Ultimate Zombies

ultimate zombie

Chapter 267 Cerberus

The voice was still the same as before, directly transmitted into Wuming's mind, and everything returned to calm immediately. This made Wuming a little lucky. Fortunately, he did not leave here, in a strange environment, especially this kind of place where there is no lack of various legends. Hell, it is very important to be able to isolate the breath of outsiders.

At the same time, Wuming was also a little confused. He had arrived at the thirty-seventh floor of hell. It seemed that this was not the territory of the so-called lord, the half-demon Yurimine.

Of course, he didn't have time to think about this for the time being. He looked around and realized that he was going to spend a whole month here.

After spending some time to investigate this place, Wuming didn't find anything wrong. It was completely silent, the hot magma showed no sign of life at all, and it was estimated that there would be no gains if he stayed like this. Just planning to leave here.

After walking like this, even Wuming himself didn't expect that he had walked for three whole days. In these three days, he didn't even see a single living thing. All he poured out were red rocks with a strong smell of blood that never seemed to dissipate. This made Wuming very uncomfortable, and it was far more uncomfortable than in the forest.

The inability to escape here makes him feel insecure. After all, this is a dangerous hell, so he has to spare his energy to pay attention to everything that may happen in his sight. As a professional player, he understands that these are what he must do, and he can not be afraid of failure. , but he absolutely cannot accept failure due to carelessness, and the atmosphere here tells him this feeling all the time, bloody and dangerous.

Finally, after a few more hours, Wuming regained his energy and discovered two troops fighting in the distance. Here, with the help of the Blue Fantasy Eyes, he safely discovered the enemy without being discovered by the enemy.

There are thousands of these two troops. On the one hand, there is the most common hell dog, which is only the fourth level, and the leader is only the fifth level existence. On the other hand, there is a fiery red hell dragon beast, but it seems Different from Wuming, the bloodline of the hell dragon he possesses is even rarer, and his strength is only at the sixth level.

In this way, he was already at a disadvantage. They were still surrounded at this time. Wuming lay on the ground and watched carefully, not approaching, although these hellhounds could not withstand the attack of one of his seventh-level men.

Looking at it this way, Wuming was quite surprised. The hell dog that was killed by the sixth-order hell dragon beast rotted rapidly, and its body turned into pus and blood and seeped into the ground. Not even the bones or fur were left.

This hellish place was truly worthy of being called hell, and even no corpses were left behind. This also made him understand roughly why the hell lord needed corpses.

Then Wuming looked around and found that there were no other troops. Maybe he was too far away, so he started to move forward slowly, trying his best to be careful. He was not very interested in these hellhounds. After all, they were just some four Level, and you can't collect corpses, which only increases the evil consequences for yourself. Oh, I forgot that there are no evil consequences here.

Even so, Wuming had no intention of taking action, and just watched helplessly as the sixth-level Helldramon was wiped out by those Hellhounds. However, he was not given time to verify whether the Hellhound would rot and turn into pus and blood. Underground, because those hellhounds rushed up quickly and devoured the helldragon beast, especially the fifth-level one, which was the most ferocious, killing it extremely quickly, and the distance was also a bit too far.

Seeing this, Wuming felt a little helpless. He planned to see if these hellhounds were neutral troops in the territory here. He seemed to be able to find something, so naturally he didn't plan to leave.

But the leader of these hellhounds, the fifth-level one, quickly raised his head and sniffed, and looked towards Wuming, looking at the expression on his face, he should have discovered something.

As soon as Wuming felt that something was wrong, he heard the howl of the fifth-level hell dog. Suddenly all the hell dogs looked here and rushed towards Wuming without stopping.

"Grandma, what an amazing dog nose!" Wuming was shocked, because the distance was very far. If it weren't for the Blue Fantasy Eyes, Wuming wouldn't be able to see everything there clearly. These are only the fourth and fifth levels. Discover yourself.

After hesitating for a moment, Wuming looked around and found nothing wrong with him. He was not going to leave because not even a living creature had appeared in the past few days, so he immediately took out a fourth-level knife from the coffin. When the blue ice attribute sword came, he needed to vent his anger. Ever since he left his city, he hadn't enjoyed the taste of committing suicide in person for a long time, all because of the bad consequences.

So Wuming rushed forward while observing the surrounding situation, but the speed was not too fast because the hellhounds were still far away.

After a while, these hellhounds finally rushed closer. While admiring their physical strength, Wuming waved the weapon in his hand. At the same time, he opened his mouth, and large mouthfuls of black poisonous mist poured out, completely covering the area within ten meters of where he was. Wait, these hellhounds were naturally affected by the poison as soon as they rushed in, and the speed of blood consumption was not slow, reaching -1000hp per second, which showed that Wuming's hard work of refining and melting the poison was not in vain.

Of course, Wuming would not let them poison them to death. He waved his sword to kill them unceremoniously, and immediately put them in the coffin after killing them. However, this was just his idea, because as soon as those hellhounds died, the corpses began to rot. Even if you forcefully receive it, it will be useless, you will only get some blood.

In this way, Wuming can devote himself wholeheartedly to the killing and robbery, and have a good time, because he has been prepared for it. At this time, he is leaning against a large bloody stone.

At this time, relying on the poisonous mist, all the hellhounds that entered lost their sense of smell, and their vision was also seriously affected. What's more, under such a rapid consumption of blood, there was no accident with one sword. Others were not stabbed at all and died because of excessive bleeding due to poisoning.

In addition to these, Wuming also has many blood bottles. Although they are careful, they are enough to support him, so it is very simple to kill these hellhounds.

At this time, Wuming was a little proud. The poisonous corpse happened to be the nemesis of the large army, but when he thought of the consequences, he became a little depressed. But no matter what, this killing was very satisfying.

The endurance of the zombies is not comparable to that of ordinary humans. The nameless people are fighting happily, and the number of hellhounds is also decreasing rapidly. Although there are thousands of them, they cannot withstand such poison and massacre.

When there were less than a hundred left, Wuming's expression changed, because he discovered that several teams of hellhounds had appeared in front of him again. Each team had thousands of them, and their strength was about the same as this team. At this time, they were quickly heading here. He rushed here, obviously to deal with himself.

After hesitating for a moment, Wuming did not intend to evacuate. The reason was simple. What he valued more was the preciousness of this hell pass. He would not really let himself travel to hell for free, and the time was only one month, which was not enough for him to investigate carefully.

Thinking like this, Wuming, who had had enough of it, had a divine dragon fire cover appear above his head, protecting him and flying directly into the distance. As he flew, his field of vision became wider naturally, and in the direction of his flight , turned out to be the direction those hellhounds came from.

With such a flight, Wuming soon reached the top of those hellhounds. Although the various units of these hellhounds were gathered together, they could only helplessly bark at Wuming and chase them below.

At this time, Wuming also discovered that there were still a large number of hell dog troops in the distance, but they were not leisurely, because they were fighting some hell dragon beasts, and although these hell dragon beasts were all of the same kind, they did not all look the same. , there are four or five levels, and there is a huge gap in strength. The most important thing is that they are fighting alone. I don’t know why, but there are hell dragon beasts coming slowly from the other direction, making this kind of battle difficult. This goes on endlessly.

Wuming didn't fly high, and the direction was also the direction where Cerberus appeared. Whenever there was a Cerberus under his feet, he would always take a puff of poisonous mist. Cerberus contaminated by these poisonous mist, even if they ran out of the poisonous mist range, they would still be flying. It won't take many seconds for them to become corpses. The reason is simple. Their blood volume is not enough to wait until the poison effect ends.

In this way, Wuming went through many killings, and he didn't know how many he killed. Anyway, it was very enjoyable, but he didn't dare to be careless at all, even if these hellhounds were of very low rank.

At this time, Wuming looked into the distance, because a large group of hellhounds appeared there, all of the fifth level. They were gathered together, and their number was easily over a hundred thousand. Looking at the large black area in the air, there was actually a red rock in the center. entrance of the cave.

Seeing him, Wuming believed that the profit from his trip to hell was probably here. He immediately stopped hesitating and flew forward. Of course, he kept paying attention. There seemed to be only one type of hell soldier around, the Cerberus.

If he hadn't been able to fly, he probably wouldn't have been able to get here easily even if he had seventh-level troops, but I believe there were not a few players who could fly.

At this time, Wuming had already flown over the Blood Stone Cave, but instead of rushing down, he sprayed out a large amount of poisonous mist, because the hellhounds below were all looking at him eagerly, and as soon as he landed, he would probably be surrounded immediately.

Wuming was spitting poisonous mist all the way, and circled around the blood stone cave. Hundreds of meters around were shrouded in the poisonous mist, and naturally all the hellhounds within the range of the poisonous mist were bullshit, and The surrounding hellhounds still charged forward fiercely, which increased the experience a lot. The most important thing was that it felt great.

But after batch after batch of deaths, those hellhounds finally only dared to wander outside the poisonous fog.