The chariot rampage through the horde of corpses.

Although it was only converted from a temporary carriage, it still showed its domineering as a weapon of war with a long history.

The stump of flesh in the ground did not affect its progress at all, and at an increasing speed, even a hard skull would be crushed by the impact of the chariot.

Ke Liu was not in the mood to pay attention to the results of the chariot at all, she glanced at Roland who was standing boldly on horseback, ruthlessly waving the holy sword in his hand, like a meat grinder, and the hero who always had a good-looking smile couldn't help but show a little ferocious anger at this moment.

No matter what kind of zombie acts as an obstacle, before it actually touches this chariot, it will be cut into several pieces by the sword light and rush straight away, leaving no proof of existence except for a few stumps and spilled blood.

With such strong men taking the initiative to open the way, they are galloping on the sidewalk leading to the guild at a much faster speed than usual.

Although he was hesitant at first, it was only because of the slight compassion born in the peaceful environment for too long.

In Roland's icy 'declaration that the living are more important than the dead', Ryu quickly learns to obey, after all, before joining the Mistress of Abundance, she also had a time when I am the night and I am revenge.

What's more, violence is always the most persuasive.

In front of the strength that Roland showed when he opened the way, the people in the tavern didn't even dare to come out, and they didn't even dare to face ordinary people, but in the face of many adventurers who were not afraid of death, once they were surrounded, if they didn't break through at the first time, they could only wait for death.

But in front of Roland, these people were like meat on the chopping board, and Ryu couldn't find any words to describe this kind of scene except slaughter.

Each time the sword light flashed, a mixture of red and white liquid splattered out, adding new strokes to this hellish scene.

The more he advanced, the heavier Ryu's heart felt.

The main street of Orari had the highest level of defense, especially during the festival, but now, most of the guards were gone, and only a few pieces of broken armor and powerful zombies mixed with the corpses proved that they once existed.

From the alleys adjacent to the main street, Ryu could faintly hear the echo of screams.

Pain, fear, hoarseness.

And there is more than one direction to make a sound, in this purgatory-like place, when it is just to live or to be tortured, regardless of race and identity, the sound that can be made is much the same.

Except for Roland, who had been mentally prepared for this similar scene for a long time, everyone in the tavern was a little surprised, they were retreating as adventurers, and they had not committed some serious crime and were caught, and it was impossible not to be moved when they saw this kind of scene.

At this time, on the contrary, Xi'er still maintained a strange calmness, she looked at Roland's back, and was not frightened by the bloody scene around her, but showed an excited smile.

There is no more suitable scene than this, in this environment surrounded by the living dead, every time Roland swings his sword, the malice in his heart is constantly steaming, it is like a glittering hope.

As the minutes passed, the screams around him became less and less, except for the occasional beastly roar and the tearing of limbs, accompanied by fierce fights and desperate wails.

The originally peaceful Olarie seemed to have become a purgatory on earth in less than a few minutes.

No, not as if.

Roland raised his head and looked at the pitch-black smoke rising in the distance, like a proclamation before the death penalty came.

The real hell has come, and even the tragedy that happened to Olari in the center of the world is only a small part of this catastrophe.

The whole world will be plunged into madness and despair.

This is the greatest and worst event of despair in the history of mankind.

——

"What the hell happened to Olaria?"

After passing through the largest wave of corpses and the pressure around her began to lessen, Ryu asked, her eyes lowered and faintly uneasy, but she still maintained her composure as a warrior.

"Luo Lanjun, you seem to know some insider ......"

"I do know something."

Roland nodded boldly.

"But first of all, I want to correct you, not just Olalie, I'm afraid the whole world is like this."

"In short, the monsters in the depths of the dungeon have mutated, deliberately spreading this virus, hoping to destroy the world, before I came to Eulari, this virus has begun to spread quietly, and the monster's abnormal movement is also for this reason, today's God Society is to discuss when to launch a great expedition to completely solve this threat."

"After all, there is no way to contain it, the whole Olalie, I don't know how many people are lurking by the virus, the attack of those monsters should be just an introduction, it is the virus in the body of the attacked person who activates it, and then destroys their consciousness, from the observation just now, these guys seem to have become a brain circuit with the dungeon monsters, although they can use weapons, and they will go up to attack when they see people, but if they don't attract their attention, they won't rush up."

Roland said as if he was joking.

"From this point of view, if this disaster can be solved, it must be enough to upgrade several levels of great deeds."

Ryu fell silent, and even Miya's mother, who was the backbone of the tavern's owner, was silent, leaving only a deathly silence.

Ryu, who has always been calm and steady, trembled a little in the face of this bloody reality.

"Isn't this world over?"

At a time when Warcraft was raging and people could only rely on heroes to survive, there must have never been such a desperate situation, close companions suddenly became monsters who had to kill killers, and innocent ordinary people were also mobile sources of infection, and there was no room for any mercy, not even time to mourn.

"The ordinary world, I guess it's about the same, but if you want to destroy this world, it's not enough."

Roland is not so pessimistic, although this zombie crisis is no less terrifying than the lost Christmas, but the nature of the two is still clearly different.

If the Queen of Viruses really made up her mind, as long as she was infected with the Apocalypse virus, she would directly turn into purple crystals, so much trouble to rely on zombies to activate the recessive virus.

But on the way here, Roland still saw a lot of people who were originally implicit carriers of the Apocalypse virus who showed symptoms after being attacked, and before that, they didn't have anything to do with it.

It can be seen from this that Olari is extremely miserable now entirely because the number of adventurers here far exceeds that of this world, and when it is spread to ordinary people, it is extremely efficient because of the difference in intensity, and the monsters that are in turmoil attract the attention of most high-level adventurers, so that the situation becomes uncontrollable.

For other countries other than Olaria, it will definitely be overwhelming at first, but the source of transmission is only ordinary people and a few adventurers, and when the initial wave of infection begins to stabilize, the official organization reorganizes its forces, and cooperates with the formed adventurers to form an army, this disaster will soon be suppressed.

On the contrary, because of the relatively high combat power on Olali's side, the follow-up suppression is a little more troublesome.

But if you really make up your mind, it is just a matter that can be decided by a meeting of God.

Most of the seemingly ferocious corpse tides now are composed of low-level adventurers and ordinary residents, even if there are tens of thousands, it is not difficult for LV6 adventurers to annihilate.

"Roland is right, Ryu, don't mess with yourself, after discovering the clues, it is difficult for high-level adventurers to have an accident."

Mia's mother also nodded, agreeing with Roland's statement.

"However, the premise of not having an accident is...... The gods are still alive. ”

For Roland's theory, it naturally doesn't matter whether there is a god or not, but other adventurers will never have such a relaxed attitude.

Favor is a divine technique that comes from the gods. Once the main god returns to the sky, the ability value bonus achievements brought by continuous upgrading will be directly sealed, although you can go to other main gods to convert and unseal in the future, but in this dangerous realm, adventurers who lose their ability value are more likely to not survive this time.

Years ago, the dark faction of Olari had caused a lot of turmoil by targeting the gods.

Therefore, rather than establishing a stronghold first, maintaining order and ensuring the safety of the gods in the guild who are meeting is the first priority.

"Well, then, that's the end of the explanation," Roland slowed down the carriage as it slowed down, "and then, it's time to get down to business." ”

He jumped off his horse, holding Esther in his hand, staring sharply at the guild steps in front of him.

Even at festivals, the true heart of Olali is still packed.

What appears in everyone's field of vision is a cluster of monsters infected by the Apocalypse virus.

Most of them are neatly dressed, and they also hold weapons tightly in their hands, many of them are high-level adventurers, and in the situation that they can't let go of their hands and feet, and directly destroy the buildings in front of them, the narrow room of the guild is simply an unknown hunting ground, and if you are not careful, you may be planted in it.

"I'll help you."

Miya's mother also jumped out of the car, even if she was not wearing any formal gear, her momentum could not be underestimated.

"There's no need for this, just guard the door for me, I don't want to have such a funny situation as having to fight to get out after I get in."

Although his tone was not serious, he still stopped Mia's mother's steps.

In the battle just now, Roland has fully proved himself.

Whether it is the wisdom in the face of crisis, the strength to fight his way out of the encirclement, or the calmness in the face of danger, it is clear to Miya's mother that he is by no means a rookie adventurer, but a hero who has already begun to shine.

Roland walked into the hall of the guild alone.

"Roaring ———!!!"

Smelling the breath of the survivors, these human-like monsters let out a beast-like cry from their throats, causing a commotion in an instant.

This is the joy of seeing the prey, this is the cry of calling for companions, this is the hatred of monsters for humans.

In an instant, Roland raised his sword, but there was no fear in the monster that had lost his mind, and he lunged towards Roland, and behind him, countless jumping and overlapping shadows.

Despite losing their minds and thinking like monsters, these guys don't attack their own kind, so while they aren't difficult to deal with individually, the locust-like numbers are the real trouble compared to the strength of the individual.

They can make countless mistakes, and if the enemy makes one mistake, the virus will take advantage of the situation and transform it.

But for Roland, these guys in front of him are just pieces of meat that can move.

In his eyes, there was no difference between the state of life and death.

"Poof——!

With a tearing sound like a crack, the red blood and powerful limbs flew into the air at the same time, and the sword light, as fast as if it wanted to stop time, made the surrounding area become full of corpses without hurting the building.

Roland's indifferent and cold eyes swept over the zombies in front of him, his lips pursed slightly, as if a king was patrolling his own low courtyard, but his voice was as powerful as the ringing of a bell.

"It's too slow, let's just cry for how strong I am."

Without the slightest pause, he suddenly lifted Esther up, and completely wiped out the zombies in front of him with a streamlined power technique, and then he tilted the tip of the sword slightly, shaking the blood on it down.

But the zombies without fear still poured up without knowing what to say, and although they couldn't even threaten, they still showed their tenacity as much as possible.

The more Roland advanced, the more turbulent the tide of corpses around him became, in the pleasant sound of flesh tearing, in the flesh and blood thrown high into the sky, looking at the bloody and cruel scene in front of him, feeling the painful wails of the souls around him.

The vicious side of his body is calling, and after coming to this world, how long has he not had a good catharsis?

If these creatures, who are supposed to pay homage to him in life and death, dare to be so arrogant, then he should also repay the fair ruling.

"Since you can't even weep and fear, let death decide everything."

So, the dragon opened its mouth.

The sword light like clear snow washed everything around Roland along with the flames.

"Come on! Come! Come! Inferior things, inferior creatures! Die under my burning power! ”

(End of chapter)