zombie frenzy

Chapter 469 You cut off the evil for me
The flames of Times Square can be seen from most of New York City.

Although it is daytime and there are dense buildings in the middle, as long as you look over there, you can see that the sky is red.

A large puff of black smoke rose in the sky, and at a close distance, a thin layer of fine black particles was scattered on the window sill. When you twist your fingers, the particles will turn into black ash, which will smear on your hands. Feels like toner.

An unpleasant scorched stench enveloped the entire city. Even the survivors who did not go out and hid in hidden places to avoid zombies discovered the strangeness of the outside world.

"What's that? Is there a fire?"

"Is someone setting the fire? What is he trying to do?"

"I know it's there, it's Times Square."

"What's this smell? Damn, why is it so bad."

"I can swear, someone is burning zombies, I am familiar with the smell."

"Burn zombies? Oh my god, how long does it take to turn the sky into darkness?"

The survivors, hiding in every corner, were stunned by the flames and the black particles floating in the sky. They stared and opened their mouths wide. They didn't even notice those particles drifting into their mouths. with.

Such a large-scale incineration requires at least a large amount of fuel, which cannot be achieved by a few bottles of mineral water.

Moreover, the sky is full of black particles. Judging from the layer of ashes that has been spread on the window sill for a short time, it may be possible to fill a large box just by sweeping the visible ones. If these are ashes, then How many monsters were burned in Times Square?

Reminiscent of the deafening music that came before, and the zombies that have been passing by in front of Times Square these two days, the reaction is quick, and I have already guessed that at least tens of thousands of zombies were burned in this fire. into ashes.

"Come on, pack your things, let's go to Times Square." Someone started to speak.

"Brother, what are you doing there?" A young man asked in a daze.

The bearded man known as the big brother waved his palm on the back of his head, "Why are you so stupid? There are obviously strong people over there, so of course I went to join them."

The young man yelled and muttered dissatisfiedly, "We are living a good life, is it necessary to seek refuge? Don't let people be used as cannon fodder."

His worries are not unreasonable. Except for those who have just started working hard together, only relatives and friends can treat them specially. I didn't do this out of good intentions, and my status is definitely the lowest. The resources needed for survival can only be the lowest level. As long as I can still survive, of course it is best to be independent.

"What do you know?" The elder brother glared at him, wiped the window sill with his hand, pointed to the ashes he had swept together, and said, "See, I dare say that this time we definitely killed tens of thousands of monsters, Such a person, do you think he will lack cannon fodder?"

"Besides, after cleaning up so many monsters, it is conceivable that a large area of ​​land nearby belongs to him, and he has all the resources. It is better than us hiding here and starving every now and then, right? Go early, say Maybe you can be a small boss in the cannon fodder, life is absolutely wonderful."

The young man's eyes lit up, "Let's go, big brother, what are you waiting for, let's hurry over, don't let anyone get ahead of you."

Not long after, on the street, one after another people were hiding in the direction of Times Square, some with heavy burdens on their backs, and some with empty hands.

The protection of the strong is too tempting for them, even if they can survive, these people also choose to seek refuge, and they all think of one thing, that is to join the ranks first before others.

In this world, if some people go east, others will go west.

"Go, damn it, this is not going to make people live."

A few guys looked angrily at the black particles that kept floating behind them, carrying big bags, shining weapons, and thick bone sticks in their hands, and quickly disappeared into the streets and alleys, heading away from Times Square. and go.

The sudden appearance of the flames made these people feel the danger, and they were worried that the rising strong over there would forcibly confiscate them. Before the particles dispersed, they packed up their luggage as quickly as possible, and walked towards the unfamiliar place without looking back. He would rather take the risk of being neighbors with zombies than become the opponent's subordinate, and finally die as cannon fodder.

These two teams would run into each other on the street from time to time. The two sides looked at each other, carefully guarded each other, and after a while of silence, they quickly separated, and each went to the direction they chose, disappearing into the other's field of vision. .

On the building in the distance, Guo Fei once sensed hostility.

A guy wearing a black cloak covering his whole body stood there, holding a long white bone stick in his hand. I don't know what kind of monster was left behind. It was full of bumps and scratches. Dark red blood stains were stained on it, even if it was rubbed bright by hand, it did not disappear.

Holding the binoculars in his hand, the strange man stared at the distant flames for a long time before putting his hand down.

Behind him, several companions in gray cloaks stood with their heads lowered, and the air was filled with a cold atmosphere.

There is a circle of crosses erected around the roof, made of rough steel plate and iron pipes, bound with iron wires, with human-shaped objects nailed to them, some are bloody and bloody as if their outer skin has been peeled off, some have been disemboweled, A basin was placed below, and the viscera flowed out of the stomach, and some had their skulls dug out, and what was filled in the skull was unknown, and a small flame was constantly shaking there.

The blood is not always black, but there is a bright red inside not too far away. A circle of arm-thick gray candles is lit in the center of the roof, and the strange fragrance keeps wafting out, perfectly covering up the blood on the cross streets. Lose.

"That's evil."

After being silent for a while, the weirdo stretched out a withered palm, pointed in the direction of Times Square, and said in a hoarse voice, "I feel their evil breath, they are not human beings, they are monsters, and God is punishing us , cut him off."

"Yes, my lord." The gray robes behind them bowed their heads, and said respectfully and enthusiastically.

"Evil has occupied the world, and God has punished you. You are my choice to walk in the world. Go, spread the glory of God, let the evil have nowhere to hide, and cut off their claws." Take a shot and make a false grab in front of several people.

A series of blurred ripples rippling in front of him and several gray robes, quickly plunged into their bodies.

As if being spat with chicken blood, the gray robe stood up straight, hammered his right hand heavily on his chest, loudly followed unintelligible sentences, stepped backwards, and walked out step by step, until he was more than ten meters away, and then passed suddenly. turn around.

"Go, go, destroy the evil."

From nowhere, twenty or thirty guys with lighter-colored cloaks suddenly came out. After being selected by several gray robes, ten of them were taken away, and the rest hung their heads in frustration, and returned weakly. When he reached the dark hiding place, he hid his body again.

The weirdo silently watched his subordinates leave, walked up to a cross, muttered in a low voice, and stretched out his hands to scratch in front of the bright red body.

Beads of blood ooze out from the skinned muscles, float in the air, and gather into small balls.

The flesh and blood nailed to the cross like a sculpture suddenly moved, opened its mouth, and made a whooping sound. Look carefully, this guy's eyes were gouged out, and his tongue was cut off at the root. He could only struggle hard. Look at the mouth type, as if cursing in anger.

There was a sound of inhalation in the cloak, and a small ball of blood quickly poured into his mouth.

The weirdo didn't mind the other party's reaction. After sucking the mouthful of blood contentedly, he burped slightly, stretched out his hand, and observed carefully in front of him.

The blood, like a fine silk spider web, quickly spread from the arm to the palm, the dry palm became bloody, and the muscles became much plumper.

"Devil, you are not human, if you have the guts, kill me."

Not far from the weirdo, a sculpture moved, roaring crazily and cursing desperately.

A few light robes sprang out from the side, holding a handful of ashes of unknown nature, and quickly stuffed them into his mouth, a guy held a long pliers, stuck into his mouth, and pulled his tongue out out.

The pliers clamped the tongue tightly, pulled it hard, and the ten-centimeter-long tongue was more than twice as long as usual, causing the flesh and blood to groan and struggle.

laugh.

A silver light flashed across, and with a thud, a tongue fell to the ground, and blood slowly flowed out.

The flesh and blood body froze suddenly, and after a moment, his head drooped, as if fainted by the pain.

Several gray robes picked up the tongue on the ground, bowed to the strange man, and quietly returned to the darkness.

There seemed to be bursts of drumbeats around, the flames of the candles danced wildly, and the cold atmosphere became more serious, and a thin layer of frost formed on the crosses.

……

'My lord, the corpses are moving again. ' An evolutionary stared nervously at the screen and reported.

"Damn it, why can't this place be quiet for a while?" the leader said angrily.

No one dared to answer, they just looked at the screen silently, typing on the keyboard with both hands, not knowing what they were busy with.

"Where is that over there?" asked the leader.

The evolutionary looked at the map, "My lord, it should be Times Square."

The leader stood up and walked out of the tent, looked over from a distance, and asked suspiciously, "Is there any trace of the corpse emperor?"

"No adults, that guy seems to be dead, and hasn't appeared for a long time." The evolutionary said.

"Why isn't the monitor not good? Didn't it say that it can be completed today?" the leader said dissatisfied.

"This one……"

The two evolutionaries did not dare to speak, looked at each other, and lowered their heads nervously.

The ground suddenly trembled slightly, and the sky in the distance turned red. A few kilometers away, they all seemed to feel a heat wave at this moment.

"What's going on?" the leader shouted nervously.

"My lord, it seems, it seems to be a fire." The evolutionary replied stammeringly.

The leader gave him a hard look, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Fire, fire, my lord." The evolved Gulu swallowed.

The leader reached out and grabbed his collar, pulled him up, pointed at the surroundings and shouted, "Zombies all over the world, are you going to tell me that they also know how to set fire to houses?"

"My lord, my lord, there's a message from Mader that the monitor has been repaired." Another evolutionary suddenly covered his ears and listened for a while, then stood up excitedly.

"What are you waiting for? Turn to Times Square quickly." The leader shouted loudly.

Throwing down the evolutionary in his hand, he pushed him aside, grabbed the front of the screen with one step, widened his eyes, and watched the picture slowly appear on the screen with flickering snowflakes.

(End of this chapter)