Song Ziyu was a little angry.

Anyway, the enslaved people are their own human compatriots, and these zombies don't seem to be too much of a fuck.

Just when Song Ziyu couldn't bear it anymore, a team transporting giant strip stones not far away, there happened to be a skinny human little girl who slipped because of unsteadiness under her feet, and the ubiquitous zombie overseer waved the whip in his hand to greet the little girl.

However!

The whip never came down.

Because Song Ziyu made a move!

Song Ziyu, who was riding on the pack beast, grabbed a melon seed casually, and then shot at the zombie overseer who was wielding an iron whip!

Although the melon seed shell is light, in front of Song Ziyu's powerful and powerful force, the air can be used as a cannonball, let alone a melon seed shell!

But when I heard a muffled sound, the iron whip in the hand of the dead overseer broke in response!

"Who is it?"

The zombies roared in all directions, fangs on their rotting faces.

Hearing the commotion, several nearby zombie overseers approached and surrounded the team of slaves.

"Whoever moves his hand, stand up, or all of you will die today!"

A zombie overseer roared around.

At this moment, the entire group of human slaves trembled with fear.

Many people are desperately begging for mercy.

Not far from this group of human slaves, the human slaves of the other groups looked at them numbly.

Seem...... Everything that is about to happen, everyone is used to it.

See this scene.

Song Ziyu, who made a secret move, knew that he had done something bad with good intentions.

"That's pretty much it, just enough!"

Song Ziyu opened his mouth to stop.

It's okay not to speak, as soon as they spoke, the zombie supervisors who were originally eyeing Song Ziyu and his party immediately surrounded them.

The zombie overseers had already noticed Song Ziyu and his party, for no other reason than that there were quite a few humans in Song Ziyu's team.

"What are you doing on this team?"

The zombie overseer reprimanded loudly.

Vermeer didn't bother to talk to these guys, but said coldly, "This is a pilgrimage to the Templar, what qualifications do you low-level fellows have?"

However, unexpectedly, Vermeer's rebuke did not knock the zombie overseer back, the overseer actually surrounded him, and then roared, "If it is a team to pay tribute to the Templar, why would you let these lowly human slaves ride on horses? Do you know that this is a violation of the laws of the Church?"

Hearing this, Vermeer was also stunned.

"When was the law given?" Vermeer couldn't help but ask.

But Song Ziyu's answer was more direct.

"What kind of bullshit are you, dare to ask Lao Tzu about it?"

Talking!

The zombie superior aura on Song Ziyu's body burst out and swept straight towards the zombie overseer.

On the spot!

The Zombie Overseer was surprised even by the mount it was carrying.

The zombie overseer who fell to the ground was prostrate on the ground, not daring to look at Song Ziyu with his eyes, but begging for mercy loudly: "My lord...... I don't know who you are......

Song Ziyu looked around, and the other zombie overseers were obviously frightened.

"If you are sensible, let Lao Tzu go! Don't be an eyesore here!" Song Ziyu scolded.

The overseers immediately disappeared like rats seeing cats.

At this time, cheers and applause suddenly erupted in the surroundings.

The scrawny little girl who had been rescued even knelt down under Song Ziyu's mount and began to kiss the toes of the mount.

Seeing this scene, Song Ziyu couldn't help but be a little moved.

"You should help them!"

A voice came from behind him, it was Lin Zhaoyu.

Song Ziyu shook his head indifferently and said, "I can't help, the general trend is the trend, even if we want to do anything, we are all using our mantis arms as a car."

"Is that what you think?"

Lin Zhaoyu asked.

"Or else?" Song Ziyu asked rhetorically, "What can I do? What can you do if you save them?"

"In that case, what are you still tossing about?" Lin Zhaoyu pinched his nose and said, "It's better to eat and wait for death in the zero-degree space, it's really inexplicable."

Song Ziyu broke Lin Zhaoyu's defense on the spot.

I want to refute a few words, but I don't know what to say.

Just when the hair was scorching and dry, the punching bag came.

Smoke and dust billowed ahead, and a team of zombie troops armed to the teeth arrived, directly blocking the way of Song Ziyu and his party.

The first zombie general in rhino armor cracked open his hideous mouth and bared his terrifying fangs and roared, "You guys, which clan's bastards? Dare to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs on my territory! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu killed you all!"

Vermeer was about to come forward to negotiate, but Song Ziyu directly pushed Vermeer away.

"Let me figure it out." Song Ziyu jumped off the mount directly, and then scolded as he walked forward.

The zombies who came to question them were completely bumped into the muzzle of the gun.

Song Ziyu, who was so scared by Lin Zhaoyu that he couldn't stand it, urgently needed a punching bag.

Now, here comes the punching bag.

Snatching the whip from the hand of a zombie knight, Song Ziyu rushed directly into the enemy formation, and then began to show his tyrannical scene.

The whip in his hand flew up, and everywhere he passed, any zombie knight became a spinning top that was shoveled and flying.

What a this is!

Before everyone could react, there was only a large group of zombie knights lying on the ground and moaning.

Many of the human slaves present who watched the excitement were shocked!

It's just because Song Ziyu's ferocity is completely beyond the imagination of these human slaves.

A group of zombies who casually asked Xingshi for their guilt were smacked, and Song Ziyu finally calmed down a little.

The zombie who led the army was the worst whipped, and his face, which was originally like a dry corpse, was full of traces of whipping.

This made the zombie general feel that he had lost face.

However, when Vermeer stepped forward to report his identity, the zombie general, who was screaming for revenge, immediately stopped and showed enough submission.

"It turned out to be Her Highness the Holy Maiden...... I am the centurion of an independent clan, and I am really ignorant of ramming the chariot of Her Highness the Holy Maiden, and I beg your pardon."

The zombie general hurriedly confessed to Vermeer.

Vermeer didn't mean to deal with these zombies, but just let the centurion lead his men to clear the way in front and escort himself.

With this centurion of the independent clan by his side, the convoy never encountered any more moths.

Soon, the convoy arrived at the final destination of these transporting stones, Dibi Fes.

Here, Song Ziyu saw a scene that subverted his cognition.

Along the way, Song Ziyu was thinking about what these guys were going to do when they transported so many thousand tons of stones, and when they came to Dibi Fes, looking at the pyramids towering into the clouds, Song Ziyu understood.

These guys are actually building this kind of architectural spectacle!