At Highschool of the dead in the apocalypse

The black and sharp 'blades' slashed through the flesh, and the 'click' of the blade cutting through the spine and the sound of zombie stumps smashing against the car window were endless.

Although it was not difficult for the Humvee who had been blessed by himself to break out of the corpse group, looking at the few strange zombies that were motionless on the roof, Jing Haoyong felt a little uneasy in his heart.

They can't be idle, throw a fireball and give themselves a taste, right

......

? On a tall building in the distance.

The scarlet-eyed 'leader' stood straight like a javelin, his eyes full of greed and covetousness staring at the half-crouched human sitting on the roof of the car, looking here.

Although there are many humans in that mansion over there, none of them can compare to this human in terms of overall quality.

If you want to describe it, the people in the Takaashiro mansion are like piles of rice, and although they can be filled, the taste is too bland.

And it's rice wrapped in an iron shell, which is too hard to chew and has broken teeth.

But this human who had entered his 'army' was like a naked, tender piece of flesh, and just standing here, smelling the breath of life wafting from him, made him tremble with desire.

Although it already has some intelligence, it is only a first-order after all, so although the 'Leader' knows that now is not the time, the desire for evolution that comes from the depths of the bloodline makes it not want to wait for a moment.

"Ho!"

the black claws of the withered branches pointed to the departing vehicle below, highlighting the young man crouching on the roof.

The 'Leader' spat a few shrill syllables out of his hoarse throat like a night owl, and gave orders to the four figures standing behind him.

Then he turned around, his scarlet eyes flickering like signal lights, and a wave of mental fluctuations that humans couldn't detect spread like radar.

The scope of this mental fluctuation was enormous, covering three or four blocks in the surrounding area.

And all the ordinary zombies affected by this mental fluctuation, the white eyes of the forest seeping people suddenly flashed a strange red glow, as if they had drunk stimulants, their speed and strength increased significantly, and they frantically pounced on the speeding vehicle.

At the same time, after completing a series of actions, the dazzling red eyes of the 'leader' quickly dimmed.

The back, which had been standing upright, seemed to have been drained of its strength, and gradually bent down, and stood a little staggering in place.

......

"Have you started moving?" Looking

at the figure that disappeared from the house, and the loud sound that resembled a giant beast running rampant in the distance behind him, Jing Haoyong knew that those strange mutated zombies couldn't wait.

Half-crouched on the roof of the car, looking around, there were zombies everywhere in sight, tattered clothes and bloodstained skin were indistinguishable from each other, red white eyes full of longing for flesh and blood, and a pair of claws that seemed to pull people into purgatory.

"Tsuneko pays attention to the surroundings, and also calls Hirano out, and asks him to take a gun to see if there are any mutated zombies around, and if there are any, aim by himself. The

roar of the zombies and the sound of flesh being crushed and chopped into pieces reached the ears of the son with Yong's command.

Without any doubt or hesitation, the red glitter in his blue eyes wordlessly opened the roof of the car, bent down, reached out like a cat catching a mouse, and effortlessly pulled him out by Hirano's collar.

Ignoring Hirano's slightly confused expression, Poison Island Tsuneko repeated what she had just heard with a serious expression.

Then he looked at Yong, who was squatting in the back of the car, his hands were filled with black mist, and

the aura like clouds and mist gradually spread to the rear of the car through his palm, sliding down to the ground like liquid.

And this pitch-black and deep aura is like ink dripping into clear water, and it fills the entire road in an instant.

Let those crazy and fearless zombies step on the inky black ground without even noticing.

Jing Haoyong, who had already been arranged, slowly dissipated the black mist that was swallowing spiritual energy in his palm, stood up as if he was welding to the roof of the car, and looked at the corpses that still did not know when he would die.

At

the moment when the words fell, countless black thorns suddenly burst out on the black ground.

These thorns emerging from the black ground were like countless soldiers in the pitch-black abyss breaking through the barriers between the two realms and stabbing out the spears that dared to hinder the progress of their king.

Blood splattered, no wailing, no begging for mercy, not even fear.

The zombies that crowded the road screamed, ignoring the thorns that stabbed diagonally from the ground.

Regardless of the miserable appearance of his own kind being stabbed into a honeycomb.

Still not knowing the pain, I didn't know the fear and bumped into those 'spears' that shone coldly.

Looking at the zombies that continue to flock to the thorns over and over again, each thorn is full of zombies who don't know how to go.

But looking at the human head that was still shaking at the end of the road, Jing Haoyong did not have the slightest optimism in his heart.

Because their 'generals' haven't come yet!

Just when Jing Haoyong turned his head sideways and was about to say something to Tsuko.

Behind the corpses, a tall figure suddenly appeared rushing towards this side.

Like a tall zombie walking in a wheat field, ignoring its own kind, one counts as one, and all of them are trampled under its feet.

And the moment it looked at Jing Haoyong, a trace of human excitement flashed in the scarlet pupils of this tall zombie.

Suddenly there was a wild roar, and the palm that was so wide that it was completely unreasonable opened up, as if grasping a chicken, casually scooping up a few of the same kind beside him.

His hands clenched together, not paying attention to the sound of blood gushing out like a water bag exploding and the grinding of bones that kept 'rattling'.

This tall zombie, like a snowball, kept pulling past its kind of people blocking its progress as it ran, and then pinched it into a ball with one hand, and finally stuffed it into the irregular round meat ball with a diameter of two meters.

It wasn't until he was about to lose his grip that the tall zombie suddenly stopped, not caring about the kind of people under his feet who were trampled into rags by himself.

The tall body bent backwards like a slingshot, and his hands were held high, holding the ball of flesh that was constantly dripping blood downward, and the face that was more terrifying than the evil ghost showed a childlike innocent smile, like throwing a toy, and smashed the ball of meat in his hand towards the moving vehicle.

But just as the meat ball was about to get out of his hand, a gunshot buried in the roar of the corpses suddenly exploded.

And this tall zombie seems to have a lot of experience in facing firearms.

The moment he heard the roar that was completely different from that of his kind, he suddenly smashed the meat ball he was holding high to the ground, and then quickly half-squatted on the ground, his tall body curled up behind the meat ball.