After the Doomsday Rebirth, My Whole Family is Big Brother

  Chapter 640, Bronze Sword

  When the safe base is full of zombies, the living people find that they really can’t get out.

  Fighting, only resistance can have a ray of life.

  So, the abilities makers began to use their abilities frantically, and even a dozen people formed a circle, wanting to open a way to the outside.

  The zombies began to fall in pieces, carrion flew across, and heads of zombies instantly became physically mutilated.

  There are too many zombies. The zombies in front fall down, and the zombies behind have already rushed over.

   Their instincts have been brought to the extreme, and there are no corpses of the same kind in their eyes, only the flesh and blood in front of them can be smelled.

  Even if some zombies have swallowed flesh and blood, and even their abdomen has been raised high, they still desperately squeezed to the front.

  They have no scruples about the abilities that blow on their faces, even if their necks are chopped off, the black teeth in their mouths are still one piece.

  The decayed smell of zombies rushed to Tianlinggaier, and the black and crushed zombies made people feel endless despair.

  It seems useless no matter how to resist, it can only become a food for zombies.

  They wondered why the Mingcheng security base was attacked by a group of zombies for no reason?

  This place is so vast and sparsely populated, there shouldn’t be so many zombies.

  Some people fell into despair.

  One of the men who looked very strong, withdrew the abilities in his hand, his abilities had begun to dry up, and the fireball he released was smaller than the flame of a lighter.

  He glanced at the abilities around him in confusion, and the abilities released by the abilities were getting weaker and weaker.

   Soon, it will soon be overwhelming.

  His eyes are not as desperate as others, but his eyes are unusually firm.

  It seems that there is a way not to be swallowed by zombies.

  He bent down and glanced at the ground. A lot of carrion was sprayed on the ground, and the black carrion was stained with black blood.

  All are zombie viruses.

  He randomly picked up a piece of carrion the size of a thumb, and carefully distinguished it. It was probably a piece of carrion that had fallen from the face of a zombie.

  Because you can still see the outline of the corner of the mouth faintly.

   "Maybe that zombie is right. Being a zombie is really freedom and evolution. Does the happy valley of zombies really exist?"

  The man took out a portable radio from the small bag he was carrying with him.

  Amidst the roar of the surrounding zombies, he turned on the radio, and the sound of the radio was very small, it was maddening.

  The surroundings are too noisy, the cry for help, the roar of the zombies, and the sound of the surviving abilities cheering each other, all blended together.

  He put his ears close to the radio, barely able to hear a little sound.

  "As long as you become a zombie, you are not afraid of everything, Happy Valley of Zombies, welcome you to come, if you happen to become a senior zombie or a zombie king, you are the earth emperor among the zombies, and there is no need to hide XZ..."

  In that frequency band on the radio, there was another voice from the Zombie King calling for everyone to become zombies, calling for everyone to join the Zombie League.

  The man took a deep breath, smashed the radio to the ground, and the radio fell to pieces in an instant.

  He stared at the carrion in his hands.

   Without hesitation, looking at the zombie that was about to break through the encirclement in front of him, he directly threw the carrion into his mouth.

  The abilities around who were fighting desperately did not notice his abnormality at all, but there were more and more zombies in front of him, the abilities became weaker and weaker, and the expression on his face became more and more desperate.

  The middle-aged man squatted on the ground with his head in pain, and opened his mouth desperately. The carrion in his mouth had been swallowed into his stomach, but there was still some black blood remaining in his mouth.

  A little bit of black blood easily dyed his white teeth black.

  The fingers were tightly clenched together, the green veins that appeared were getting darker and darker, and the body twitched weirdly.

   His face began to twist at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a few minutes, he would become a zombie.

   "Ah! He is infected!"

  The superpower beside him looked at the middle-aged man who was wailing in horror, and without hesitation used a dagger he carried with him to pierce his temple straight.

   "No...shou..."

  The middle-aged man still has a little memory at this time, and his throat relies on instinct to make a suppressed roar.

  His eyes began to turn scarlet, and he watched the dagger get closer and closer to his head.

  I want to stand up and run away, but I can't control my body.

   There was a sharp pain in my head, and I didn’t know anything when my eyes went dark.

  He didn't become a zombie until he died, and he didn't know where Happy Valley was.

   "Ah! Help!"

  As soon as the middle-aged man fell down, these dozen or so abilities could no longer hold it.

   Their abilities will be exhausted, but the zombies are like endless, they can't be killed.

  Finally, a group of zombies broke through their safety zone, chewing and devouring flesh and blood.

  In less than ten minutes, there were no bones of more than a dozen supernaturalists, and there was no chance of becoming a zombie.

  This kind of drama is staged in every corner of the Mingcheng Security Base.

  In less than half an hour, almost all humans have become a piece of flesh in the belly of a zombie.

  These meats did not give them much satiety.

  Hunger and bloodthirsty are still the only emotions in their brains.

  Half an hour later, only a pair of grandparents were left to support the Mingcheng security base.

  They have already killed their eyes, and there are piles of zombies in front of them, and black blood is everywhere on the bodies of the two of them.

  Yao Bei's hands glowed with a yellowish ochre light. He and Mr. Yao stood tall, and under his feet was the earth wall cast by Yao Bei.

  Zombies are all around the dirt wall.

  They kept hitting the earth wall, and the surface of the earth wall was covered with dense cracks.

  From time to time, Yao Bei injected soil energy under his feet, so that the soil wall would not collapse suddenly.

  Old man Yao's face was hazy, and he held a bronze sword in his hand. In addition to the smell of copper, the surface of the bronze sword was also glowing with a hint of golden light.

  He is a gold-type superpower. The bronze sword looks extremely flexible in his hands. Sometimes it will grow longer and sometimes it will bend. Usually this sword will be wrapped around the waist.

  A bronze bird portrayed on the surface of the bronze sword. The neck and chest of the bronze bird have patterns like fish scales, and the tail feathers are particularly long, hanging down.

  The bronze sword is full of historical simplicity and vicissitudes.

  The decoration engraved with bronze birds seems to bring people back to the time when everyone was a ghost and god.

  This is the weapon of Mr. Yao, a bronze sword bought from the antique market.

  Originally, it was just a collectible. After awakening the gold power, I discovered that this bronze sword is more than just a sword...

  The male zombie in a suit tilted his head and looked at the rebellious Yao family ancestors and grandchildren on the dirt wall in the distance, gently raising his rotten fingers.

  Closed one of his scarlet eyes, pointed his finger at their forehead, and aimed.

  咻咻――

  Two thumb-sized ice cones instantly formed on the tips of the fingers, and flew straight towards the grandfather and grandson.

  The ice cone pierced the air, and the fast naked eyes hardly had time to observe.

   噗 噗嗤.

  Two ice cones pierced into the two foreheads firmly, leaving a red blood hole in the middle of their eyebrows.

  The two of them are like a broken rag doll, falling down from the dirt wall.

   did not have time to fall to the ground, and directly hit the group of zombies below.

  At this time, they were still the rations in the eyes of zombies, and they were all eaten up.

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  (End of this chapter)