Chapter 183: A Ruined World, Gods Save the World

Chapter 183: A Ruined World, Gods Save the World

Chapter 183: A Ruined World, Gods Save the World

The rotten bird flapped its broken wings and flew across the gray sky, carrying the breath of death.

During the flight, its feathers fell like dead leaves, and it quickly passed through the ruins of the dilapidated city, and finally landed on the rusty iron railings outside a fortress building, raising its head and making a low, hoarse hiss.

The empty and lifeless eyes looked towards the tightly closed metal door.

Snapped!
The sound of gunfire suddenly rang out in the silence, tearing through the heavy air.

The red bullet cut through the gray twilight and hit the immortal bird accurately. Its body disintegrated instantly, and rotten flesh and broken bones splattered everywhere, turning into a ball of black smoke that was torn apart by violence.

"Hey, my shooting skills are pretty good, right?" A thin humanoid man emerged from the dense sandstorm, with a revolver-shaped pistol in his hand spinning continuously on his index finger.

"Hei Pi, use your bullets sparingly. The underground fortress's bullet stock is running low. We should use our bullets on those annoying looters."

A thin figure walked out again from the diffuse khaki dust. He was carrying a heavy bag and holding a large modified weapon in his hand.

At this moment, two figures came to the rusty metal gate.

As his friend continued to complain, the figure known as Hei Pi pulled down his mask and grinned, revealing his white teeth:
"We've had a good harvest today, so don't worry about it."

As he spoke, he looked at the camera above the metal gate and waved.

Soon, the metal door made a low and harsh metal friction sound, as if a giant beast was waking up from its slumber.

As the metal gate moved, rust chips fell and sprinkled on the dust accumulated in front of the door.

The door hinges creaked under the heavy weight, as if they would collapse completely in the next second.

The metal gate opened only half a meter wide before stopping. Two figures then passed through the metal gate and entered.

Entering the safety tunnel, a smell mixed with rusty metal and disinfectant hits you in the face.

The passage inside the door was narrow and dim, and the emergency light above the head flickered, as if it would go out at any time.

Walking along the tunnel, we saw various mottled warning signs posted on the walls. Most of them were blurred and we could barely make out some words such as "Virus isolation, no approach allowed" and "Emergency evacuation route".

The thick steel beams nearby are crisscrossed in all directions. The interior of the fortress is like a huge honeycomb, surrounded by densely packed rooms and passages, and each room has a different function.

When we arrived at the hall, countless figures cast their eyes over.

The man called Heipi pointed to the bag behind his friend, opened his arms and cheered:

"We got a good harvest today, a batch of compressed biscuits that were 25 years out of date."

Hearing this, the emaciated survivors in the hall's eyes lit up and they cheered.

After Heipi briefly communicated with the searchers in the hall about the location of the search for supplies, he took the bag handed to him by his friend and went to the energy supply room.

This is the core area of ​​the fortress, divided into two areas: the energy supply area and the communication center. The dull roar of the generator is deafening.

Various pipes and wires crisscross the room, like the blood vessels and nerves of a steel behemoth, supplying energy to sustain the survival of the entire fortress.

In the communication area, a row of old equipment flashed dim lights, and elderly men stood in front of the instruments, trying to capture even the slightest signal from the outside world.

However, to this day, all they get is endless silence and death.

When you reach the end, push open a door and you will find the supply storage room of the fortress shelter.

The few available foods, medicines and daily necessities are stored in the cans on the shelves, which are rusted and the labels are almost unrecognizable.

Heipi clearly remembered that he saw the leader take out this batch of cans for display when he was very young.

But it has never been opened. It is placed here just for psychological comfort and to quench thirst.

The medicine boxes on the shelves were also damaged, revealing the uneven pills inside. The scarce supplies were like the Grim Reaper's scythe hanging over the survivors' heads, constantly reminding them of the difficulties of the road ahead.

He handed the backpack full of compressed biscuits to the woman who managed the supplies in the room, who purified them. Then Hei Pi went straight back to the living area and pushed open a wooden door.

A group of children were huddled together in the room. They had sallow faces, thin bodies, and tired looks in their eyes.

Heipi carefully took out a piece of chocolate that had already melted and deformed from his pocket. The children's attention was instantly attracted to it, and desire in their eyes involuntarily ignited.

"Brother Heipi, you are hiding supplies." An older child reminded in a low voice.

Hei Pi didn't answer. He squatted down, tore off the tin foil on the surface of the chocolate, broke off a finger-sized piece, and handed it to the child who was speaking:
"Eat, and stop talking nonsense."

"Thank you, Blackie."

The older children plucked up the courage, took the chocolate, divided it into small pieces of different sizes, and passed them to their friends.

The children took the chocolate and put it in their mouths. The long-lost and almost forgotten sweetness spread on their tongues, and satisfied smiles appeared on their dirty faces.

The chocolates were distributed to the children one by one. Heipi did not keep any for himself and turned to leave the room.

Hei Pi's room is on the basement floor, a 30-square-meter room.

After taking off all his equipment and placing them aside, he went to the bathroom.

I squatted down, grabbed a handful of dry fine sand, and smeared it on my body. The sand slowly flowed down between my fingers, leaving a rough touch.

Rub gently, the sand particles will rub against the skin, making a slight "rustling" sound, removing the oil and dirt on the skin surface.

He continued to apply the sand to his chest, back, and legs, the grains rolling over his skin like countless tiny brushes.

After cleaning, he stood up, patted and shook his body vigorously, and the sand fell down like a layer of old shell peeling off from his body. Although his skin was still dry, it felt a little more refreshed.

After walking out of the bathroom and getting dressed again, he went to sit down at the desk.

He lit up a dim lamp, took out a tattered book and began to read it.

The book was left by the previous owner of the room, and it records many scenes of the world before the outbreak of the immortal virus.

Turning the pages of the book, my fingertips gently stroke the long-faded pictures. Under the blue sky and white clouds, children are running on the green grass, and their laughter seems to come through the pages.

On the bustling city streets, neon lights are flashing, people are bustling around, with carefree smiles on their faces, and the blue ocean is sparkling, and you can almost smell the salty and humid sea breeze.

He stared at the images, his eyes gradually becoming dazed.

To him, these scenes seemed like phantoms from another world, as distant as a dream.

He tried to imagine such a world, but he had no corresponding memories to weave the picture.

Blue sky and white clouds?

The fact is, every time he walked out of the shelter of the fortress, what he saw when he looked up was always a gray sky covered by a thick layer of dust, making it almost impossible for sunlight to penetrate.

Green grass?
The areas he explored only had cracked soil and large amounts of withered vegetation; it was hard to find even a hint of life.

The more beautiful the description in the book was, the more he felt an indescribable sense of alienation.

Those bustling streets, clear rivers, warm sunshine... in his eyes, it was like a fairy tale that had never existed.

He has doubted countless times whether such a world really existed, or whether it was just a beautiful fantasy woven by humans in despair.

At least he had never seen it with his own eyes.

It looks very much like the can in the old chief's hand, but there is most likely no food (real food) inside.

He closed the book and sighed softly.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the spine of the book. A faint musty smell mixed with the smell of dust emanated from the pages, just like the world he was in now, which was heading towards decay.

He carefully put the book back in the corner, burying a dream that had been out of reach since birth.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, he lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

The beautiful scenes described in the book appeared in my dream, but when I woke up, there was only a dim room smelling musty.

Putting his arms on his forehead and looking at the ceiling, Heipi began to have wild thoughts.

Just as he was about to get up, there was a loud knock on the door:
"Heipi, get up and be alert. A large number of immortal zombies are attacking the fortress."

When Heipi heard this, his relaxed nerves instantly tensed up. He quickly jumped out of the bed, dressed quickly, and ran to the exploration hall soon.

Dozens of fully armed warriors had already gathered here. Seeing him coming, his friend "Xiao Jin", who had grown up with him, came over nervously and handed him a modified weapon:

"Heipi, prepare for battle, the immortal zombies are coming."

As he spoke, Heipi pointed to the big screen above the hall.

The screen is divided into 16 parts, each placed near the fortress to monitor the outside environment.

The cold numbers and images jumped, and finally froze on a scene of desolate urban ruins.

In the picture, under the gray sky, groups of immortal zombies are slowly moving towards the fortress.

Their bodies were twisted and broken, their skin was rotten, revealing their white bones, and their steps forward were staggering.

As time goes by, the number of immortal zombies appearing in the picture continues to grow, like a black tide, slowly submerging the picture that the camera can capture.

Realizing that the zombie phenomenon had occurred, Heipi couldn't help but tighten the weapon in his hand.

Wandering zombies are a phenomenon in the doomsday world, where immortal zombies gather while wandering aimlessly. Since the immortal zombies in the front have physical defects and move relatively slowly, the number of immortal zombies gathering in the back increases.

Gradually, a huge immortal army was formed, marching forward in a mighty manner.

This process is like a traffic jam on a highway, where vehicles driving at a low speed in front are driving side by side, causing more and more vehicles to be congested behind.

Immortal zombies evolve very quickly and have a very keen sense of smell.

Among them, some "special species" have emerged that can sense whether there is fresh blood nearby from a long distance.

Such a huge tide of immortal zombies may be caused by this special species.

The zombie tide may launch a devastating attack on the fortress at any time.

If this really happened, the fortress's explosion-proof doors might not be able to withstand the destruction of these powerful monsters.

All the combat personnel gathered in the hall, staring at the large screen above. The tense and depressing atmosphere was almost suffocating.

"Release the disinfectant."

At this time, a gray-haired figure came under the big screen, looked at the staff on the control panel and spoke in a deep voice.

The staff pressed the switch without hesitation.

Suddenly, two nozzles appeared outside the metal gate, spraying the limited purple liquid to dispel any odor that might remain near the gate.

As time goes by, the immortal zombies in the split screen gradually occupy all the split screens.

At this time, the first wave of immortal zombies approached the metal gate and continued to walk towards the distance with staggering steps.

The crisis did not happen, but the fighters in the hall felt extremely nervous. The crisis had not been resolved yet, and there were still large numbers of immortal zombies to pass by.

The second wave of immortal zombies also approached at this time, slowly flooding every inch of the camera's screen. The close-up lens could clearly capture the immortal zombies' empty eyes and hideous faces, as if they would break through the screen at any time and pounce on everyone in the fortress.

Low roars echoed in the hall one after another.

In the silence, one can even hear the dull heartbeats ringing in different chests.

"Watch your weapons carefully, don't fire them prematurely out of nervousness."

The white-haired figure who was the leader reminded in a deep voice at this time, his eyes fixed on the big screen like the soldiers.

Heipi took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned to look at Xiaojin beside him:

"Jin Zi, do you think we can survive this round?"

"Of course I can. I've encountered zombie incidents before and I was able to get through them safely every time. This time will be no exception."

The man called Jinzi spoke in a firm tone, but his expression could not hide his nervousness, and he swallowed subconsciously.

The third wave of immortal zombies approached during the conversation.

The conversation in the hall stopped abruptly, and the soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force.

Just when they thought the third wave of zombies was about to end, a special species appeared on the screen, whose body was obviously taller than the other immortal zombies.

Its skin was a strange blue-black color, and glowing bones were faintly visible under the festering muscles. A few sparse strands of hair on its head were stuck to the rotten flesh.

This special type of immortal zombie was originally mechanically following the large group, but suddenly it seemed to have sensed something and slowly stopped. Its body swayed under the push of the immortal zombies behind it, but it always stood still.

The cloudy eyeballs slowly turned at this time, and two yellow fangs appeared from the corners of the grinning mouth.

The nostrils flared rapidly, as if catching some scent in the air.

The soldiers in the hall were already extremely nervous, and when they saw this scene, their hearts instantly rose to their throats.

Even the white-haired leader's eyes flashed with a hint of panic.

The soldiers held their weapons tighter and everyone held their breath, as if they were afraid that any sound would completely enrage the zombie.

Everyone understands that once this zombie confirms that there is life in the fortress, they will face an unprecedented crisis.

Even if the tide of immortal zombies cannot break through the fortress's explosion-proof metal doors, a prolonged siege will gradually cause them to exhaust their resources and die.

As time passed, the immortal zombies with unique skin colors in the surveillance footage slowly turned their bodies on the spot as if being pulled by some signal.

His movements were stiff but unsettlingly focused, and his cloudy eyes occasionally glanced toward the fortress.

Every inadvertent glance was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the soldiers in the fortress hall.

Then, it began to approach the fortress. Every step it took was accompanied by an uncoordinated swaying of its body, and its rotten soles left stains on the ground.

As it walked, it kept raising its head to sniff the air, and its head twitched from time to time.

The immortal zombies were getting closer and closer, and the soldiers' heartbeats were getting more and more violent, as if they were about to burst through their chests.

Many young warriors' hands trembled slightly uncontrollably. The leader standing in front whispered, "The soldiers were extremely tense.

"Don't panic, it's not certain yet."

However, the leader who said this also had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes revealed an unconcealable solemnity.

The zombie came to the thorn obstacle near the fortress, stretched out its skinny arms covered with sores, groped around the obstacle in disorder, and let out a low roar from its mouth.

The soldiers in the fortress stared at the surveillance screen, their nerves tense to the extreme.

Click.

One soldier unlocked his gun.

Click! Click! Click!

The other soldiers followed suit, opened the safety, put their fingers on the trigger, and turned their eyes from the surveillance screen to the safe passage ahead.

The atmosphere became extremely solemn and everyone held their breath.

At this moment, the zombie in the surveillance screen suddenly licked the blood on the railing, then turned around and continued to follow the tide of zombies into the distance.

"The danger is over." The leader's relieved voice sounded.

At this moment, the soldiers' tense nerves were temporarily relaxed.

All the soldiers felt like they had a close call with death.

If this special type of immortal zombie attacks the fortress gate, all immortal zombies will follow.

They don't know the specific reason, but analysis shows that the virus in the immortal zombie's body will prompt the immortal zombie to release a special pheromone when it finds "food".

When an immortal zombie detects the breath of life and is attracted to it, the specific pheromones it releases will be instantly sensed by other zombies nearby, acting like a chemical signal, conveying the message "there is food here" to other zombies and attracting them to gather together.

But the brief end of the crisis does not mean safety, as the huge tide of zombies in the rear continues to advance.

The fourth wave, the fifth wave... Every time a special type of immortal zombie appears on the screen, the atmosphere in the fortress hall becomes particularly depressing.

"Jin Zi, do you know what I was thinking about just now?"

Heipi nudged Jinzi, who was standing next to him, with his shoulder and said with a look of fear.

"What are you thinking about?" Jinzi swallowed again, his eyes always focused on the large surveillance screen, but he still continued.

"What I thought was, if this crisis is resolved, I must eat all the cookies that I didn't want to eat last time. Suddenly I realized that the biggest regret in my life is that I'm gone before I finish eating all the cookies."

"I thought it was a small matter. If you can avoid the crisis this time, I will give you a bag of treasures from my collection. They are only two years old."

Hei Pi was very surprised when he heard this:

"It's been expired for two years. Where did you get it?"

"It was given by the group of homeless people we helped last time. It is said that they once controlled a food production factory, so a lot of the food they have was produced recently."

"Damn, why didn't they give it to me?" Heipi's eyes suddenly widened.

"Because you are ugly."

Chatting and joking helped relieve a lot of my depressed mood.

After a brief exchange, Hei Pi and Jin Zi turned their eyes to the big screen again.

The zombie tide is already halfway through, and special types of zombies are appearing one after another, but no accidents have occurred.

Everyone's mood fluctuated every time a special type of zombie appeared.

At this moment, a special type of zombie over three meters tall appeared on the surveillance screen.

When he was less than a hundred meters away from the fortress, he suddenly fell to the ground, and continued to crawl towards the fortress along the pheromones on the ground that were invisible to the naked eye. When he was less than 30 meters away from the fortress, he took off, knocking away other immortal zombies around him, and slammed into the metal gate like crazy.

The crisis came suddenly and unexpectedly.

boom!
With a loud bang, the metal door shook.

All the immortal zombies in the surveillance footage raised their heads after the loud noise.

The orderly advance of the zombies was disrupted by this loud noise.

boom!
A second collision sounded.

The metal door scattered rust powder under the impact, and the edges made a sharp sound when rubbing against each other.

Even the immortal zombies that had already walked far away stopped their aimless steps at this moment, bloodthirsty gleams appeared in their turbid eyes, and they all turned towards the direction of the fortress.

Immediately afterwards, roars were heard one after another, and all the immortal zombies turned to the fortress shelter.

They pushed and twisted each other, and rushed towards the metal gate desperately.

In addition to the gate, even the walls became targets of attack.

Immortal zombies have no intelligence and can only lock onto the target's specific location through pheromones provided by other immortal zombies.

They have no concept of "door" and any obstacles in their way will be their targets of attack.

For a moment, the roars of the immortal zombies, the chaotic footsteps and the sounds of limbs colliding intertwined together, forming a horrific symphony of death.

The soldiers in the fortress were frightened pale by this sudden crisis.

They realized something was wrong.

Now the pheromones have spread, and all the immortal zombies are attacking frantically. They will not stop until the entire fortress is destroyed and they are all killed.

During this period, other immortal zombies passing by will also join this crazy offensive.

Judging from the condition of the metal door, I’m afraid it won’t hold for much longer.

They were instantly in a desperate situation, and despair appeared in the eyes of all the soldiers.

The fortress records many historical events, some of which were brought by soldiers who fled from other areas. They once recorded the scene after the shelter was surrounded by immortal zombies. The fierce attack would not stop at all. Look up at the big screen.

The immortal zombies felt no pain and would not get tired, and they kept ramming into the concrete wall one after another.

Some walls have already developed fine cracks, and the wall paint has fallen off, revealing the metal steel plates inside.

During this process, the immortal zombies with poor physical fitness had their bodies shattered in the impact, and black blood and flesh splattered everywhere, but they did not stop destroying the wall.

"Ready to fight!"

The old leader roared, then quickly walked to the control panel and pressed a red button.

Suddenly, red lights lit up in various areas of the fortress, and two flamethrowers protruded from above the metal gate, spewing flames to roast the special species and the immortal zombies around it.

However, the high-temperature flame attack did not cause the special species to stop its attack at all. Even though its body was on fire, it was still struggling to hit the metal door.

The leader then looked at the desperate warriors who were ready for battle, and said in a deep voice:

"I know you are afraid, and so am I. No one can face death calmly, but..."

The leader paused and scanned every face:
“We still have the right to choose!”

"We can choose to give up and wait to be torn apart by immortal zombies, or to defend the dignity of our species (human beings) with our lives. We must not lose the courage to fight. We must try to rush out even if there is a glimmer of hope."

"Once the gate is breached, all soldiers will protect the non-combatants and break out. For your families, fight to the death!"

The sounds of weapons being loaded rang out one after another.

"Everyone, prepare to fight. Use your bullets to tell these monsters that we will never surrender."

After saying this, the leader, whose hair was already completely white, came to the front of the team and raised the modified weapon in his hand.

The weapon is shaped like a steel behemoth, with six modified barrels arranged in a ring. Each barrel has been specially treated, and the surface has a faint blue luster. The main body of the gun is transformed from materials from abandoned vehicles, and thick heat sinks cover the entire gun body like scales.

Soon, non-combat personnel from underground came to the hall one after another.

Seeing that they were carrying large and small bags, the leader could not help but roar:

"Throw away all your stuff. Carrying supplies will only slow you down. Escape first and then think about how to eat."

Under the leader's arrangement, non-combat personnel were placed in the center of the hall and were protected by layers of combat personnel.

The child's suppressed sobbing, the woman's voice of comfort... all kinds of sounds intertwined, aggravating the depressing atmosphere at the scene.

boom!
Just then, the metal gate at the end of the tunnel collapsed.

The hideous appearance of a special kind of immortal zombie, 3 meters tall and with flames coming out of its body, appeared under the flashing emergency lights.

"rush out!"

The white-haired leader pulled the trigger at this time, and the barrel of the Gatling-shaped weapon in his hand rotated, and tongues of fire spurted out. The soldiers following him also pulled the trigger with their fingers without hesitation.

In an instant, a rain of bullets poured forward.

The special type of zombie rushing in the front was forced to retreat repeatedly by the dense bullets, and was even knocked to the ground several times by the impact force, but it only paused for a short time, then quickly got up and rushed forward with a roar.

The tide of immortal zombies is like an unstoppable black torrent, pouring in continuously.

"Push forward!"

Following the leader's command, the soldiers advanced forward.

The precious bullets were usually reluctant to be used, but at this moment they were poured forward without reservation.

Relying on firepower coverage, the soldiers followed the leader forward several meters, but retreated before they walked out of the tunnel.

They discovered that the immortal zombies were too strong to be killed with bullets alone.

The tunnel acts as a filter, reducing the number of attacks from immortal zombies.

Even so they found it difficult to advance.

But if you walk out of the tunnel, you will face endless zombies attacking from all directions.

At this time, behind the leader, a look of despair appeared on the dark and ferocious face.

He had realized that it was only a matter of time before the fortress fell completely, and it wouldn't be long before the stock of bullets would be exhausted.

What awaits them at that time will be the end of being eaten by immortal zombies.

The breakout plan turned out to be impractical after it was put into practice.

The strength of the immortal zombies is simply not something that the guns in their hands can resist.

Despair spread in the hall. The constant sobbing was drowned out by the sound of gunfire. Everyone had already anticipated their own end.

After being infected, they will become immortal zombies, but the greater probability is that they will die from the crazy gnawing of immortal zombies.

A few minutes later, immortal zombies rushed into the hall, and the leader at the front of the team had his arm torn off. Although he survived, the contact with the immortal zombies meant that he would inevitably be infected.

At this point, even a bullet to the temple would not change the outcome.

The virus will devour the blood, flesh and energy in the body and reproduce rapidly, and will eventually turn the body into an immortal zombie that loses self-awareness and acts solely on instinct.

The soldiers fell one after another, and just when everyone thought that the chapter of their lives was about to end.

An accident happened.

The thick red air flow was like a surging wave, sweeping towards the fortress tunnel with overwhelming force.

This red airflow seemed to have life, moving nimbly through every gap in the tunnel and filling the dim fortress hall in the blink of an eye.

The light it releases is as dazzling as the scorching sun, illuminating every corner of the tunnel as bright as day.

At the critical moment, the immortal zombies that pounced on the surviving soldiers were suddenly tightly bound by the red airflow.

Like countless tough ropes, they quickly wrapped around the bodies of every immortal zombie, from their limbs to their torsos, wrapping them layer by layer, tightly and airtight.

The immortal zombie struggled and twisted desperately under the restraint of the red airflow, making creepy roars, but it was all in vain.

Immediately afterwards, the red airflow suddenly exerted force, wrapping the body of the immortal zombie and pulling it out of the tunnel at an extremely fast speed.

The bodies of all the immortal zombies left long trails on the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.

Under the pull of this powerful force, all the immortal zombies in the fortress space were pulled out of the tunnel and fell heavily on the open space outside the tunnel.

This scene shocked the soldiers in the hall who were ready to die. Heipi, with a desperate look on his face, also looked outside the passage at this time.

A figure came into view at this moment.

He stood at the entrance of the tunnel like a sculpture, his upper body completely uncovered, every inch of his skin revealing a sense of vigorous power.

The dim light outlines the muscles on his body, and the bulging muscle lines show his beauty.

His broad shoulders were as solid as a rock, as if they could bear all the weight of the world.

The deltoid muscles bulge high, as if carefully carved, with hard and smooth lines and full of three-dimensional sense.

In this era of food shortage, when most survivors were emaciated due to malnutrition, this body was like a god in Heipi's eyes.

In his eyes, the chest that rose and fell with her breathing looked like a towering castle, solid and broad.

The biceps and triceps on his arms are like a pair of cannonballs ready to fire. The blue veins meander on the surface of the muscles, like veins of power, capable of bursting out powerful energy at any time.

When he clenched his fist slightly, his muscles tensed instantly and he could see red air flowing rapidly.

The bronze skin surface was suddenly covered with a layer of red luster, like a layer of natural armor, showing its wildness.

"careful!"

At this moment, a special type of zombie suddenly pounced on the figure.

Heipi was anxious and reminded him decisively.

But what happened next made Heipi's eyes widen.

A special kind of immortal zombie that could break through explosion-proof metal doors and could not be substantially harmed by bullets was grabbed by the neck.

The mysterious man stretched out his arm with knotted muscles, like a hard iron clamp, which made the special type of immortal zombie unable to move.

The fingers wrapped in the red airflow were deeply embedded in the rotten flesh of a special kind of immortal zombie. The zombie struggled desperately and made a low roar, but under the control of this figure, all struggles were in vain.

Then, the biceps on the mysterious figure's arms bulged high, and every muscle seemed to be injected with endless energy. He exerted force suddenly, squeezing the zombie's neck tighter and tighter.

The red airflow enveloping his body became increasingly violent.

After a "bang" sound.

The head of a special kind of immortal zombie exploded in his hands, and black dirty blood and broken brains splattered everywhere. Some minced meat and blood plasma splashed on his face, but he didn't care at all. He just shook his head contemptuously, shaking off the filth on his face, showing his domineering attitude.

The red airflow continued to circulate around the body, washing away all the filth.

The endless immortal zombies nearby launched another attack.

He stood alone guarding the entrance of the tunnel, like a door god.

Facing the immortal zombies' fierce attacks, the mysterious figure was like an angry lion, and every punch was packed with infinite power.

A punch was thrown, followed by a stream of red light, and groups of immortal zombies fell down.

The nightmare-like existence in their eyes was like an ant in front of this figure and could be easily controlled.

The unimaginable power completely shocked the survivors in the fortress hall.

They stared blankly at the figure guarding the tunnel, and even thought that they might have died, and this was just an illusion seen after death.

At this moment, the burly figure guarding the passage turned his head and looked at them.

Grinning to show white teeth and giving a thumbs up.

At this moment, challenger prompts kept ringing in the player's mind.

This group of protected survivors were providing a steady supply of willpower, and in less than a moment they had collected 1200 points of willpower.

If this is taken to the trading house, it will be worth at least 1.2 sacrificial power.

When exploring the small world, the difficulty is not how to deal with immortal zombies.

Even if these weak zombies just stood there and let them gnaw at him, they wouldn't be able to break his defense.

The difficulty lies in searching for survivors.

Every time you find a gathering place for survivors, you can generate a large amount of willpower.

At this time, players' voices kept ringing in the voice channel of the small world area:
"Ahhh, has anyone found any survivors? I've been looking around for quite some time but haven't seen any. Can someone please share the coordinates of any survivors? I have a backpack full of canned food waiting to be processed."

"I suspect you are pretending to be cool behind my back. I will try my best to get the coordinates of where the survivors are gathered."

"I have charged my flying sword twice, but I haven't found a single hair. Is it possible that all the survivors in this world are dead, and we came here for nothing?"

"Can you guys shut up and stop messing with my mentality? I don't believe there are no survivors."

"It's comfortable. It's easy to get willpower. It feels good to have your willpower increasing every second. Is there anyone who hasn't found the survivor yet? (Screenshot of willpower gain)"

……

Mao Xuan took a screenshot of his earnings and posted it on the regional chat channel and the guild chat channel, then clenched his fist.

The red air currents surrounding his body immediately gathered towards his right fist, and after a brief build-up of energy, he suddenly threw a heavy punch forward.

boom!
The earth trembled, and the red fist wind tore through the air.

Before the fist wind arrived, the heat had already swept across.

The group of immortal zombies in front let out low roars, and their rotten bodies twisted and shattered after being swept by the red fist wind, as if they were crushed by an invisible giant hand.

The red airflow continued to advance into the distance, like a raging dragon. Wherever it passed, the bodies of zombies exploded, black blood and broken bones splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the stench of decay and burning.

This punch seemed to condense the power of heaven and earth into one point, like the judgment at the end of the world, destroying all the filth and corruption in Mao Xuan's eyes.

After twisting the body to accumulate strength, the characteristics of the Gangqi are activated again.

Another heavy punch was thrown, and the immortal zombies were like toys in front of his power.

In Mao Xuan's eyes, the combat power of most immortal zombies in the monster world is only at the level of the golden-clawed crab on the Colorful Mist Coast. Killing them is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

In comparison, the Skyfire King, who also came from a small world, is simply the ultimate BOSS.

Judging by the small world, it seems that the Skyfire Dharma King is not weak.

It’s no wonder that the presidents of several guilds want to control the small world.

If a few troublemakers come here, I'm afraid the whole world will be turned upside down.

Especially those magic sissy guys with magic tower souls, they will be invincible just by putting a tower here, so why do they need melee protection?

"Lao Mao, I saw you sent a screenshot of the benefits of your vows. Did you find any survivors? How is the situation?"

Just then, a voice sounded in his mind.

"I have found the survivors and am earning a lot of willpower. Once I have collected 3.3 willpower and activated the second skill of the wish, I will switch the Star Vein to the auxiliary style. Wait for my good news."

"If you need help, feel free to contact us. We are in the Imperial Tomb Mountains and can come to support us at any time."

"No need, I can handle it alone. The monsters in the Doomsday World are very weak."

After giving the answer, Mao Xuan clenched his fists suddenly, a red air current appeared under his feet, and he raised his head to look at the densely packed immortal zombies swarming towards him.

I've been playing melee for four months, and I'm either getting beaten or on the way to being beaten.

At this moment, he finally experienced the joy of close combat.

However, this is just a small world, not his main battlefield in the future. He has also embedded the Soul of Wish. If he doesn't play halfway, he might be blocked by his brothers in the guild and killed at the entrance of the village.

He may be invincible in the small world, but in the village he is just a slightly stronger player who cannot even reach the strongest echelon.

The ability to inlay the Soul of Wish also comes from the sacrifices made by the guild brothers.

So, this will be his last dance of playing melee style.

An illusory battle axe slowly condensed in his hand, as if it was tempered from the sun. The axe blade was burning with blazing flames, the light was blinding, making him look like a god descended to earth.

As the battle axe was swung, golden flames cut through the sky, bringing up arcs of light.

The group of immortal zombies were like ants under the axe light. Their rotten bodies were burned to ashes by the scorching energy before they even got close, and black smoke and burnt stench filled the air.

The battle axe swept across, releasing a stream of golden flames like an angry dragon. Mao Xuan in the killing was like a god of war, crushing the immortal zombies with his invincibility.

This scene completely shocked the survivors in the fortress shelter and overturned their worldview.

"Mom, it turns out there really are gods in this world who protect us."

A little girl smiled on her innocent face and held up the picture book in her hand, which contained an illustrated fairy tale.

The mother didn't say anything, her eyes still staring blankly at the invincible figure.

……

The fighting outside continues.

As the survivors in the shelter realized they were safe, their intense desire to survive began to wane.

After discovering that his willpower had decreased, Mao Xuan also sped up the pace of harvesting immortal zombies.

There are many ways to obtain sacrificial power besides protection. It will be no problem to earn tens of thousands of wish power in this world.

Meanwhile, in the shelter hall.

The dark-skinned man standing in the crowd had fanatical eyes, staring at the invincible figure like a god of war. When he heard the little girl's cry just now, he thought of the mythological story he had also heard.

This story tells about a god who saves people in the post-apocalyptic wasteland world and brings hope and redemption to survivors in distress.

But as he grew older, he realized that this was just a fairy tale made up by the older generation.

The older generation knew that despair would completely crush all the survivors, so they made up this story to bring them a little comfort in their desperate situation.

Let them believe that even if they are in dire straits, there is still a possibility of being rescued, and to keep persevering.

But at this moment, the god in the story really appeared.

He is just as described in the story. Even a large number of immortal zombies cannot hurt him at all.

"Xiao Jin, the myth has come true."

"Xiao Jin?"

Finding no response from his side, Heipi turned his head suddenly and saw that Xiaojin, who was originally standing next to him, was gone.

Glancing around, he saw Xiao Jin, whose face looked ashen, in the corner.

Pushing through the crowd, he came up to Xiao Jin and found that Xiao Jin's left cheek was stained with blood splashed by an immortal zombie.

"Do not touch me."

When Xiao Jin found that Hei Pi wanted to touch him, he clenched his teeth and roared, his consciousness becoming a little blurred.

Heipi's body couldn't stop shaking. He knelt down in front of Xiaojin with red eyes.

This is his good brother since childhood. He is not a biological brother but is like a brother to him. Every time they go out to explore, they go together.

"Hei Pi... shoot me, let me go quickly, I can't bear it anymore, it really hurts."

Xiao Jin gritted his teeth and spoke, his voice was already unclear, as if it was squeezed out of his throat, beads of sweat continued to seep out of his forehead, and his eyes were filled with both the desire for life and the fear of death.

"it is good."

At this time, Heipi raised the gun and pointed it at Xiaojin's head.

His breathing became heavier and he took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to pull the trigger, but he just couldn't muster any strength.

"Heipi, please, hurry up."

Xiao Jin's eyes have turned gray, which is a sign of immortality. The immortality virus is wreaking havoc in his body.

Seeing the pain on his brother's face, Heipi finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

At the critical moment, an arm suddenly grabbed the gun barrel and lifted it up.

boom!
Heipi looked up and found that the bullet had hit the belly of the god, whose body was surrounded by red light, without leaving a trace.

"You want to save him?"

"I do." Heipi nodded without hesitation, with a hint of desire in his eyes.

He felt that this god must have the ability to save his brother.

"How much do you think?"

"I am willing to exchange my life for his."

Hearing these words, the man with dark eyes who looked as powerful as a god smiled, then looked down at Xiao Jin who was struggling in pain:
"What about you? How strong is your desire to continue living?"

(End of this chapter)