Heroic Death System

Easy access to human bases, computers equipped in rooms, plans to gather information about the world, such as the location of all survivor bases currently established by humankind and well-known groups of mercenaries and intellectuals everywhere.

Concentrating, the screen suddenly darkened, and immediately saw a crack in the path above, then the table, teacup, glass on the window... cracked successively, making a series of buzzing sounds.

Still turning back sharply, the cold light flashed in the eyes behind the emperor, the bloodbath swelled and the underlying layer of the skin cracked, like the porcelain about to break, looking particularly scary. A powerful force emanated from him and swung rapidly around.

Shit, this guy's leaving again!

Unexpectedly, quickly remove a bottle from the waist and shove it accurately into the mouth of the emperor.

The emperor chewed the bottle motionlessly and stared at Sankoh without expression. After a moment of silence, he took a slow, slow breath, and then the blood color in his eyes gradually subsided, and the cracks around him stopped spreading and the smell of terror disappeared invisible.

As you can see, he lifted his bottle and couldn't help but relieve himself greatly. I don't understand why he suddenly went wild, but he finally suppressed it in time.

When the bottle strikes, the invincible head becomes innocent baby in a second!

From now on, the bottle is the ultimate weapon he needs to carry around!

The emperor held the bottle and drank milk. He squatted on the ground and looked at Sangquo in secret. He looked vicious but had no intention of attacking him.

Still a little want to laugh, a few smiles unconsciously leaked out of the eyebrows, like the waves of water, the light appeared.

The next second, you can feel the darkness in front of you, the whole person is pressed against the wall, and a sweet milk smell comes from your mouth.

The emperor kissed Sankoh warmly and dominated his breath.

She could be kissed dizzy and light-headed and her lips crispy, a little worried that she would die of suffocation this time.

When the consciousness was blurred, suddenly the sound of the fabric tearing was heard, and then it felt a beating in the abdomen by something hard, sending a feeling of numbness.

The emperor retreated slightly and looked at the man in his arms with a burning eye.

Still breathing in a hurry, he looked at his abdomen and found Tianxiang's leg in a frightening way - something poked his pants out of a hole and stood up straight in the air, pointing at him.

You can only feel the back of the spine cold, the cold sweat soot flows downstream.

Isn't this the most vulnerable part of a man? This one in front of you has obviously evolved into a biochemical weapon, okay?

The emperor looked down and frowned: “My pants are broken. ”

Can you not break it? Forget the pants, even the steel plate has to break!

He was distracted without a trace. Fortunately, his pants blocked his knife, otherwise his stomach would be more than a little numb right now.

There's a noisy crowd outside right now. Many ran out of the room in alarm and asked each other about the mutation that had just taken place.

The power of the emperor touched the entire base, but only for a few seconds, it gave rise to an indescribable despair and fear in the hearts of all, capable of instantly erupting such a powerful power, at least above the ninth level.

There's a Level 9 fighter at this base?

In the room of a building, a dark-haired man suddenly opened his eyes and looked firmly at the front wall, as if his sharp eyes could penetrate the wall and see everything outside.

The lights outside the window left a shadow on his handsome side face, and two golden rays of light glistened inwardly in his inky eyes.

“Huo Xuan.” A man's voice came from outside the door, followed by a rhythmic knock.

The dark-haired man swept away and the previously closed door gently opened.

“Huo Xuan, what just happened? You know what?" Pushing into the door was a long-haired man of thirty years, with a clean face, long eyes, and a touch of elegance. If other mercenaries were present at this time, they would be able to identify him immediately. Huo Xuan's number one expert, the world had only one of the three class IX intellectuals - Fengjun Left String.

“Master, 300 meters northwest.” Huo Xuan stood up and walked slowly to the window, ignoring the cracks on the glass, just staring calmly at the lights outside the window.

“A master? What kind of expert?” People who can be called “masters” by the world's number one strongest are at least eight and above. And as the left string of the Ninth Dementor, it was suppressed by this force, and the force is visible.

“Not worse than me.” Huo Xuan replied.

Despite the speculation in his heart, Huo Xuan himself admitted that the face of the left string still appeared amazing.

“Do you want me to go see him for a while?” The left string asked.

“No need.” Huo Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "the person's power was full of breath of death, for now it was better not to touch it. ”

The left string nodded and stopped discussing the “master” and asked: "We have sent 2 Lv8 and 1 Lv9 intellectuals this time, as well as your strong man sitting in town, can't we deal with a general zombie? Why hire someone else? ”

“Not one.” Huo Xuan replied, "Yes, two, two general zombies and...”

“And what?” Left string questioning.

Huo Xuan silenced for a moment and said, "I hope I've been worried too much. In short, it is always good to recruit more experts. ”

The next day, the limbs came out of the room soundly, followed by a relaxed sportswear emperor.

One Zombie King had a hard night, his temper was good and bad. In order to avoid a tragedy, he could have prepared dozens of bottles of milk. If he noticed something was wrong, he immediately stuffed the bottle in his mouth.

Leaning on the pouring of milk, the emperor “grew” well, stayed safe overnight, and finally came out alive.

Fortunately, Zombie King doesn't know what "mating" means!

“Jean-Claude?” Just walked out of the dormitory building and suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him. Shan can turn back and discover that the people who came here were actually Song Bin, who had almost been killed by Emperor Xiao because of several strings of roasted fish.

“What a coincidence, here we go again.” Song Bin first said hello to Shanko, then turned his gaze to the man beside him, "Who is this? ”

Jean hesitated for a moment and replied: "My friend, Wang Yi. ”

The emperor glanced at him without refuting, and his two indifferent eyes swept several Song Bin by accident.

Song Bin's little fingers trembled unnaturally, and a cold chill ran straight into his head. His face had to be slightly discolored. Instead, there was no particular reaction from the few behind him.

The stronger the power, the easier it is to induce the strong. Song Bin, as an eight-level idiot, still inevitably feared the emperor, the shock in his heart need not be said more.

“Hello, my name is Song Bin. Nice to meet you.” Song Bin stabilized his mind and reached out to the emperor.

The emperor stared at his outstretched hand and froze.

I'm sure this guy is now thinking about breaking this hand or just crushing it!

“I'm sorry, my friend is not good with people, and I apologize for the disrespect.” Shanko held Song Bin's hand in lieu of the Emperor.

Song Bin is an eight-level psychic and Huo Xuan's brother. Wherever he is placed, he is the ringing figure of the first class. The emperor can be a nobody, but he doesn't want to be an enemy for a small reason.

This grip relieved Song Bin's embarrassment slightly, but made him very uncomfortable.

You can't wait to put your hands down, Tianjin grabbed his wrist and even heard a "click bar” crisp sound.

Sound is not loud, but Song Bin's ear is naturally heard. He looked at Jean-Claude's miserable white face, looked at the wrist held tight by the emperor, and hesitantly asked: “Are you... okay? ”

Jean-Claude really wanted to cry without tears. If he knew, he wouldn't be cheap. Others' hands were fine, but his own hands were broken! Don't be reasonable!

More tragically, the nails of the emperor pierced the cocoa skin, the blood flowing out of the bright red, and the delicious aura rapidly spread in the air.

As he was about to reply, he heard the roar of zombies coming from outside the base, from far and near, accumulating much less, and finally converging into a giant wave, which burst wildly toward the location of the base.

Looking at the shadow of Song Bin several people leaving in a hurry, he was a little embarrassed: he just shook his hand...

“Zombies attacking!” The mercenaries argued and left, each picking up his weapon and preparing for battle.

Human bases are frequently attacked by zombies, and experienced mercenaries are not alarmed. However, they would never have thought that this attack would be more intense than ever.

“What's going on?” Half an hour later, the mercenaries quickly discovered something was wrong, "where did these zombies come from? How can there be so many? ”

Outside the defensive wall, countless zombies continue to gather from all sides. Initially the lowest graded grey-eyed zombies, white-eyed zombies began to appear shortly, and advanced red-eyed zombies and general-grade zombies were generally difficult to catch with the naked eye.

At one point, the people at the base were panicked. Mercenaries are not afraid to fight zombies, provided that the number and level of zombies are within their means.

Twenty against fifty is perfectly fine, but fifty against five hundred or even five thousand, I'm afraid, will die unless they are all top seven. Not to mention, as long as you get scratched or bitten by a zombie, you have a 50 percent chance of turning into a zombie. Even intellectuals above the eighth level have a 10 percent chance.

I had no idea it was just a handshake, but it caused so much trouble.

The emperor apparently had no intention of suppressing the zombies, leaving them to siege the base. The only thing you can do is stay in the room and wait for the wound to heal. As long as the zombies don't smell blood, it should dissipate slowly.

His wound was not large and he believed it would take less than an hour or two to heal.

However, at the time of the injury, the emperor disappeared and took a bottle filled with milk!

You can quickly wrap the wound thick with bandages and sprinkle it with intense perfume to make sure that no smell of blood will penetrate, then rush out of the room to find the trace of the dynasty.

He wouldn't dare let such a killer wander around the human base.