Reborn Zombie Supreme

The sword-wielding man with the name of a level 2 guard above his head jumped up high and slashed at He Cheng's head with the force of his strength.

As a zombie, He Cheng's body is not as agile as a human's. He was hit by a knife when he couldn't dodge!

The expected pain did not come. Instead, the thin white hair on his body protected him like chainmail from the knife.

"Zombies are not afraid of pain, and they are not afraid of being hacked by knives or axes!" He has already discovered his greatest advantage.

Facing the Taoist priest's mahogany sword, a secret treasure to exorcise evil spirits, he couldn't hide. A wooden sword could kill him, but the Yanling Dao, which is very lethal among humans, turned into a cotton swab in his eyes. It didn't hurt or itch when hit. .

If you chop hard, the weapon will curl.

Now that I am not afraid, I have no last worries.

With a roar, He Cheng rushed forward with the knife in his hand.

Being trapped in a confined space for several consecutive days brought him to the point of mental breakdown. Also breaking down was the fact that he had turned into a zombie. He needed to vent, and zombies became more bloodthirsty after smelling popularity.

He did not stop him and allowed his venting to mix with bloodlust,

then,

A pair of bloody eyes stared.

Many guards shuddered subconsciously when they saw these bloody eyes. At this time, they may have realized that they were facing a monster beyond human understanding.

While the guard was still on his feet after landing, he suddenly pounced on him and strangled his neck. No matter how much he shook, he couldn't break free from He Cheng's several hundred kilograms of strength.

The corpse's mouth was wide open, its fangs were covered with green and black corpse poison, exuding a unique corpse odor, and it aimed at the guard and bit it down!

"ah!!!"

The screams of the guards made He Cheng go crazy, but the blood in his mouth made him feel that a stream of heat was pouring into his dry body, making him stronger.

Another message appears,

"Experience +5"

Although the difference was only 1 level, the combat effectiveness of the two was vastly different. He Cheng could easily kill the guard, but the other party could not hurt him at all.

Just like he was able to kill Taoist Priest Qianhe at level 10, perhaps it was not just Tao Xing who stabilized his strength, but also the bonus of the weapon in his hand.

It seems that the level can only be used as a reference.

After he drained the blood, he threw the body away, and when he looked at the people surrounding him, he found that he was not as afraid of them as he was at the beginning.

Popularity is suppressing him less and less.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The heavy rain could not hide the heavy sound of the jumping corpses. The guards swallowed their saliva and looked at the zombies slowly jumping over. Their fighting spirit was greatly reduced.

Facing an enemy that cannot be hurt, people are most likely to lose their fighting spirit.

One person wiped the rain off his face and squeezed the handle of the knife with his right hand to make himself hold the knife tighter. He should be the leader, "Come together!"

In He Cheng's eyes, the words "Level 3, Leader of the Guards" were written on the top of this man's head. The big blood-red characters were soaked in the rain and were extremely eye-catching.

Knives slashed at them randomly, and the clumsy zombies were like targets, being chopped down without hesitation.

But no matter how sharp or strong the knife is, cutting it on a zombie will only knock him to the ground, and then he will stand upright again.

The python robe of the Qing Dynasty prince had been chopped into tatters, revealing his rotten chest covered with white hair.

Stab la la——

A slash of the knife produced a spark, and there was only a white mark on the zombie's body.

"Roar!"

The guards were eliminated one after another, and the blood mixed with the rain filled the mud pits created by the feet.

The zombie with its arms stretched out had blood in its mouth, but it still jumped forward.

The guards who were unfortunately caught all made midnight snacks to celebrate the emergence of the zombie prince from the coffin.

On the other side, a figure struggled to sit up in the tent cloth. It was Wu Shilang who had just been knocked away by a zombie's claw.

He just woke up.

"Ah - um!" The Asura Hell in front of him was so frightening that he wanted to scream, but he still had some brains and hurriedly covered his mouth for fear of disturbing the zombies.

"The smelly cow nose is dead! Seeing that these wastes who are paid are unreliable, no, I have to run..."

The green hills are not afraid of running out of firewood, but before running away, you have to take the little prince with you. The little prince is his big tree. The big tree can get sick and fall, but it must not die!

As long as the young prince is still alive, he, Wu Shilang, will still be the royal confidant who is in full swing.

Knowing that he had escaped temporarily and was nothing without the young prince, Wu Shilang gritted his teeth and got up and quietly picked up the young prince.

He stretched out his hand to test the young prince's breathing, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, I just fainted! Oops, my head is so hot and my face is turning blue, but don't get seriously ill!"

what to do?

Looking at the zombies killing everyone in the field, Wu Shilang wanted to ask for help and dragged an accompanying doctor over to see the doctor. Looking at the paralyzed maid, chef, and doctors, Wu Shilang suddenly thought, it would be better to keep the doctor to delay time, maybe the zombies would drink. Are you too lazy to chase him and the young prince when you are full?

"Help! Help..."

Wu Shilang stood up with the young prince in his arms and looked at Qianhe, who was still dead. A thought flashed through his mind, "Isn't the awesome senior brother also a Taoist priest?"

Since he is a Taoist priest, he might be able to deal with the zombies and keep himself and the young prince safe!

He quietly stood up on his tiptoes, took advantage of the loud sound of the rain, and ran towards the direction he came from, as if running for his life.

After running for more than a mile in one breath, Wu Shilang was panting from exhaustion, but he saw a familiar person in front of him.

"Who is that? Wait a minute!"

When others come out, they are the accompanying maids.

The maid who was hurriedly running for her life stopped, looked at Wu Shilang who was holding the young prince and breathing heavily behind her, gave a salute, and shouted obediently, "Wu Shilang..."

"How did you escape?" Wu Shilang didn't expect that someone was smarter than him and could run so fast.

But the maid thought that the other party was going to punish her for escaping, so she fell to her knees in fright. "When the zombie knocked the tent sideways, several sisters and I were scared and ran away together. However, the rain was too heavy, and we dispersed after running... …”

It turned out that more people had escaped.

"Come here," Wu Shilang waved, "Hold the little prince for a while, and let's go to the Taoist priest for help!"

"yes"

The maid obediently came over and took the young prince. When she subconsciously took a look, she found that the circles under the young prince's eyes were dark, and his small mouth couldn't hide the two fangs protruding from his lips.

"ah!!!"

The young prince had turned into a zombie. She screamed in fright, but accidentally woke up the young prince.

"What's it called?" Wu Shilang finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the rain off his face. When he looked back, he found that the maid who was only three steps away from him fell to her knees with a plop.

And the little prince she was holding in her arms "woke up", with a pair of dark eyes without emotion, but blood hanging from the corners of his mouth.

"Change! Change! Become a zombie!!"

Wu Shilang was so frightened that he rolled over and screamed as he fled towards Taoist Master Qianhe's senior brother's house.

But he didn't see it. The little zombie prince was startled when he saw him. He screamed "chichi" and escaped from the maid's arms. After jumping twice, he accidentally fell into the roadside and rolled away along the slope. .

The heavy rain gradually stopped,

A great war is about to end.

"Experience +5"

"Experience +5"

"Experience……"

"..."

"Experience +5"

"upgrade!"

"Experience +5"

"..."

When he reached level 4, He Cheng finally stopped from his frenzied state, and there was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in front of him.

With his feet in the bloody mud, He Cheng jumped hard, his speed and strength much stronger than when he broke out of the coffin.

The so-called information is very simple,

Level: lv4 (experience: 5/300)

Grade: white stiffness

Nothing much to see.

Looking at the body of Taoist Master Qianhe, he couldn't even figure out whether he was the monster or Qianhe was the monster.

In the game settings, only Taoist priests upgrade zombies, but no zombies kill Taoist priests to upgrade. Maybe he is a zombie baby?

Although the system that can make oneself stronger is simple, it has a lot of research potential.