Reverend Insanity

Ding Hao hid in a bush and looked down at the merchant team at the foot of the mountain, licking his lips with excitement.

“According to the message left in the cave, as long as I kill a thousand people and save up a zombie squad, I can get out of here and go to the Swamp Mountains and officially become Master's disciple! ”

He was originally only a Yamano villager, and was recruited as a labor force by a merchant team passing through the village.

But as they passed the headstone mountain, the merchants were besieged by a large number of zombies. He was abandoned, used as cannon ash, and broken with dozens of other domestic slaves.

The rest of them were dead, and he fled to the mountains in panic. As we were walking down the road, we suddenly found a cave very safe and the surrounding zombies didn't dare wander around the cave.

As he entered the cave, he discovered a monastic legacy.

Originally, the magician slaughtered a family, and after erecting a tablet on the ruins, he left a secret inheritance at this time.

This inheritance is so hidden that it takes a mortal to inherit it it.

Ding Hao, in this cave, first opened his knowledge, then slowly practiced, step by step to pass the test.

He was originally only C and other qualifications, but there were rare tricks in the cave. After using it, he was upgraded to B and other qualifications.

Ding Hao practiced in Tombstone Mountain and spent more than eight years practicing to the third transboundary realm. He reached the standard and broke into the final secret room.

In the Chamber of Secrets, the magician left only one inscription, calling himself the Zodiac King of the Second Generation. If there really is a descendant here, it means that there is cause. If you wish, you can go to the Swamp Mountain worshipper and follow yourself into the South China River.

As a final test, the Zombies of the Second Generation demanded that future generations must slaughter a thousand people while saving up a great army of zombies. There are also detailed criteria, such as at least how many white hair zombies, how many black hair zombies, and how many green hair zombies. But if you have a blue-haired zombie, you need one, even if you meet the entry criteria.

Ding Hao is honest. Honest people often have the advantage of being solid.

He practiced alone on Tombstone Hill for more than eight years. To endure loneliness and loneliness can only be accompanied by zombies, one by one will be cultivated into three turns.

He was a domestic slave, and he didn't know anything about the world of magicians because he was just watching.

At a time when he was confused, the inscription undoubtedly gave him a whole new direction of life, giving him another goal to strive for.

The second generation of Zodiac King was also originally a domestic slave, both of the same origins, which added to Ding Hao's deep sense of identity.

After seeing this inscription, Ding Hao began his efforts to kill while accumulating zombies.

Ding Hao soon discovered that the two tasks were actually complementary.

After he kills someone, he can use the body to get a new zombie. And with the addition of a new zombie, he will have more power in his hands, which will kill more people.

Tombstone Mountain is situated on one of the three most important commercial roads in Nanjiang, and the merchant team passes every month.

Ding Hao spent almost three more years, and by this time, he was finally close to success.

And this merchant team at the foot of the mountain is the last stepping stone to his success!

This is a great prey!

The merchant team had a big, small, large merchant team passing by, Ding Hao always hid far away. Medium-sized merchants, Ding Hao also dared not its sharp. Only those small merchants, Ding Hao dared to attack and secretly command the zombie hunt.

When they're lucky, the merchants will abandon some of the livestock, or the domestic slaves.

When you're unlucky, you get stubborn and the zombies get slaughtered and lose a lot. Can only be re-accumulated.

But this merchant team at the bottom of the mountain, less than a small one, is already crippled. The old man, like the old man with the age of candles, was complaining and seemed to be able to light it down with just one finger.

Ding Hao was confident and took care of the business team.

He thinks it's a gift from God to himself.

The night was quiet and a cloud slowly flowed over, shielding the moonlight.

Around the camp, dimmed.

“Kill." Ding Hao's eyes lit up and drank in the dark in his heart. The arranged zombie army sailed from all directions to the camp.

“What's that sound?” The reconnaissance magician outside the merchant camp was very vigilant.

“Found something?!” Several of the magicians around him were nervous.

The eyes of the five magicians all stared at the darkness ahead.

The moonlight was covered by clouds, but the camp lit huge bonfires.

The bonfire blew in the mountain breeze, shouting and burning.

As the fire changed, a zombie covered in white hair jumped into the field of view of the reconnaissance magician.

Several magicians looked at each other and laughed.

“Ha ha, a white hair stiff. ”

“Cut, freak out, scare the shit out of me. ”

“Xiao San, go solve this wretched zombie...” The head of the magician, carelessly.

This white-haired zombie, the weakest in battle, is no better than an ordinary beast.

“Yes, boss.” A young magician walked over with a smile.

“Watch out for its corpse poison, it's got it on, it's gonna be a bit of trouble. I didn't interpret the trick.” The therapist in the team warned.

“Got it, got it. Do you think I'm a three-year-old?” The young magician who walked out waved impatiently.

If you really want to get poisoned, you have to ask other magicians to help you with your treatment, at least half a stone.

But this white-haired zombie, with a glance at the attack, dodges well. Since entering Tombstone Mountain, many young magicians have been killed.

“This kind of thing, just pay attention to dodging, it's fine... uhh!” Young magicians are muttering to themselves and suddenly their voices are pounding and their pace stalls.

His pupils shrunk and his mouth widened, revealing extreme horror.

“What's the matter?” The five magicians in the rear noticed something was wrong and asked hastily.

The young magician was reminded by the sound that he was trembling like an electric shock and turned around and ran back.

“Quick, signal. Zombies!” He shouted and panicked.

“A white-haired zombie, afraid of an egg... me, my grass! ”

Four magicians screamed simultaneously.

Approximately hundreds of white-haired zombies jumped towards the camp. White-haired zombies are also blended with stronger black-haired zombies.

The campfire is burning, shadowed in the dark, not knowing how many more zombies are approaching.

Bells...

In the camp, the goons burst.

“There's a bunch of zombies approaching the camp! ”

“They surround the entire camp! ”

“Come on, come on, everybody, get up and defend...”

Jarron also had deputy chiefs who climbed the temporarily constructed wooden walls, all of whose faces were extremely stiff.

“Damn, which fairy did the merchant offend this time? Bad luck! ”

“I've been past Tombstone Mountain more than a dozen times, and I've never seen such a massive corpse before today...”

“Gentlemen, complaining is useless. This is it, if you want to live, you have to fight hard! ”

“Join forces and destroy this zombie pack!! ”

The camp was filled with roars and morale. The opposing zombie army is silent, with only the constant jumping of the landing.

The two sides form a bizarre and stark contrast.

The killing soon began to unfold.

The magicians guarded themselves with wooden walls and carried out all kinds of far-sighted attacks. The camp is surrounded by five colors of light, ice cones, fireballs, vines, rolling stones, etc., giving the zombie forerunner a head stick.

A lot of white stiffness, falling to the ground, being smashed into pieces, burned into coke, frozen into ice, crushed into meat mud.

“Kill it, kill it. Heh...” Ding Hao lurked in the hillside, grinning.

He is no longer Chu brother, he has accumulated experience over the years, these are the ashes, the purpose of which is to send to consume the true elements of the magicians.

It turns out that moments later, the magicians' attacking power became obviously thin and weak.

“I can't, there's not much real money left. ”

“I'm going back to Mayuan too! ”

“Somebody take my place. Goddamn it, how does this white hair stiffness keep happening? ”

With too few merchant magicians and a constant stream of white hair zombies, the merchants finally rushed under the wooden wall under pressure.

These makeshift, rudimentary wooden walls made a precarious sound as the corpses crashed into each other.

“Damn it, hold it, hold it! ”

“Send the reserve up for backup. ”

Both sides were deadlocked on and off the wooden walls. Ding Hao was distressed by the heavy loss of white hair zombies when one side had to strike in and the other side had to guard this narrow junction.

“It's your turn, babes.” He read his mind, a bunch of brunette zombies, coming up from behind and joining the battlefield.

White-haired zombies move slowly, can suffer from sunlight, and cannot walk in broad daylight.

If you feed it with fresh blood, you'll grow into a brunette zombie in a few years. These zombies are covered in black hair, stronger, more defensive, and jumping faster. Though it burns in the sun, it's no longer as fearful as a white hair zombie.

The Black Furry Zombie's power is already equivalent to the Beast King!

The black-haired zombies sent by Ding Hao, with more than fifty heads, gathered together to fight. Another defensive weakness in the camp was found, and a wall was immediately torn to pieces and collapsed.

Despite the barracks, manpower was mobilized to intercept. Still, however, a few black hairs were stiff and swept deep into the camp.

A black-haired zombie swept his arms across and swept a spinning magician away.

The magician fell to the ground and could not climb up. Dark fur jumped and jumped toward it.

“My life is over!” The magician closed his eyes desperately and suddenly heard a loud bang.

He opened his eyes, a solid figure, in front of him. And the black hair was stiff, and it fell in the distance.

“It's the Dark Lord of the Zhang family!” The magician was shocked.

Ho!

That black hair stiffness was punched by Fang Yuan, his chest collapsed, but he didn't die, but he jumped again and killed in the direction.

The square source covered a layer of white manicured armor, slightly wrinkled his eyebrows, as it approached, grabbed his arms and tore them apart.

When the black hair stalled, it was torn in half by the tremendous force of the square source.

A bloody splash of corpse poison, all propped up by White Mang's false armor.

Fangyuan threw away two corpses at random, and such injuries, even the blue hair of the king of beasts, would perish.

“Thank you, Lord Black Earth, for your help!” The rescued magician was completely photographed by Fang Yuan, and his heart shouted with joy and admiration.

Sources ignored him, but turned their eyes to a chaotic battlefield.