The rise of the corpse king, starting with hundreds of millions of flesh and blood

Although the ability of the Turbaned Corpse King is very suitable for team battles, it still pales in comparison under the overwhelming numbers.

Moreover, in the battlefield, a burst of greenery soon rose and became more and more intense, and the corpse king's flowerpot had already exerted its domain power.

In an instant, countless vines surged up, like a giant green wave, covering the sky and spreading rapidly to all directions.

The Indian zombies passing by on the way were pierced one after another, their flesh and blood sucked dry, or they were hung up high and their necks were twisted directly.

In just a few breaths, a large oasis appeared in the originally snowy valley.

The green grass was soon covered with pink energy, and small flowers bloomed from it. The strong pollen spread and began to hallucinate the nearby zombies.

Obviously, it was the second generation Duo and Xiaohua who took action.

Her collaboration with the flower pots is a bit like a combo, with pink flowers and green leaves, which look very good together.

In the cold white snowfield, there are green vegetation growing and delicate flowers blooming, which looks eerie and beautiful.

But beneath this unique beauty, there is endless bloody killing.

The collective lethality of the flower pots and small flowers was so strong that the Indian corpse tide rapidly decreased in number. Before long, more than half of them were dead.

Several corpse kings from the Indian Kingdom were completely confused when they saw this.

Especially the thick legs at the beginning.

"How could this be?"

He obviously had a smooth start, and even the Bald Corpse King was able to return victorious, but what greeted him was death.

In the swaying tide of corpses, Big Thick Legs quickly saw a bald figure walking slowly towards this side.

His fierce eyes widened and he immediately asked loudly.

"Bald, what's going on with all this?"

"Bald head, I'm actually a little mushroom."

Mushroom said, his voice had changed, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, countless fungal spores spread out, fell on the Indian zombies, and began to parasitize crazily.

The zombies screamed in pain and fell to the ground, and red tumors grew out, layer by layer, completely sucking their flesh and blood dry.

"This...."

The thick legs looked horrified.

Fake! It turns out everything is fake...

The real bald man has long since died.

But then, the red tumors on the ground began to squirm, and they quickly mimicked each other, with bald figures standing up from the ground.

Their postures were distorted, their faces expressionless, and they all turned to look at the thick legs.

"Oh my God!"

Seeing this horrifying scene, Big Thick Legs was so frightened that he lost all will to fight and only had the thought of running away.

Now they are completely at a disadvantage and have no hope of winning.

Big Thick Legs felt that it was important to save his life, and planned to use his super speed to escape from this place of death.

The muscles in its legs bulged, and it turned around and fled at an extremely fast speed. It stepped on corpses or boulders and jumped one after another with extremely flexible movements.

The scenery on both sides receded, leaving afterimages behind.

While running with all his strength, few corpses could catch up with him. Seeing that there was hope of leaving, he immediately worked harder.

But soon, the big and thick-legged figure suddenly stopped in place, and his fierce eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a huge sense of crisis in his heart.

Because in front of him, there was a slender figure standing, blocking his way, and tilting his head to look at him.

What attracted the most attention to the corpse was that this corpse king actually had a mechanical claw.

"Get out of my way quickly! Otherwise I won't be polite!"

In anxiety, Big Thick Legs shouted sharply.

Xiaoba stood there, unmoved at all, and even had a look of disdain on his ferocious face.

The sharp teeth of the thick legs are clenched, the body is arched, and the starting posture is like a sharp arrow about to leave the string!

He was already planning to rush past Xiaoba.

His thick legs suddenly exerted force, and the snow under his feet was trampled into a big hole. As he ran quickly, snowflakes flew behind him.

This is the fastest he has run since he awakened his ability. Even his figure has become blurred and his movements can no longer be seen clearly.

"Come on, see if you can block it!"

Big Thick Legs roared in his heart.

However, Xiao Ba in front of him suddenly moved, and the next second, he disappeared from the spot.

Two speed zombie kings passed by each other on the way.

Xiao Ba instantly waved his claws and cut his neck, and a head flew out immediately.

However, due to inertia, the thick-legged, headless corpse slid forward a long way before finally stopping. The snow along the way was stained red, leaving a shocking trace.

Big thick legs, pawn!

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As the massacre continued, the corpse kings of India also began to die one after another.

They were defeated like a mountain and quickly dispersed, fleeing in all directions like headless flies.

"so horrible!"

The turbaned corpse king was horrified. He didn't know where the zombie tide came from. They were extremely evolved, especially the elite aces, who were simply executioners born for killing.

The tide is now gone, and it's completely one-sided.

The zombies under him were crushed, and there was no one enemy at all.

Therefore, saving life is the most important thing now. The Turban Corpse King plans to take his younger brother to break through the encirclement and leave here.

"withdraw!"

They turned and ran outside.

The zombies around it are the core strength of the zombie nest, and their strength is not weak. They knocked down many zombies that blocked their way along the way.

But in the sky, there were suddenly a few crows circling, quacking and screaming sadly.

"what?"

The turbaned corpse king looked up at the sky. For some reason, he felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if death was about to come in the next second.

At this moment, a burst of overwhelming coercion came over like a torrential sea of ​​blood, covering up the zombies.

Obviously, the real king appears.

The turbaned zombie king felt his body sink, as if he was under tremendous pressure. Some weak zombies around him seemed to be crushed by big hands before they exploded.

The ground seemed to have turned into a huge magnet, and corpses fell one after another.

The surrounding blood mist is rising, and under the sunlight, it forms a Dali Garden effect, like thousands of silk threads hanging down, dyeing the entire area red.

Through the strange scarlet color, a figure in white appeared on the boulder ahead.

His eyes were calm, looking at the bloody killings in front of him, unmoved at all, like a ruthless god.

The turbaned corpse king stared with his eyes straightened.

He has never felt such a powerful pressure from the Corpse King, and the uneasiness in his heart is even stronger, as if he is wandering on the edge of the abyss, and will fall into the boundless darkness inadvertently.

"too strong..."

The turbaned corpse king's heart was throbbing. Judging by his breath alone, the corpse king in front of him was definitely one of the best in the world.

This was the first time he met Lin Dong, and of course... it was probably the last time.

At the same time, Lin Dong was also sizing him up. The Indian Corpse King in front of him could barely reach the SS level, but his own abilities were not strong, so he was somewhat useful in team battles, but... that was just a little bit useful.

Use four words to evaluate him: Not as good as the Night Fury!

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