Rise From The Doom

In the darkness, Liu Wei An was like a ghost, quietly approaching the cemetery. From afar, he saw two sentries, back to back, quietly chatting to relieve their boredom. Because they were at a disadvantage, their voices transmitted over here and there.

"Say … Is this girl … Stupid... He said he was … Inside... It was really … Letter... Thousands … "She, she dares to enter …"

"Your brain is really stupid... However, his strength was indeed incredible … KILL... Tens of brothers … He even let her escape … He didn't know if he could catch it or not … One day … "There was no reply..."

This was also the reason why even though they knew that the strength of the zombies at night had greatly increased, they still sent people to attack. They were fighting for time. Their target was the zombies, otherwise, even if Lu Yan had three heads and six arms, she wouldn't be able to escape.

From time to time, they would think of miserable cries of pain and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. A gust of wind blew past and blew away the fog in front of them, and a grand battle scene appeared in front of their eyes, covering seven or eight hundred meters in all directions. There were people everywhere, and zombies everywhere.

There were at least 4000 people, but this was the first time Liu Wei An had seen such a grand battle scene. During the process of advancing and retreating, there were already dozens of zombies lying on the ground.

If one did not leave behind anything in this world, then it would be a shame to leave. The scene in front of him ignited the ambition that Liu Wei'an had buried deep in his heart. As a person, it was natural to do so.

A robust man suddenly turned his head. His eyes swept over the wilderness but didn't find anything. There was a trace of doubt on his face as he slowly turned his head.

This muscular man gave him the feeling of palpitations. With just a glance, he could tell that if it wasn't the night, if it wasn't for the corpse aura covering his body, if it wasn't for the fact that the color of his clothes was similar to the ground, he would have already been discovered.

The burly man was not tall, at most 1.7m, and was half a head lower than him, but the aura he gave off was like that of a towering mountain, with just a glance, he was almost unable to breathe. If the youth with the sword on his back was a Bronze-rank master, then he was at least a late Bronze-rank, or even a Silver-rank master.

After coming to this conclusion, Liu Wei An became more cautious. It took him ten minutes to get out of the fifty meter distance, leaving the range of a Silver rank expert's senses behind. He then jumped up and ran to the other side.

Fighting formations had always been the focus of military research. The distance between the Flying Horse Squadron and the battle formation was naturally still more than a thousand miles. However, strict training and accurate command could allow a warrior to display a strength of one to more than two. With the coordination between the various branches of the army, the players had already figured out a little bit of experience on how to best utilize their strength.

A zombie let out a shrill scream, and when the sound reached the soldier's ears, it was as if someone was rubbing a stone against an iron plate. The warrior grabbed the shield with both hands and pushed it up, but when he was at the peak of his strength, an arrow shot out of the ground had pierced through the back of the warrior's heart, and as if he was hit by a tidal wave, the zombie easily knocked him into the formation, and as its claws swept across the air, the Huntress's body was torn into two halves, and as its body collided with the warrior's body, a series of crackling sounds could be heard, recalling the bones of the warrior, the flexible zombie fell down, landing right in front of the archer.

The scream lasted less than three seconds, and by the time the zombie threw him out, he had already turned into a mummy.

The same situation happened over and over again. The sharp arrows had already killed more than a dozen people in the blink of an eye. Each of them had appeared at a crucial moment, causing more than a hundred casualties.

"Who's up to this? "Come out." A Company Leader shouted angrily.

The archers shot their arrows in the direction of the arrow, and very soon, Liu Wei An was forced out of the way. One of the hunters, with his sharp eyes, saw Liu Wei An and shouted loudly.

"Over there!"

"You, you, and all of you, go and kill him." The Company Leader pointed to three small squads of ten people. A total of thirty people rushed towards Liu Wei An. Liu Wei An let out a strange cry before turning around and running away.

"Don't run." The thirty of them sped up and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At first, he could still hear shouting, but very quickly, he could no longer hear anything. Seeing this situation, the Company Leader did not know why, but a sense of unease arose within him. Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes passed. None of the pursuers returned, and the Company Leader's brow furrowed.

"Ahh!"

The Company Leader raised his head abruptly, just in time to see an archer fall to the ground. A sharp arrow was stuck in his back, and with a second scream, a hunter was pierced through the throat by an arrow. Another miserable scream was heard. This time, it was the Warrior who was shot by the arrow. The moment he fell, he was torn to shreds by the zombies.

"It's you again!" "Squads two, three, four, five, six, get rid of this enemy for me. If the enemy doesn't die, then don't even come back!"

"Yes sir!"

The fifth and sixth squads were all archers.

The Company Leader had already realized how strong the enemy was, and the odds were against him. As such, this time, with the addition of two more archers, and the suppression from the front and back, he did not believe that an archer could turn the tables.

However, the truth was out of his expectations. After the five squads chased, there was no sound. In less than fifteen minutes, the enemy appeared again. They were still hidden in the dark and shot out arrow after arrow like the hands of the god of death. The archer's archery skills were shockingly accurate. Every time an arrow was shot, a person would fall.

"You guys go." This time, they had sent out a hundred men.

Since the enemy was sneaking around, it meant that there was a limit to their power. Otherwise, they could attack him in broad daylight. With a hundred people, even if they were unarmed, they could still destroy him.

Half an hour later, the mysterious arrows descended once again, and in an even more arrogant manner, they killed 13 people in one go. The battlefield was in chaos, and the zombies that were freed jumped around, clawed and bit at each other, and people kept falling.

"Vice Captain, stay behind. Everyone else, follow me." The Company Leader's voice came from the gaps between his teeth, as he unsheathed his sword and charged forward with a murderous look on his face, bringing along a hundred men with him.

However, because of the shock from the previous arrow, he did not dare to leave the group. At the beginning, he could still see the shadows of the enemies, but after circling around once, he had lost them. After looking for over ten minutes, the enemies seemed to have disappeared into thin air, without leaving behind any traces. After looking for another ten minutes, the Company Leader hesitated for a while, but he still did not dare to split up his forces. In the end, he said unwillingly: "Go back."

As soon as he returned to the cemetery, he was immediately stunned by the scene before him. His men were all killed, half of them killed by arrows, half by zombies, and the other Company Leader with a hundred men was here cleaning up the mess.

"What's going on?" The Company Leader Zou Mei asked.

The Company Leader's face was livid as he looked at the dead bodies on the ground, his teeth almost grinding to pieces.

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