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Chapter 1736 Meeting (It’s so comfortable to wake up until nine o’clock every day)

The story of the space undead is no longer necessary to be told. The whole thing is just one or two five. The ancient sage felt pitiful when they saw them, so he helped them. As a result, they felt that the help was not enough, so they turned around and launched an attack on the ancient sage.

Then the ancient sage was pressed to the ground to rub, which is a typical example of the fight against Mien.

After being pressed to the ground by the ancient saint, the group of two and five boys still did not repent, created the star god, and launched an attack on the ancient saint again. Moreover, they also believed in the lies of the star gods, their flesh and blood were bitter and weak, and their machinery ascended, abandoned their bodies and souls, and turned everything into cold data.

They actually turned around and blamed the star god?

Players' evaluation is that the life of the space undead is that their cognition is worthy of their suffering.

It deserves it, it's purely self-defeated.

The same goes for skinder virus.

This appeared when the Space Dead destroyed the Star God. At that time, the Space Dead Against the Star God. They defeated a Star God called the Skinner, who cursed the Space Dead before his death. .

Oh, no, it's strictly a virus.

The space undead infected with viruses will show a crazy desire for flesh and blood, and they will want to tear and destroy all organisms and devour their flesh and blood. From this perspective, it feels a bit like a vampire curse.

But there is a fundamental difference between the two sides.

That is, can the cold, mechanical body of the space undead feel the warmth and touch of flesh and blood?

Of course it is impossible!

So the space undeads who were infected with the skinned virus would become violent. They were like hungry vampires who wanted to thirst for blood to satisfy themselves, but they could not feel a little bit of flesh and blood. They even try desperately to stuff their flesh and blood into their mouths, "fantasizing" that they swallowed their flesh and blood.

However, the bodies of the space undead are not living things. No matter how they do it, they cannot feel the vivid marks of life, the warmth and touch of flesh and blood.

From this point of view, the star **** really understands it torture them forever with things that the space undead can no longer have.

Because of this, these space undead have almost become violent. They are not as rational as ordinary space undead, but more like WAGGGGGH's green skin. As long as they see an organism, they will rush up and tear it to pieces. , peel off their skins and wrap them on your body, then leave the other person's bones as souvenirs, and apply the other person's flesh and blood to every corner of your body, as if you can feel the temperature of the flesh and blood.

Of course, this is purely self-deception.

Not only that, the fear of the dead can also act across dimensions like the thin black skinned person. They usually hide in a space called the skinder dimension, and feel where there is flesh and blood and battle, and they will rush over to satisfy their hunger desires that can never be calmed.

And ordinary space undead are afraid of these guys.

The reason is very simple, that is, the skinned virus is contagious! Moreover, this thing is an incurable disease. Once it is contagious, it will be completely over and no one can save it!

The fearful deceased betrayed the ancient saint and was beaten up and chose to become a space undead.

Then they betrayed the Star God and were implanted with the Skinner virus.

From this we can see that Erwuzai never ended well.

The life of the space undead is a life that he deserves to ask for.

The Spirit Clan is not much better. Originally, they had a galaxy and should have moved towards a higher, faster and stronger direction. As a result, these idiots actually focused all their energy on turning on IMPART, and finally created an abstract thing like the evil of obsession, which made me almost wiped out my clan!

From this we can see that the aliens are all a group of mud that cannot be supported by the wall. If you want to recast the glory of the Milky Way, you have to rely on us humans!

Make mankind great again!

"Audio command! Cross-shoot, fire suppression!"

With Duanmuhuai's order, the servants raised the plasma cannon in their hands. With the whine sound of the capacitor, the plasma compressed to the extreme roared out and blasted towards the battlefield ahead. At the same time, Duanmu Huai also flashed and rushed into the group of skinned people with the power axe in his hand!

He did not intend to save this group of unlucky scientific expedition members. After all, in Duanmuhuai's plan, the other party was going to die, and they did complete their mission well.

Unlike ordinary space undead, the skinned person will not leave after destroying the enemy, but will indulge in the other party's corpse, dismantle it, and then indulge in various curious behaviors of disintegrating corpses. It is also thanks to the sacrifice of these scientific expedition team members that Duanmu Huai finally caught these guys!

The nest was beaten and the fish came, so the rest was naturally fried!

Under the cover of loyal plasma bombing, Duanmuhuai rushed out and rushed into the skinned man. The extremely sharp minions on the latter's hands not only did not make Duanmu Huai feel scared, but instead made him feel much more at ease.

That's all, the pure man just wants to fight in close combat! Those space undead who only know how to annihilate everything with Gaussian weapons have no future!

Only melee combat is the most honorable, loyal and manly way of fighting, and the rest are heretics!

Duanmuhuai swung the power axe high, cutting off the arm of a skinder who was stabbing at him, then held the handle of the axe with both hands and swung it down hard, and slashed deeply into the head of the space undead in front of him.

The touch of chopping hard steel was obviously not as fascinating as flesh and blood. Duanmu Huai curled his lips dissatisfiedly and kicked the hard body that had been opened by himself to the side. At the same time, he bent down and avoided another round of attacks from behind him. Then Duanmuhuai raised the battle axe and tore open the body of another skinned man. The power axe split its shoulder blades and cut off all the cables like vines in his body.

Blood splattered out of it, mixed with flesh and blood.

It is not their blood, nor their flesh and blood.

Duanmuhuai glanced at the steel bodies lying on the ground again. They now looked like a box of sealed canned meat. After being smashed roughly, the meat sauce inside gushed out along the broken cracks.

I don’t know how much flesh and blood these skinned people stuffed into their bodies, but it doesn’t matter.

The battle continued, Duanmu Huai held the power axe tightly and dealt with dozens of skinned people in front of him. Because he did not have the power armor, Duanmu Huai could not go up directly, but fortunately, he was not completely unable to do so.

"Sing!"

With Duanmuhuai's order, one of the machine servants opened the mobile phone player that Duanmuhuai gave it. Soon, Inquisitor's singing began to echo continuously in the entire tomb world.

Praise the soul of the machine, in the name of Omnisaiah.

If it is an ordinary space undead, they have ten thousand ways to deal with this sudden noise. But skinners are not good. Their program logic has been completely infected and destroyed by viruses. In addition to their desire for flesh and blood and some combat literacy, their rationality is not much less than that of green skin.

Therefore, when the melodious songs echoed in the tomb, these crazy, bloodthirsty, greedy undeads who were eager for unobtainable flesh and blood began to move slowly for the first time. They looked up and looked around blankly, trying to find where the music that could make their souls tremble.

But unfortunately, they no longer have this opportunity.

Duanmu Huai burst out with all his strength at this moment. He turned into a strong wind and rushed straight into the skinned man. The power axe in his hand swung forward, and everything he went was cut off with one knife. However, they were not Duanmu Huai's targets. Duanmu Huai didn't even look at the mechanical corpses stuffed with flesh and blood. He held the power axe tightly and rushed through the battlefield as quickly as possible, handing him behind him to Pengpai and Loyal plasma bombing.

His goal is ahead.

A black shadow in a cloak stood there, obviously caught off guard against Duanmuhuai's sudden attack. When Duanmuhuai rushed to it, the latter hurriedly raised the scepter in his hand and smashed it **** the ground. The green energy instantly exploded in front of Duanmu Huai, blowing away the mechanical cloak on his body.

But there is only a cloak. Duanmu Huai jumped up and jumped high into the air. The black shadow raised his scepter and aimed at Duanmuhuai, but at this moment, the power axe that Duanmuhuai threw had already swung over and hit its head. The black shadow's movement also lost its accuracy at this time. The white beam bursting from the top of the scepter deviated, swept towards the battlefield, penetrated through the two skinned people and hit the nearby wall, making a deafening look. roar.

At the same time, Duanmuhuai had already fallen to the ground under the action of gravity. He grabbed the handle of the power axe inserted into the other party's head and pressed down with all his strength. Accompanied by the harsh sound of metal breaking, Duanmuhuai's feet stepped firmly on the ground, and the steel in front of him had been completely cut into two pieces from the middle.

But it's not over yet.

Duanmu Huai gasped and wanted to continue moving forward-but at this moment, his movements stopped.

Time seems to have stagnated, or the whole world has stagnated. The sound of music, explosions, and the brilliance of the plasma also seemed to be fixed at this moment. It's like the movie is interrupted, paused, everything is suspended.

At the same time, a tall figure appeared in this static world. It has a carved figure, with a hunchback and a pair of small eyes burning green spots under the shadow of the hood.

It came to Duanmuhuai, looked at the girl in front of it, and exclaimed.

It reached out and tried to touch the girl in front of it.

Then, a black shadow appeared in front of it.

Duanmu Huai's clenched fist hit its face without any fences. Even the body shaped by super alloy could not stop such an attack. The latter flew backwards and broke through one after another. The dark curtain hit the wall and was then completely submerged by the collapsed wreckage.

"call………"

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Duanmu Huai gasped, then he raised his head and stared at the wreckage in front of him, his face turning cold.

"Stand up, Tarasin, I know you **** isn't that easy to die."

"Crash."

As Duanmu Huai spoke, the wreckage was turned open, and then the broken tall body emerged from it. It raised its head, moved its flattened mouth, put it back to its original position, staring at it with its glowing green eyes. Duanmu Huai.

"It seems that I can give up the self-introduction part?"

"You can do such shameless things, and you are the only one in the Milky Way."

Duanmuhuai held the power axe and squinted his eyes and looked at the mechanical creature in front of him, the space undead.

"But unfortunately, you are not qualified to make me a collection."

"Please forgive me for being reckless."

The latter arched his waist and made a funny pose.

“But I think you can understand how excited I would be when I hear a song that can shock my soul and be filled with joy…I think it will be one of my best collections. ”

Duanmuhuai stared at it without saying a word.

He knew who the other party was, Tarasin, the most notorious lord in the space undead, and Lao Deng, who all players wanted to burst him to bankruptcy. Unfortunately, it is the player that most of the time, and the player's only few wins can only be considered a miserable victory.

What this **** likes to do the most is to take advantage of the fact that he is hitting the dog's brain when others beat people and secretly walk away some things that he thinks are of commemorative value and meaning. Including, not limited to humans, insect swarms, green skins... Well, if there are still a few 30K old Dengs lying in its museum, Duanmuhuai would not find it strange.

It will show up here…well, not surprising.

After all, Tarasin never needs to enter the real body. It always likes to seize the bodies of other space undead bodies to achieve its goals.

"You are not afraid of being infected by the skinned virus."

Duanmu Huai mocked him, and the latter laughed.

"Sometimes you have to take some risks, and according to my calculations, the benefits this time outweigh the risks."

As he said, Tarasin opened his hands.

"I hope you can understand that this was originally my collection. Logically, they should not be removed inexplicably, so I came to inspect the situation..."

“…………”

Well, now Duanmu Huai understands why this ghost place is stagnant. This is indeed something that this shameless guy can do.

"Where is the motor oil guy here?"

"They failed, they wanted to crack the secrets of the skinders, but they were also trapped in the abyss. Unfortunately, I originally hoped that they would bring me some small surprises."

"Okay, that's it."

Duanmu Huai was not surprised by this answer.

The unique oil man wanted to get it done and the result was settled, and then he still needed the court to wipe their butts, as always.

Duanmu Huai thought for a moment, then looked at the space undead overlord in front of him again - even after so many thousand years, this **** was still as annoying as ever.

However, for Duanmu Huai in front of him, this is not bad news.

"Let's make a deal."

He then stared at Tarasin and spoke.