on my soul!" sighed helplessly, Kazakh's eyes froze, and the short-handled axe he was holding waved horizontally, poofed, and directly slashed the head of a black corpse that was about to jump over.

"I really don't know how you all sit so safely, if you let these walking corpses jump on the car, even if you are strong, then you can't guarantee that the locomotive will directly overturn because of the change in weight!

Headache, although the vice president has indeed adjusted people, but your current performance, I am a little skeptical that it is not a correct choice to take refuge in your side......" The sharp short-handled axe weapon was stained with blood, and the Kazakh continued to swing the sharp weapon vigorously, although the mouth under the mask kept complaining, but it also cleaned up the black corpses who wanted to jump up without slackness.

"Be quiet, little mask boy, you can step back now. That dead pervert sent down the dogleg, it looks like he's going to finish it for you. ”

In a cold and numb tone, Fia pressed down on the small bowler hat she was wearing, and while coldly admonishing Kazakh, she slightly covered half of her eyes with the hanging brim.

The other half - staring at the person above the head of the "slaughterhouse", the cold eyes of the bewitching man Luo Pingchuan.

"Huh?" was replied coldly by Fia, Kazakh was still a little confused, still stepping on the iron shell of the locomotive and swinging the axe, cutting off several black corpse heads that jumped into the air in a row.

"Miss Qin Wulin, they are already close here, and so are the walking corpses chasing them. This distance...... All the participants who have temporarily assembled under the command of Young Master Luo Pingchuan, the forces of Eternal Machinery City, it's time for us to do it!"

Gritting his teeth fiercely, the man in blue, Luo Zhengliang, stretched out his arms and roared with all his strength, opening the prelude to the war between the participants and the surging black corpses.

"Steam—Blue Horns!"

With a roar of rage, Luo Zhengliang's arms were instantly wrapped in a large number of spiraling blue horns like tree trunks that had sprouted branches.

And he himself stomped on the ground at this moment, flicking his horns and arms straight ahead.