The fat man cried out in horror, "Alive, alive, King of Slaves alive!"

The nine worms locked on the stone pillars around the coffin were also awakened at this moment, but they did not climb at will, but crawled one by one in an organized and disciplined manner, building a ...... between the coffin, the stone platform and the ground Ladder?!!

It was as if they were preparing for their king's arrival.

Gan! Are these big bugs sperm or not?

At this moment, Zhang Qixun didn't care about his thoughts, because the Wannu King in the coffin had already lifted the lid of his house and was about to climb out.

Fang Cai's octagonal silver dart blew off both of its arms, and putrid blood trickled down from the fracture, but it didn't affect its movement in the slightest.

The King of Wannu felt no pain at all, and writhed his remaining ten long arms with teeth and claws, crawled out of the coffin like a snake, and then stood up, stepped on the staircase made of nine worms like an emperor ascending the throne, and staggered down the stone platform.

And its target is the huge bronze door embedded in the narrow wall of the rift, which is tightly joined together, sealed with human skin and blood wax, and exudes a faint and ominous atmosphere.

It must not be allowed to enter that door!

Zhang Qixun stepped on a volcanic rock, jumped up with his strength, and jumped onto its huge back when the Wannu King walked down the last step and slowly leaned down and began to crawl like a worm.

Holding the skull knife in both hands, he swung it with all his strength, and the cold light flashed, and the sharp blade avoided the decayed and faded Jurchen armor on the Wannu King's body, and slashed straight at the neck that the Wannu King could not protect with only half of the helmet left.

As soon as the knife went down, Zhang Qixun suddenly felt that the knife in his hand seemed to be planted in the soft mud, and he couldn't pull it out for a while.

Zhang Qi turned over and fell, and the knife in his hand followed the trajectory of his movement and gravity, drawing a large circle from left to right on the back of the neck of the Wannu King, and finally stuck in the gap and flesh of the helmet.

Zhang Qixun kicked the ground with both feet, used his own gravity to drag the forward momentum of the Wannu King, and raised his head and yelled at the stunned fat man who was squatting on the bronze chain, "Fat man, explosives!"

The fat man woke up like a dream, hurriedly took out the detonator tied to his waist from his arms, shouted "continue", and threw his hand away.

At the same time, Zhang Qixun held the handle of the knife with both hands, bent his knees and half-knelt, his waist sank, and he took advantage of the momentum to swing down.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The sharp blade of the skull knife cut directly through the neck and throat of the King of Wannu, and the huge head drooped down, leaving only a bit of flesh and skin still attached.

The King of Wannu staggered and fell to the ground, and finally felt that something was wrong, but it still did not attack, and the drooping head did not affect its movement at all, and the remaining ten hands supported its huge body, and still stubbornly crawled in the direction of the bronze gate, and the speed increased a lot.

It's a monster that can't be killed!

A cold light flashed in Zhang Qixun's eyes, and the tattoo on the right side of his face seemed to sense his killing intent, and after licking off the blood of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, the crimson flame scorched and ignited, becoming more and more red.

Since you can't kill it, blow it to pieces!

Let it be so broken that you can't put it together!

"Continue!"

The fat man took out a bundle of detonators and threw them at Zhang Qixun.

Zhang Qixun stretched his right hand back, didn't look at it, and grabbed it casually, and the detonator was held in his hand.

Running two steps quickly, a volley flipped over the body of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, and the moment he fell, he turned around, and at the moment when the body of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves rushed over, he stretched out his hand, and a detonator was directly embedded into the blurred fracture of the flesh and blood of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, and was tightly absorbed by the soft flesh in his chest.

Zhang Qixun hit a successful blow, quickly dodged sideways, and ran under the rock where Wu Xiaoxie was hiding with a knife.

The fat man had already jumped off the bronze chain, holding his gun and waiting.

"Fried!"

"Okay~" The fat man responded viciously, avoiding Zhang Qixun's side of the Wannu King is a series of strafing shots.

Zhang Qi didn't look for his head, and slipped and jumped under the rock.

A bullet shimmered with silver light, and it made intimate contact with the detonator, creating a brilliant spark.

In order to celebrate his birth, Spark was excited, and directly ignited its new best friend detonator.

Boom –

In an instant, flesh and blood splattered, and the body of the Ten Thousand Slave King shattered, and the shock wave of the explosion swept over the sky with waves of air and rubble.

Zhang Qixun and the three of them were lying on the ground, covering their ears, and their chests that were clinging to the ground were all shaken and a little stuffy, and the bird droppings, miscellaneous hairs, broken stones, and bone slag that were rushed by the explosion almost buried them in the ground.

"Bah, bah!"

The fat man got up, spit out the dirty stuff he accidentally ate in his mouth, threw the gun on his back, and helped Wu Xiaoxie up with Zhang Qixun.

As soon as Wu Xiaoxie stood up, he immediately screamed in pain and was about to slide down.

Zhang Qixun stared nervously at his legs, "What's wrong with you? Didn't you just blow it up?"

Wu Xiaoxie waved his hand hard, "No, I was hit by a stray bullet that I don't know what lacked virtue before, and I have already stopped the bleeding with a bandage, don't worry, it's okay."

As soon as he heard that Wu Xiaoxie had been shot, the muscles in Zhang Qixun's jaw tightened, and the blue tendons in the corners of his forehead burst out, "Made, stop talking, it's okay, it's okay, save your energy, don't let yourself faint."

The fat man ran out and collected a few guns and backpacks loaded with bullets that A-Ning's men had dropped when they fled, and ran back with a squeak, "Let's run, the flares are going out, and those stupid birds are going to riot."

Zhang Qi looked around and found that the crack that appeared in the original plot was right behind the volcanic rock where they were hiding.

Zhang Qixun leaned over and threw Wu Xiaoxie to his back, carrying the knife in his right hand, and holding Wu Xiaoxie's leg with his left hand, "Hold it firm."

Then he raised his chin at the crack and said to the fat man, "There is a gap over there, and you will never be able to get in with the size of a human-faced bird, so let's hide there."

"Okay." The fat man nodded, holding the gun and following Zhang Qixun and the two.

The three of them hid in the cracks.

Zhang Qixun put Wu Xiaoxie down carefully, and asked the fat man to put the empty magazine and the backpack containing bullets beside him, "Innocent, you help us two fill the bullets, fat man, the two of us will guard an exit, and we must not let the monkeys in the mouths of those strange birds rush in."

"Understood!"

Wu Xiaoxie and the fat man spoke in unison.

Wu Xiaoxie has an injury on his leg, and it is difficult to stand up at this time, and logistics work is the most suitable for him.

Zhang Qixun and the fat man used the surrounding rubble blocks as quickly as possible to build half-waist-high bunkers at the openings on both sides of the crack.

What is piled up in a hurry can't be said to be sturdy, but it can block it for a while.

The fat man carried the gun on his back and held the gun, his index finger was on the wrench, and his fat face also lost the smile that jumped out of his usual life, and his expression was solemn, always ready to fight.

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