Inhuman Rampage [Unlimited]

[Player Wen human bone has joined the trial copy: Zombie Siege (Purgatory). 】

All online players on the server were shocked when they saw this prompt.

In order to facilitate players to integrate experience and familiarize themselves with props, the game provides a trial mode. In trial mode, players can enter the instance alone or in a team at any time.

If you die in the trial dungeon, the player will suffer any damage, just open the book again and enter the practice.

For players of different levels, several trial dungeons provide four dungeon difficulties: easy, medium, hard, and purgatory. Wenren Gujin happens to be the hardest purgatory difficulty.

[My God, is it purgatory when you come up? ?It's still zombie siege, obediently go crazy, I can understand that Ye Mingkong enters zombie siege, after all, people have guns with unlimited ammo, one shot at a time, it is said that human bones are swords, can he fight so many zombies? 】

[Zero-based swordsman enters purgatory? ?Earl is too cruel, isn't he? ?Is it really public revenge? ?Although... I'm so happy hahahahaha]

[Hahahahahaha wait for Big Brother Wen to cry and chirp out]

【I really want to go in and watch, my husband is inside, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo】

As soon as Wen Rengu boarded in, he found that he was on a spacious asphalt road that was deserted, and there were towering commercial buildings on both sides of the road.

This is clearly the city center, but the road is full of abandoned cars, the glass of the car building is covered with blood, and the ground beside Wen Wusheng's feet is covered with white bones and flesh.

It was already night, and the moonlight quietly cast a cold shadow on this dead city, and the blood everywhere became darker and more terrifying.

Some creatures are about to come out to feed.

There were footsteps behind him, Wen Wusheng turned his head.

The earl was not wearing a tie, and his upper body was a white shirt. He was supposed to be lazy and casual, but he held a pure black submachine gun in each of his left and right hands, making him look a little cold.

"Take it." The count threw two submachine guns to Wen Wusheng across the air, and Wen Wusheng quickly took them.

"Is it sword practice?" Wen Wusheng wondered.

"Give me the sword, let me know your level of marksmanship first, the two bullets have unlimited ammunition, so you can shoot with confidence." After the count finished speaking, waiting for Wen Wusheng to respond, the trial copy had already been activated.

[This dungeon escapes from the city and counts as customs clearance. 】

In the next second, the sky turned dark in the blink of an eye, and the hissing and howling of alien creatures came one after another. Wen Wusheng looked around, and within a few seconds, thousands of zombies, let alone a thousand, had already poured out from the surrounding buildings. , rushed to the road, surrounded him.

Three floors inside and three floors outside, circle after circle.

Gray and white corroded, bloody body, evil eyes with only whites but no black eyes, dilapidated skull, and Tyrannosaurus rex-like teeth.

They rushed towards Wen Wusheng like a tide and giant ants, densely packed.

Wen Wusheng swept at them with a gun, and the zombies in the front row fell to the ground instantly, but quickly got up, as if they were enraged, and rushed straight at Wen Wusheng.

Wen Wusheng obviously didn't expect to be so strong, he was not flustered in his busy schedule, and he shot a zombie in the head.

The zombie fell down.

It looks like a headshot.

After the count handed over the gun to Wen Rengu, he jumped onto the eaves of a nearby two-story house, sat lazily on it with his long legs hanging in the air, and examined Wen Wusheng under the moonlight.

On the ground, Wen Wusheng retreated quickly while shooting calmly. He was already level 16, and his jumping and running abilities had been greatly improved.

He was dressed in black, like a nimble and vigorous black cat, using all available obstacles to avoid the attacks of zombies, advancing from left to right, advancing and retreating from time to time, concentrating on one after another with harsh conditions, hitting One beautiful headshot after another.

The earl's eyes were full of surprise.

He heard Bai Yu say that Wen Bone's marksmanship is good, but he didn't expect it to be so good.

He doesn't even need reaction time. Shooting bullets is completely subconscious behavior. There is no reaction and time-consuming aiming in the middle of reaching and shooting. The gun seems to become an extension of his hand, completely obeying the control of his brain. It became a further extension of the hand, controlled by his brain, flying out one by one and hitting the zombie's head without any accident, causing a mess of brains to splatter.

Every time a gun is fired, a zombie will fall down.

He has clearly achieved the unity of man and gun, he feels that what is in his hand is a weapon, the gun is his hand, and hitting a shot is as natural as moving his fingers.

More zombies surged up, too many in all directions.

Rao Shiwen is unflappable in times of crisis, quick to move, and impeccably quick to respond, but he is still tired of coping.

He only had two guns, and he shot the one in front of him, and the one behind him started to grab him again. Just as he knocked off one of his feet, another one rushed over from behind and strangled him by the neck.

Wen Wusheng hit the head of the one on the neck with the butt of the gun, kicked off the zombie on his legs, half-squatted on the roof of the car, panting heavily, and just opened a distance, dozens of zombies came around again, the crab General wriggled his arms to grab his feet, and several geckos climbed up like perseverance.

They're too hard to kill, move too fast, and go through batch after batch, endlessly.

It takes time for the bullet to hit the target, and it takes time to predict. He can only kill two at a time.

Wen Wusheng quickly exhausted his strength and became unresponsive, and was instantly thrown to the ground by a few zombies.

"It's alright, it's alright!" Wen Wusheng shouted to the man on the roof who was watching coldly, seeing the fangs close at hand.

The earl raised the corner of his mouth and pressed pause.

The few zombies on his body didn't move, Wen Wusheng lifted them and stood up with lingering fear.

The count jumped down from the second floor and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye: "They are all level 16 zombies, with the same physical qualities as you, but with low intelligence and no weapons—"

Two of the top buttons of Wen Wusheng's jacket were ripped off by the zombies, and half of the hem of the clothes was ripped off, revealing a thin waist and abdomen, and where the side waist extended obliquely to the front, two sexy mermaid lines slightly protruded rise.

The earl's eyes darkened for a moment.

This person's face is not very good, but his figure is really long.

Wen Wusheng saw that he suddenly didn't speak: "What's wrong?"

The earl regained his senses, put on a teaching posture, and said lightly: "This is the role of weapons. Weapons can allow humans to easily kill a large number of companions who are almost as physical as him, but weapons are also superior and inferior. The nuclear bomb knives of the human race , are not at the same level, the difference mainly lies in the degree and scope of damage."

"You want to say that the blood sword is of a higher level than that gun?" Wen Wusheng said.

The Earl was a little surprised by his quick response.

As soon as the earl spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the sword, pushed himself down to level 16, and started the instance again.

Countless paused zombies bared their teeth and rushed towards him, and also towards Wen Wusheng, but before they could even pounce on Wen Wusheng, their heads had already been cut off by streaks of bloody sword light.

The slender figure moved quickly and accurately, and after several sword movements, countless zombies had fallen, and wreckage was everywhere.

The person in front of him stood still with one hand in his pocket, the tip of his black hair fluttering in the wind, the tip of the blood sword held in his pale hand was dripping with blood, and the blade was glowing red.

As a modern person, Wen Wusheng realized the charm of cold weapons for the first time in this scene.

Even though they were also at level 16, the zombies had no power to fight back against the earl who was wielding a sword.

The sword can deal with such a dense situation more easily than a gun with unlimited ammunition.

The count said indifferently: "The gun relies on its launching principle. Its own performance determines its rate of fire, range, and lethality, but the sword has no such restrictions. If you understand what I mean..."

The Earl smiled, and the next moment, Wen Wusheng saw the "Level 16" above his head disappear, and he canceled the pressure.

The dense group of zombies moved again.

Wen Wusheng didn't even know how the Earl swung his sword. Like a nuclear explosion, the circle of zombies closest to them fell down instantly, spreading rapidly like shock and ripples, and the zombies fell down one after another like dominoes.

After more than ten seconds, there were no other creatures of his height on half of the road, and the vision was unprecedentedly clear.

They all turned into lumps of wreckage.

The only person standing beside him was the immaculate, sassy and cold earl.

Wen Wusheng's heart beat suddenly.

He got it.

There must be a reason for its existence. Cold weapons are still not out of date in such a world full of ghosts, which shows that they have the advantages replaced by hot weapons.

To put it bluntly, human beings rely on thermal weapons. Without thermal weapons, human beings are still powerless. The gun itself does not depend on the ability of human beings, or in other words, it only relies on the ability of human beings to aim. ability.

He could use that gun, anyone who could take aim.

Whether it can be effective depends only on the user's aiming ability.

Therefore, in turn, human beings will also be limited by parameters such as the gun's rate of fire, range, and lethality, because that is determined by the nature of the gun itself, and has nothing to do with the user.

No matter how awesome the user is, he can't press the trigger to shoot two bullets.

Even if he hits every shot, he only has two hands and two guns, and he can only shoot two zombies at a time.

Even if he gets to the zombies, the gun has enough range, and he can shoot if he wants to.

The earl said lightly: "I deny that that gun is very suitable for you now, but when you meet someone whose movement speed is faster than that gun's fire rate in the future, the so-called perfect shooting becomes a joke. The so-called aiming ability , has become the most useless ability."

"The only difference is that the former relies on the gun, while the latter relies on the sword. The sword is as strong as you are. The lethality of this sword depends only on the user himself. strength, it will never break."

"Man should not be limited by arms."

Wen Wusheng seemed to move.

"When you come to my position, you will find that the ceiling of many things is doomed since its birth. Only itself has no ceiling and can always break through."

"This is the difference between only training one ability of aiming ability or training all abilities."

"The former allows you to reach the sky in one step and then stop somewhere, while the latter allows you to be silent and invincible."

"Since you can understand the unity of human and spear, it is only a matter of time before you master the unity of human and sword."

Earl was really surprised.

The consciousness of the person in front of him has reached an unimaginable height.

His consciousness is limited by his body.

The count continued: "I think the sword has any moves. It is only used to kill the enemy. You can use it however you want, use it as you like, use it as you like, and use it as you like. It can be used as a machete."

"Think of him as an extension of your hand, brain, and will, so that all your thoughts will naturally become reality through it."

It was easy for Wen Wusheng to understand what he was talking about. He liked guns because he liked the feeling of expanding his will, as if his consciousness had grown wings and could fly where the bullets could go.

He used to even feel from time to time that consciousness manipulated the bullet to fly to where it should go, and the body was just a cumbersome carrier, and the body needed continuous training to catch up with consciousness.

For the first time, Wen Wusheng truly realized the Earl's strength.

This man is far-sighted, and the shortest shortcut he takes is not to take shortcuts.

His thinking determines his height, he believes in weapons, and he only believes in himself.

In front of you is the ceiling of the ghost world.

Knowing this point once again, Wen Wusheng was secretly motivated, if he wanted to be his man, he must not be weaker than him...

The Earl didn't dislike him, he felt worthy of him.

No matter how powerful people are, they all have enemies. In this world, there is no such thing as a solitary seeking defeat. The earl must have an evenly matched opponent.

At that time, I can't protect him.

He meant that he must be his man, but he just said that he never wanted that to happen...

Take precautions, right, what if?

"What are you thinking?" the Count frowned.

Wen Wusheng came back to his senses and coughed: "It's nothing."

The earl said: "Don't think about that gun. Take a step back and say that just because you gave up the gun doesn't mean you won't use it anymore. You're just exploring unknown areas. What you've already mastered will always belong to you." You, if you try or make a mistake, you can turn back at any time, this is an advantage that others do not have."

Wen Wusheng let out a soft "hmm".

He wasn't thinking about the gun.

He wasn't even thinking about the gun.

"I've finished the theory, but to be honest, it's useless, only actual combat is useful. I can't help you with this. Practice it yourself, don't embarrass me." The count said.

Just as Wen Wusheng was about to nod obediently to get the sword, the Earl remembered that his previous bastard behavior was too open-minded, and was afraid that he would be obedient and counterproductive, so he thought about it and added: "I'll check it later, if it's wrong, Let you kiss."