A blue mecha with light wings on its back landed on the ground and stood in front of everyone.

He looked towards the countless zombies that were coming like a tide and whistled.

"Song Huai, how about we have another competition to see who kills more zombies?"

The elegant yet sharp blue god-level mecha opened its mask, revealing the bright face of the young man inside.

There's a hint of provocation in it, but more of it is cunning.

The man called Song Huai was not wearing a mecha. He looked like a hermit from ancient times, with long hair, taciturn and calm. He stood in the air on a flying sword, but he had a temperament as still as a mountain.

He glanced lightly at the young man in the mecha, then calmly looked away.

"You've already become a god, yet you're still so unstable."

The young man immediately pouted: "What? Why should I be so cautious? I'm only 18 years old this year. I don't want to be like you, with a stern face every day!"

After the boy finished shouting, he rolled his eyes, which were as bright as stars.

"How about it, Song Huai, do you want to compete?"

Wenwen and her mother had been carried up to a rock by the light wave. The sky had cleared up at this moment, and the boy's blue mecha was shining so brightly that it emitted circles of light.

Wenwen's mother looked around and saw that many people had the same idea as her. They all wanted to jump off the cliff and die before the zombies bit them. It would be quick, convenient, and put an end to it all, so as to avoid being torn apart by the zombies.

Like her, they were brought to the ground by the light wave, and now they all turned their eyes to the young man in the blue mecha.

And the young man riding the flying sword.

Even though they were feeling despair at the moment, it did not prevent everyone from looking at the two with shock.

After all, this scene is really unbelievable.

Who are these two people?

They look exactly like Chinese people and speak Chinese...

But now, even if all the talented generals in other mountains were added together, they would definitely not shock the crowd as much as these two.

The pictures are so different, one seems to be set in the apocalyptic background, and when they join, it’s like jumping into a fantasy world!

Wenwen and her mother were closest to the two of them. When Wenwen saw them, she felt a little better, with hope flickering in her eyes:

"Big brother, uncle...are you the heroes who came to save us?"

Ji Fanxing, who was waiting for Song Huai to speak, laughed when she heard Wenwen's name and replied to her.

"Yes, little sister, we are here to save you!"

He said to Song Huai provocatively:

"Look, children have sharp eyes. I am young and promising, and I am the older brother, while you are already an uncle!"

Ji Fanxing was overjoyed and felt that he had gotten a huge bargain.

Song Huai is only a few years older than him, but he is actually called uncle. It's so funny!

Until Song Huai put his hand on his head and touched it.

"Nephew."

Ji Fanxing's face suddenly turned sour, "You took advantage of me! Change your words now!"

Seeing that Ji Fanxing was about to get angry and spout a lot of words, he uttered a word accurately: "Compared."

Ji Fanxing was happy again.

He kept a trump card and didn't believe that he couldn't beat Song Huai this time.

Wenwen's mother looked at the two of them, and then at the zombies that were approaching. There were tens of thousands of zombies in the first wave of attack. It was visually shocking and terrifying.

"Zombies... Zombies are coming!"

"Don't worry, you won't die with us here!"

As the young man finished speaking, a plant of Physalis crawled out from his arms. Its petals sparkled and shone upon the weak people. It was as if the sunlight had been converted into energy. Their bodies were refilled with strength and all the minor injuries on their bodies disappeared.

"What is going on..." Wenwen's mother felt incredible. The current situation was simply like a miracle and it was unbelievable.

“Gods…are you gods?!”

"Are you here to save us?"

She asked tremblingly, and the others looked at Ji Fanxing in shock and fanaticism.

"God?"

Ji Fanxing scratched his head. He had been promoted to the position of god and was now a middle-level god. It was not wrong to say that he was a god.

They said he came to rescue them, and that was true.

But, not "salvation".

"Ah, I'm not here to save you. That's too serious a word, I can't bear it... The one who can bear it is our sister-in-law..."

Ji Fanxing remembered that he was wearing a mecha and couldn't scratch his hair at all.

As he was speaking, the zombies pounced on him.

Everyone regained their strength and screams came one after another.

A flying sword flashed by in an instant, as fast as lightning and thunder. The tens of thousands of zombies that rushed over were beheaded before they even touched Ji Fanxing.

Ji Fanxing's eyes widened and she screamed in anger.

"Song Huai, you actually took advantage of me not paying attention and attacked me first. No, this doesn't count!"

The light wings on the mecha lit up. Boss Ji Fanxing, feeling that his credit was stolen, was unwilling to do so and took out his most powerful weapon.

He opened a box, and countless thin sheets flew out of it. After coming into contact with the air, these sheets quickly expanded into robots, flew down, and crazily fired at the zombies halfway up the mountain, shooting down countless zombies.

Song Huai paused, seemingly shocked.

Ji Fanxing was very proud:

"See? These are special robots designed for me by the young overlord. They normally exist in a two-dimensional state, but if needed in wartime, they'll instantly transform from two dimensions to three dimensions. This box can hold tens of billions of these robots. Amazing, isn't it?"

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