Doomsday Gu Moon

Chapter 590 Chapter 591

It’s silly to think of surviving and passing by. Don’t look at those undead who give you that opportunity?

The undead will not let go because of their cowardice and non-resistance, but will become even more fierce, which simply contributes to the arrogance of the undead’s catastrophe.

Therefore, it is impossible to reconcile the contradiction between the two forces. Their result is victory and Death.

Avoid? Hide? Even if it can conceal the vitality tightly, how about it? Can it be avoided for a lifetime?

The way to deal with the undead catastrophe is not to escape, the only way is to destroy them and destroy them completely.

“It’s really lawless, these places turned out to be places of dark shadows where the undead gather.” Qi Long looked at everything in front of him and said with a sullen expression.

What was presented in front of the Qi’s army was such an astonishing and terrifying scene:

The darkest edge of the sky was covered with blood-red mist, hanging in the cold dark night, and the howling of the wind roared at the falling moon like a wild beast with its head up.

There was no trace of Star falling, and among the fallen ruins, there was a ghostly gasp and a greedy smile crawling.

In the end, the lingering pale moonlight fell on his last reflection. The clouds in the sky turned into blood-like rivers. The storm was mixed with dust and swept the tiny hills, and the fragmented nightmare had just begun.

This is the blue sky and white day, the sun is shining brightly, and the area in front of you has turned into this way, how can people not feel angry?

There is no vitality, only lifelessness; there is no bright color, gray and black are the keynotes of all; there is no hope and light, only death and despair…

Whether it is fighting with the demonic beasts on the land or fighting for hegemony on the land and sea, human Gu Masters are all living creatures, living creatures. Even the monsters such as zombies at the beginning have embarked on the strange road of the corpse clan.

But at least they are living creatures, and what are these undead? You are already dead, the dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the earth, shouldn’t you stay, what are you back for?

The contradiction of life and death is a contradiction that can never be reconciled.

Jiang Qiang is a commander of the sharp soldiers, this time their team of 300 people is responsible for the role of charging and encroaching, and the leader is the famous war tiger-Qi Hu.

The ranks of the Qi’s army are secretly set up in ancient ways: five people are a corps leader, ten people are very long, fifty people are military commanders, a hundred people are centuries and a hundred generals, five hundred people are small capitals, and a thousand people are big capitals. . Three thousand people are generals and generals, five thousand are generals and generals, and 10,000 are generals and deputy generals.

However, even now, the swordsman has only broken through to 10,000 people, and Qi Long, the general, can be regarded as worthy of the name.

As for the sharp soldiers that he stayed with, if there were thousands of commanders, I am afraid that General Own would be able to wake up in his dreams. So far, only a little more than five hundred people have broken through, and Qi Hu is the head of the small capital.

And Jiang Qiang, as a chief of the army, his status and status can be described as not low, and of course he bears heavier responsibilities. Three hundred sharp soldiers acted as the team that charged forward, and the remaining two hundred men then acted as backups.

Jiang Qiang looked at the miserable sky, and felt the cold wind blowing in the empty street at this moment. It was cold and cold, like a ghost grinding his teeth and sucking blood in his ears, which made people shudder. The long-handled broadsword in his hand couldn’t help but clenched for a few minutes, accurately ready to go at any time.

The crescent was glowing blue, bluffing. The darkness seemed to open huge ghost eyes, groping with his hands, hanging crying on the shadowy dead branches, and the hoarse wind tore everything.

Darkness belongs to the undead, they walk in the darkness. The dead are the new life of the dead; they interpret life with Death.

When the darkness played the death movement; they appeared before the eyes of all living creatures. Take away all lives, all souls.

They are the catastrophe of the undead! Belief in darkness, desire for power. Loyalty to evil, yearning for destruction.

They crawled out of The Underworld and recovered from Death. They saw the fall as a kind of sublimation, destruction, everything will be destroyed, and everything will be reduced to a desolate silence, and the undead will be immortal forever.

Even the Gu World Heavenly Dao doesn’t know what kind of monsters he has created, but as long as it is an enemy of the living creatures in the Blue Star World, then it will be enough.

The resurrected souls will never forget the day when the overture of the undead is played. Their so-called dust, the so-called losers, and the past that have passed away, are announcing to the world that we are back.

The night filled the blood-colored fields, and the dim moonlight was not bright enough to linger Death. Forgotten, forgotten. What’s left? In my heart, dry heart.

They remember that day: Heaven, Mengmengliang. Waking up next to the tomb, the death knell wall, leaving only mottled pain and wounds.

Look back, look back again. The battlefield of blood and fire, the glory that was once, now only the body that was slaughtered, the soul that never left.

Their hollow eye sockets, no blood, no tears, no light… far away, look far away. The glory that was once, the glory that was rotten, the glory that passed away…

The old wounds on the finger bones cannot be washed away, and the broken limbs cannot conceal their faith. Hold the gun, then hold the gun. Back to the forefront again, where is the future? Where is the hatred?

The horns of the Overture of the Undead blew in the distance again, and when will they return to their hometowns and their original places?

However, this is just a wishful thinking. They have passed away. Even if they are revived, it is impossible to return to the original place. How can they return to the so-called hometown?

Even the undead know that the minds of non-self races must be different, so what about other creatures, not to mention the irreconcilable contradictions of Life and death.

But what do you think you used to be? Whose bride is it? Who makes clothes for?

The rotten green dead flames, the beating despair, and who is singing in a low voice? Speaking of the grief of the forsaken, the final result is to prove hope with battle.

The overture of the undead is played, the resurrection of the dead, the catastrophe of the undead is swept…

But how many people have truly understood the undead?

Break through the boundaries of rationality and write down the oath of degeneration and destruction.

The undead completely abandon the absurd and sad fate of the Blue Star Cultivation Gu, set foot on the rebellious dedication of resistance and struggle, looking for the far-reaching guidance of the soul-shifting dream. They are inspiring to tear up those hypocritical and ugly faces, and the Death Covenant shows strength and determination in the truest sense.

Singing from the undead from the abyss of The Underworld, tells of eternal obsessions and ideals.

The cold wind blows away the hesitation, freezing the remaining broken faith and the glorious glory.

The weapon that pierced yesterday’s chest seemed to shed tears, unwilling, desperate, resentful…

The lonely fluttering cloak contains so much heaviness; the indelible pain in the step forward; bid farewell to the past and break through the cage of destiny.

The dark tide is surging and the abyss completely freezes the past life.

A sorrowful cry awakens the short and pure night sky.

Frozen loneliness blooms and withers, burning indifferent frost.

The gloomy night fear fell, spreading corruption and eroding everything.