Your Highness, zombies are coming

As a villain boss, his lines are still so lackluster. Issa sighed in his heart. After being teased twice in a row, he wanted to beat that bumbling zombie more than anyone else. However, in this In front of the terrifying virus transformation, human physical strength and weapons have become the most inconspicuous decorations.

The fire just now wasn’t big enough, he thought, and then quickly looked around, the secretions had already occupied most of the space, outside the marble platform, there wasn’t even a place to stand—as long as people stepped on it, those secretions were like liquid. The jelly-like thing will slowly erode up. It only takes 1 minute or less, and the human skin will come into contact with the mucus. Luna's bleeding arm is the best illustration.

"But you didn't become a god, Lild." Luna took two steps forward, and kicked back the rag-like clothes.

"You're just a lump of dead flesh, a monster made up of some powerful virus heads, look at yourself, you look exactly like those walking corpses outside." She provoked not so wisely.

"Layla, and I should all die completely when the virus is infected. Obviously, your management doesn't want this to happen. Everything is your mistake." Lild nodded in agreement, and he stroked Girlfriend's hair, like two people just cuddling together. "I remember you, Luna, who brought those medicines to the chemical warehouse. Of course, they work a little too well for zombies. I guess your research team didn't discover this in advance."

"I've never done anything like this," Luna said.

Issa picked up the dress calmly. It was covered with undried blood and sticky soil. It was not an easy material to ignite. He only had a five-cent lighter in his hand. Dysplasia, it just disappears when the cloth is draped over it.

"Come on, miss, I'm not interested in your defense at all, you will soon become one of us..." Lild patted the monster with a human face beside him, as if urging a pet dog to go Like looking for a dart, the thing twisted its body, and the torso, which was more than ten inches long, had no other organs except folds and pustules.

"I will probe all your thoughts, just like God is to his believers." He said softly, a thick vine shattered the stone carving straight, and Lild looked at Issa with obvious Smile: "Oh, and of course you, and your lover's little secret."

The two things opened their mouths, inside were densely packed canine teeth and bright red swollen gums, just like the jaws of sharks, one layer after another, as if its only function was chewing—of course this was still Not all, the virus can always dig out some new shapes that make people unable to eat. Isa saw the monster's tongue, which curled up like a leech, spit out some yellowish mucus.

The man gave it a bullet without hesitation. As he predicted, the bullet could only give it an extra impact, just like the speed bump in front of the toll booth. The monster's mouth opened wider, An abyss-like throat was exposed, and dozens of finger-thin pink granules rolled, eagerly revealing the tips with burrs.

It seems that the plants on the earth have given a lot of inspiration to a certain virus. It is no longer limited to spiders and centipedes, but can they add a little bit of aesthetics, such as blooming a lily on the top of the head... Isa Four shots were fired into the disgusting head, each aimed at the forehead, but did nothing of real value other than add an extra crater to the skinless face.

Issa took a few steps back, and further down, there was a messy pile of secretions. The stone platform was too flat, and even the only shelter was broken into several pieces.

Sometimes, people have to face some unbearable challenges, such as catching a zombie with an unknown number of genes mixed with their bare hands-the part connected to the head is also covered with slime, just like catching a slippery amphibian , is cold, inhuman touch.

Issa held the head of that thing, half of its face was split open, and the limit of its mouth almost reached the back of its head. It seemed to lack vocal cords, so it could only use the sticky sound of teeth and lips and tongue, similar to the flesh and blood being squeezed. The sound of tearing.Issa's dagger pierced straight into the top of its spine. If it still had that thing, in fact, the density of this thing was astonishing, and it completely lost its animal characteristics.

The man swiped down with all his strength, the things under his hand were shaking violently, and he could hardly control it anymore.A crack parallel to the corner of the mouth was getting bigger and bigger, almost gathering at the back of the monster's head, like a years-old scar, constantly bulging on the smooth surface, as if something was about to break out from the inside.

Issa put all his weight down, he had to hurry up, even if it was a second earlier, damn it, a little shit-like monster was about to jump out of it and hit his face, this is very useful according to Roman The knife just couldn't cut it.

A dark, finger-thick abdomen is protruding from it, like a baby bird pecking through an eggshell, slowly but can get out at any time.Both hands of the man were on the handle of the knife. After the other party struggled violently, the next process was unbelievably easy. He felt that he was cutting in the air, but the monster's head had already fallen on the ground. The ground, rolled over twice, and mixed with the solution under the marble table.

This dagger of unknown material is glowing, showing silver lines on the blade. Issa has seen this color more than once—for example, the finger buckle that Roman often wears on his hand. When attacking, its A similar light would flicker around the edges.Issa never liked men wearing messy accessories. He criticized Carol's taste more than once. That kid just likes things that jingle.When this standard was placed on Roman, he seemed much more tolerant, and even remembered the alien symbols on a certain ring clearly.

He took a few breaths before he got up from the ground. On the other side was the corpse of the second monster with a human face. Luna smashed its entire head with a scrapped shotgun. She stared at Lild, who still had a look on his face. Standing in place calmly, clapping hands sparingly.

"I'm going to be touched by your will to survive." He said in a deadpan tone, with a stiff smile like a plastic model. "Open your eyes and take a good look. What's left around? I guarantee that the outside environment won't be much better. I've already sent someone to the water tower, but let him jump into the reservoir. Although that guy is very Stupid, but it's always been done so well that the whole base gets infected and everybody dances in a circle—it's a heartwarming image, isn't it?"

The white-haired zombie laughed dryly, the sound that was no different from the phonograph in the 50s was still continuing, from his fingers and the thorny branches protruding from his back frantically gushed out, extending towards Luna's direction , Those plants moved so fast that they curled up around Luna's limbs almost in the blink of an eye.

Just as Issa took two steps, those vines lingering outside sprouted over, one of which dragged out his left leg, and the man inevitably fell to the ground.

He subconsciously cursed the bad luck that the dagger fell a few inches away, out of reach even with his middle finger stretched out—immediately behind, a series of plants had climbed over, like It was like a rope wrapped around Issa.

The man reluctantly focused his eyes on Lild, those thorns almost made Luna get off the ground, blood began to flow down her neck, and those white plant thorns meandered downwards, a bit dazzling red.The strength of those vines made one's whole body numb, as if even the blood could block it. Issa struggled once or twice, and even he himself knew that it was a small and negligible movement.

"At the end of the day, you're still the same unattractive person," Liard said.

"You too." Luna said with difficulty, her breathing was short of breath. As a person whose neck was tightly wound, this is not a good sign. "...I just don't understand, what happened to the memory of zombies, you guys are yelling about a bunch of things that never happened..."

"Looks like our generous benefactor is about to make another speech, Layla," said the zombie, his lips the color of freshly fallen snow, but the inside of his mouth was dark as he spoke. "Sorry, my girlfriend doesn't like you all the time, I have to give her a chance to vent her dissatisfaction."

The deformed lump of glued flesh on his chest came to life, and the female zombie named Leila still retained her delicate facial features and even the previous light makeup.Only half of her shoulder and neck remained, attached to her boyfriend.

"Hey..." She opened her mouth and twisted her neck. The part where the two individuals joined together began to crack, turning into a soft and deformed crimson mass. In a few seconds, they pieced together Except for the female upper body—the zombie raised her head, she was almost touching Luna, and her pointed canines were twice as long as ordinary people.

Issa just wants to move his hands to his waist, there are four bullets in the gun, but he can't do anything, it feels like a slaughterhouse animal, there is nothing to do except watch the death of his companions Done.

Then he heard a boom, but he couldn't see anything clearly because he was lying on the ground. It must be something very powerful. The shock wave from the bomb even made some gravel bounce.