Chapter 105 Chapter 105 Zombies (End)
He looked at the man in black robes in a playful manner, with a wicked smile of a successful prank and a hint of satisfaction at having had great revenge on his face.
It was worth it that he endured for so long.
God knows how much He Junxia wanted to get up and tell him to shut up when she heard one divisive and suggestive word after another in her ears.
The man in black robe who suddenly grabbed his wrist was stunned. He never expected that the person he had hypnotized for several hours remained awake and looked at him as if he were a clown.
The astonishment and disbelief on the black-robed man's face seemed to be tangible and penetrated the thick black mask into He Junxia's eyes.
The curve of the young man's mouth turned even higher.
The Pope and the guide standing by were so stunned by this scene that they just stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the field fell into an eerie silence, with only the words "I got you" echoing in the empty main hall.
Because the main hall was so large, the echo produced new echoes, making it sound like countless people were slowly repeating this sentence, making the scene even more funny and weird.
Amidst the noisy echoes, the black-robed man whose wrist was grabbed came to his senses and tried to escape, but unfortunately He Junxia was faster than him.
A searing purple-red flame exploded in the air, encircling the black-robed figure. The raging flames spread upward from the point where their wrists met, instantly igniting the black-robed figure's clothing and incinerating it in an instant.
Everything happened in a flash. When the Pope and the guide finally came to their senses, the black-robed man in charge of hypnosis had already been fully revealed to He Junxia.
Pale skin, sharp teeth and a pair of murderous eyes revealed the true identity of the man in black robe.
He is a zombie.
He Junxia was not surprised by this. After all, the Baiyun Church was closely related to the zombie horde in the Baiyun Base.
It's just that he seemed to have seen this zombie somewhere.
Where is it?
[Let go!]
Just as He Junxia was thinking, a sharp and piercing voice exploded in his head, and even his breathing could not help but stop for a moment.
pain!
It hurts so much!
It was as if countless needles were stirring up trouble in his mind, and as if his soul was being mercilessly torn apart by a pair of large hands, making him subconsciously want to obey the voice and let go.
No, no!
He Junxia groaned in pain and bit the tip of his tongue tightly to keep himself awake. His moist mouth was gradually filled with the smell of blood, and traces of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
He stared at the black-robed man who had revealed his true face, feeling doubtful. This was not the strength a third-level zombie should possess.
Normal level three zombies would have long lost the ability to resist under the siege of his superpowers, not to mention that just one word could give him a splitting headache.
Who is he?
No matter who dies, it is his best destination!
He Junxiayi's heart hardened, and he completely released the control over the intensity of the flame, allowing it to burn the zombies in front of him unscrupulously.
"Crackle, crackle..."
The full-strength attack of a sixth-level psychic was so powerful that even the air seemed to be distorted.
The raging and terrifying sea of fire arrogantly burned all living things it touched, and the wrist that He Junxia was holding gradually turned black.
The Pope and the guide who had been standing there in a daze finally came to their senses and used their special powers to try to rescue the man in black.
The magnificent metal tool instantly turned into a sharp blade and stabbed straight into He Junxia's heart. The jade platform sank rapidly, and the soil under the floor tiles rolled up and rushed straight towards the young man's mouth and nose.
He Junxia immediately stood up and jumped off the jade platform, his right hand still tightly grasping the black-robed man's charred wrist, and threw him heavily to the ground.
It has been burned so badly that its original appearance cannot be seen.
The sharp golden blade that followed was melted into golden liquid by the raging fire, and the surging and rolling soil hardened and solidified in the sea of fire.
No one can save it.
Even though He Junxia was just a newly advanced sixth-level psychic, it was no problem for him to deal with a fifth-level psychic and a fourth-level psychic.
This is the difference in levels!
[I said let go!]
The intense pain came again, and this time the sound was sharper and more painful than the last time.
The extreme pain spread to every nerve and every corner of the body, and it seemed as if the soul was not only ruthlessly torn in half, but also ground into fine powder bit by bit with a stone mill after being shattered.
He Junxia immediately cut off all functions of his body, even his heartbeat and breathing stopped.
However, the pervasive pain did not disappear, and it still clung to him like a maggot on his tarsal bone, just like the raging sea of fire that trapped the zombies inside.
Large streams of blood gushed out of the young man's eye sockets, nasal cavity, ear canals and corners of his mouth. The blood blurred his vision and danced on his handsome face.
The firelight revealed the blood-stained face.
It's terrifying, horrible, and yet has a hint of indescribable weirdness.
The zombie, which was almost burned to charcoal, slowly said: "Give up, you can't kill me."
"Cooperate with me and I will give you everything you want."
The young man smiled and opened his mouth to reveal a kind smile: "Good...bullshit." He rolled his eyes with difficulty, his eyes full of disdain for the person in front of him.
He Junxia has recognized his true identity - the Zombie King. He is not the fake Zombie King that appeared in the promotional video, but the manipulator behind all this.
The reason why He Junxia dared to determine its identity was not only because it could easily command the Pope and the guide and possessed powerful strength beyond that of a third-level psychic, but also because a simulated portrait of the Zombie King had been circulated among the top management of the base.
It was a painting by a famous portrait artist in City A. The person in the painting was 70% similar to its face.
Faced with He Junxia's verbal teasing, the Zombie King did not get angry. Even though his body had been burned beyond recognition, his tone was still playful.
"You don't think those people can come to rescue you?"
"Just this?"
The Zombie King raised his hand slightly, and a long and deep wound appeared on He Junxia's right arm as if it had been cut by a sharp blade. Under the wound was a small chip.
The humanoid creature in the purple flame was arrogant and domineering.
He said, “This is my territory.”
The tiny chip detached from the muscle tissue and fell into the sea of fire, disappearing without a trace.
He Junxia's heart sank. Even though he had been mentally prepared, the Zombie King's strength still exceeded his expectations.
"Cooperation?"
"I'll give you one more chance."
The humanoid creature didn't seem to be afraid of the burning flames at all. He looked at the young man with interest, as if expecting him to give a different answer.
He Junxia did as he wished.
"OK."
He Junxia withdrew his supernatural power, and the raging sea of fire disappeared instantly, but his right hand never loosened.
He said, "I want to be the master of Yunjiang Base."
The ambition in the young man's eyes was clearly revealed to everyone. Instead of being angry at his outrageous words, the Zombie King burst into laughter.
"You made the right choice."
He Junxia asked him, "But how am I supposed to report this to the base commander? If I go back empty-handed, he'll definitely kill me."
The charcoal man smiled and said, "That's easy."
He turned to look at the dazed Pope, who seemed to have not yet recovered from shaking hands with his enemy, and gently beckoned with his finger: "Come here."
The Pope in gorgeous robes walked slowly towards them. His eyes were dull and his limbs were stiff and slow. He didn't look like a living person or a zombie, but more like a puppet controlled by strings.
"Click"
There was a big hole in the Pope's head, and a fifth-level crystal core slowly floated out and fell into the palm of the zombie king's hand. Killing a fifth-level zombie was easy for him.
He Junxia's heart sank.
The Zombie King's ability level is at least level seven, and it may even be level eight or nine. However, the strongest ability user in official records is only level seven, and this ability user is in the capital base.
We can't let it grow any further!
He Junxia made up his mind, but on the surface he still looked at the corpse lying on the ground in horror. After a moment, he shifted his gaze to the level five crystal core in the zombie king's hand.
The young man's eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the Zombie King, but his desire for the crystal core was clearly written on his face.
"A reward for you."
The Zombie King threw the crystal core out nonchalantly, and looked at the young man with mockery as he immediately raised his head and reached out to catch it like a pug.
This is what human beings are like.
Dirty humans, hypocritical humans, humans who deserve extinction.
But just as the Zombie King was mocking human nature and thinking about the future, a huge energy wave hit him, causing his face to change suddenly.
"This is human territory."
A terrifying sea of fire with the power to destroy everything swept over along with the young man's ridicule.
It can't escape.
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