Heroic Death System

You can leave the city and try to travel in sparsely populated suburbs, during which you will find some good weapons. Unfortunately, most thermal weapons, such as firearms, are no longer capable of energy, and only cold weapons, such as long knives, can be used. He wanted to get a car, and he gave it up because of his energy problems.

At dusk, several processing plants could be found in the suburbs, with a river near the factory, which was surprisingly clear, presumably because it had not been contaminated by industrial waste and wastewater for many years and had gradually regained its energy by relying on its own purification capacity.

Jean took a shower in the creek, took out everything in his backpack and washed it again, then wore only one pair of underwear and hid in a factory. Washed clothes were hung by him in the window. It's summer and it can be dried overnight.

He did a rough search near the factory and found no corpses. Probably all gathered in the city, or hidden. For security reasons, a relatively hidden and escape-friendly room could be found as a place to rest.

The night arrived quietly, with mosquito flies screaming in their ears, but they didn't seem to dare to suck cocoa's blood. Still reliable by the wall, sleepless, watching them fly in groups in the air. Strangely, his vision was unaffected by the apparent absence of lights in the room. Even the spider web in the corner is clear.

If you look in the mirror at this time, you'll find his eyes in the dark, glittering dark golden light, like a slumping leopard.

Since you can't sleep, you can decide to test your abilities. Try everything from body coordination, flexibility and strength of hands and feet to magic, magic, magic, etc. As a result, it was found that the martial arts previously studied, apart from some deficiencies in proficiency, were basically easy to use, while magic and magic were less ideal. They seemed to be limited by the essence of physical strength and could only use some elementary skills, such as light flames and lightening surgery.

Though unsatisfactory, as long as you be careful, self-preservation is fine. Besides, he is still immortal, but less than necessary, he really doesn't want to experience the taste of death anymore.

In the night, hidden voices of zombies, like ghosts and wolves howl, are even scary. There were also several scattered lower zombies outside the factory, who were insensitive and dull, so long as they did not make too much movement, they would hardly be shocked.

Jean-Claude listened to the voices of the zombies in the dark and conducted physical training silently.

Time passed little by little in the training, and when the first rays of sunlight came through the window, the outside was also calm.

Wear dry clothes, carry bags on your back, pay close attention to the movement around you, make sure there is no danger before walking out of the factory carefully.

The air in the suburbs is much fresher than in the city, and although some broken meat is seen from time to time, piles rarely appear.

“Who?”

As he was on his way, a loud and vigilant low drink came out of the bushes not far away.

You can go according to your reputation. There are only five figures, four males and one female, ranging in age from 25 to 40.

When the five of them saw Sangquo, they stunned for a moment, then relaxed a little, but remained on basic alert.

“Brother, where are you from? How did someone show up here?” The head of the thirty or so able-bodied man, while still measuring, asked.

“My partner and I are separated and can only go back to the base by ourselves.” Once you have answered, ask, "Where are you going? I don't know if I can make it. Can you give me a lift? ”

A strong man stared at Jean-Claude and said, "We're on our way back to the base, we can take you with us, but we have to check your body first to make sure you weren't bitten by a zombie. ”

Jean-Claude was silent for a while and laughed at the only woman on their team: "Then why bother the sister? ”

However, the woman did not respond, but turned her gaze to a strong man headed by her.

The man pulled up the corner of his mouth and hugged his chest: “Shady, how can a girl give you a physical exam? Let me do it. ”

Saying, he lifted his foot toward Jean-Claude.

He could see in his eyes a hint of bad intentions, and several other men made unintelligible laughter.

As Sang was about to stop drinking, a shadow suddenly jumped out of the woods and slammed the face of a strong man.

The man leaped back agile, avoiding a fatal blow.

While drawing a knife, he also saw what had just attacked a man. He was thin, like an eight- or nine-year-old child, with dry skin and clear bone contours. A pair of white eyes, staring at the crowd without a focal length.

The most basic way to distinguish between zombie grades is to look at eye color, lower grade is “grey”, intermediate grade is “white”, advanced is “red”, will be “purple” or “green”, and king grade is “gold”.

It's just intermediate white eyes in front of me.

“It's a white-eyed zombie. Look out!” Strong men took out their weapons successively, four of them with guns and only one with a long knife.

The voice fell, and the corpse rushed towards him again. As he moved, several corpses ran out of the woods.

A group of people quickly joined forces with the zombies, but strangely, there were no active zombie attacks.

He doesn't think he has a special buff to protect himself from attack, otherwise he wouldn't have been torn apart by zombies.

So, what's the explanation for the situation? Is it just a coincidence? These zombies decided to kill those five men before they took care of him?

The robust man also seemed to notice the anomaly, as he fought, deliberately and unintentionally approaching Sankoh, attempting to divert fire to him.

However, even if the two were only five or six metres apart, the zombies would still only attack him and, more tragically, the zombies who had attacked several others were surrounded. The result is that instead of transferring the firepower, it's more concentrated, all concentrated on him.

A strong man lays a grass in his heart, he has no idea what's going on, is there something on his body that attracts zombies?

“What are you staring at? Come and help me!” The man besieged by the zombie was furious.

The others immediately recovered from their stupidity and rejoined the circle of war.

You can take a step back and not rush. Watching the game next to each other eventually decided to leave. It is absolutely unwise for these men to look at his eyes and choose to walk with them.

When he turned around, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his hand. He looked down and was accidentally scratched by a prick on the branch.

Nor did it bother you to speed up and head out into the woods far from the war zone.

He did not notice that, just as he was scratched, the bodies of the five men who had attacked him all stopped, and then turned to the branch, which had left a trace of the blood of the cocoa. One of the corpses bit the branch off, and then, along with the other corpses, howled to chase it in the direction where it could disappear.

As for the five-man squad, it was completely left behind by the zombies. Because they found something more “delicious"!

Shanko found something wrong before he had escaped a few hundred meters. Looking back, he was stunned to discover that the bodies of the five men were being sieged. At this moment, he followed closely behind him.

I thought you weren't going to attack him. Why did he catch up when he ran away? Are you dogs? If you see anyone running, chase them!

Under his feet, he ran like a wind in the open wilderness, and a group of zombies chased behind him. As a burst of howling sounded, a number of nearby zombies were attracted, including several red-eyed zombies.

Now it's time for Jean-Claude to lie down. Keep running, it'll only attract more zombies. It was necessary to pause and choose an easily guarded location to prepare for a big fight with the zombies.

Although he has no powers, the value of force is not low and there is more than enough to deal with dozens of low- and intermediate-level zombies.

You can stand tall, draw a long knife and fight the besieged zombie.

A silver light intertwined across the sky, allowing the heads of zombies to be harvested in motion without giving them any chance of closeness.

Half an hour later, the battle was temporarily ended by cutting off the head of the last zombie.

In the distance, a number of zombies can be seen still approaching this way, but they dare not delay, leap on their feet and flee to the woods.

However, a few steps had not yet been taken, and a large hand appeared empty-handed and penetrated his body without a sign.

Jean-Claude looked down at the big hand, his fingers strong and sharp, his fingernails stained with his blood, and the bright cold light.

Slowly pull out his big hand while pulling his heart out.

Jean-Claude turned his head rigidly and saw a bright man with cold golden eyes, bronzed skin and a dark hair scattered over his shoulders, looking like a normal human being. His eyes and skin, however, clearly told Sankoh that it was a zombie and that it was the only royal zombie.

To be more precise, he is one of the two goals yet to be searched for - the zombie emperor.

Sankoh's body was torn open by a blood hole, but his consciousness was clear.

He had a familiar aura on his body, but was weak enough to fully identify him, and he had just pierced his right hand without a mole in his palm.

Jean-Claude watched him crush his heart, throw it on the ground at will, and then turn away without hesitation, leaving him surrounded, mutilated and devoured by the surrounding corpse...

It can endure the pain of being torn apart, tears rolling out of the orbit, not knowing whether it was due to physical pain or the cruelty of the zombie.

He is not his own man… he can say so to himself in his heart.

After so many worlds, he can't even recognize his own man. Thinking about it, Sankoh is feeling a little better. Just the pain of being torn and bitten, constantly tormenting his nerves, only that he had no right to faint to death, watching his body soberly eaten by zombies all the way.

Ten minutes later, the zombies scattered one after the other, leaving only a beautiful head and a piecemeal bone...