Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times (Doomsday Strongest Cards Supplier)

"There are quite a few zombies on this field..."

"Huh... But after killing for so long, not a single promotion card has been released. It seems that this promotion card is really precious."

Fang Fan shook his head, the Yellow Turban Legion became extremely strong after being promoted to the one-star army. Everyone including Guan Hai possessed one-star combat power, and slaughtered among ordinary zombies... It can be said that it was a breeze.

Hundreds of zombies appeared in front of him again, and Fang Fan might have to think of a way to escape before putting them there.

But now with an order, the Yellow Turban Legion directly slaughtered the past, the Gothic Musketeer Corps randomly killed, alternately attacked from far and near, and hundreds of zombies fell one after another in a pool of blood.

Every time the Yellow Turban Warriors attacked, ten zombies were killed, and the Gothic Musketeers could basically guarantee a hit rate of more than 80% within a suitable range.

This is a massacre.

Huang Batian took people to hide in the dark. At this moment, they got into a small supermarket to avoid the zombies. Through the gap in the window, he saw the scene in front of him.

His eyes could not help revealing extreme envy.

Why did Wang Mazi dare to take his base? Stealing women and resources from their base?

Isn't it because Wang Mazi has a dozen or so soldiers like this? And now the soldiers under this young man seem to be stronger and more invincible...

"Who is there?"

Fang Fan picked up the magic crystal that fell on the ground, glanced towards the right front, and then scolded.

He has just ended the battle here, if someone comes out at this time and wants a sparrow behind, Fang Fan doesn't mind letting him understand what real cruelty is!

"Don't get me wrong, Your Excellency, we are all survivors. We hid in because of the zombie attack. Thank you, Your Excellency, for helping us annihilate the zombies."

In the small supermarket, Huang Batian walked out carefully with people.

Continuing to stay inside without saying a word is likely to cause hostility.

"I didn't save you on purpose, it was just a coincidence. There is no need to thank you. If there is nothing else, see you again."

Fang Fan's face was a little indifferent, and he was about to turn around.

"This brother..."

Huang Batian called out again hesitantly.

"Is there anything else? If you want me to bring you, I'd better not talk about it. I don't want to be burdensome."

Fang Fan put his harsh words to the fore. Along the way, he has met many survivors with such thoughts.

Facts have proved that it is more in Fang Fan's current interests to attack alone.

"No, no... That's right, I think brother, you are strong and strong, I wonder if you can help us clean up a bunch of robbers!"

"This bastard relied on himself to have a few ancient soldiers like you, and took advantage of our lair when we went out to slaughter zombies. Our resources, old and young, women and children are all inside..."

"I don't know what it's like to be spoiled by this beast!"

"Brother, I won't let you work in vain. We also killed a lot of zombies, and got a lot of this spar and various cards... We can give you as a reward..."

Huang Batian was careful when he spoke, he was also gambling.

There is still a trace of humanity in the gambler.

With the combat power that Fang Fan's subordinates have now, he will kill them directly, and then take the magic crystals and cards.

In the last days, things like this violation of ethics and morality have long been common.