Necromancer Doomsday

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< p>The corpse is everywhere, blood flowing into a river.

Whether it is in the room or on the corridor, the eyes are devastated, under the dazzling lights, blood spatters constantly, and a shrill, screaming cry pierces the brain like a magic sound.

The walls and ceiling are all splashed with blood, like a child’s graffiti, and bloody like a nightmare.

The trilateral battle unfolded fiercely.

The life and death between the demonized rat and the demonized mosquito, the fierce battle between the demonized rat and the demonized mosquito and Tang Fan.

The skeleton warrior swings his axe again and again, killing the demonized rat and the demonized mosquito again and again, becoming the first line of defense.

The Tang Fan and Wang Meng behind him are the 2nd and the last. If you want to attack Tang Fan and Wang Meng, you must pass through the skeleton warrior level first, often part of the demonized fierce rats and demons. The mosquito was transformed and died under the skeleton warrior's axe. The remaining part rushed past the skeleton warrior and flew towards Tang Fan and Wang Meng.

With the help of the skeleton warrior, Tang Fan and Wang Meng turned their backs to the wall. They only needed to face the enemy, which invisibly reduced a lot of pressure.

But Tang Fan and Wang Meng suffered back injuries, and the wounds torn apart by the demonized fierce rat sharp claw, as if sprinkled with a handful of salt, kept coming out of convulsive pain, causing them Frowning straight, facial muscles stiff.

Sweat covered his forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks, cold for a while.

The blade of the knife gleamed with a bloody cold glow under the light, and the sound of breaking wind intertwined into the music of death.

Tang Fan doesn’t know how long it has been. He doesn’t know how long he has fought, how many times he swung his knives, how many demonized fierce rats and demonized mosquitoes were killed, neither Knowing that there were a few more wounds on his body.

In short, battle, constant battle, desperate battle to survive.

The muscles of both arms are sore, but I still have to fight and continue to fight. My arms gradually lose consciousness in the soreness, as if they are not my own, they swing mechanically, slashing with one knife after another. .

Tired, very tired, extremely tired.

Tang Fan really wants to throw away the scimitar, sit down, take a good rest and sleep well, even if you die under the demonized rat and the demonized mosquito, it is a relief Right.

Too tired, to live is really too tired.

The exhaustion of the body and the sleepiness of the mind made Tang Fan's spirit become a little trance. A sharp claw caught it, and with a squeak, Tang Fan's arm was immediately torn apart by blood.

The intense pain irritation spread throughout the body, and the muscles twitched involuntarily, Tang Fan suddenly woke up.

War, continue to fight, how good you live, there is hope in life.

Compared with Tang Fan, Wang Meng is even more miserable. His strength is not as strong as Tang Fan, and his physique is not as strong as Tang Fan. Therefore, at this time, Wang Meng can see many wounds, one after The criss-crossed of another is very scary.

His clothes were soaked with blood, some of them were his own and some were mutant creatures that were killed, making him look like a blood man, with some unconsciously poured into his mouth The mixed blood of mutant creatures has an abnormal fishy smell.

Wang Meng can hardly swing the machete anymore. He lifted it hard and barely fell. He couldn't directly kill the mutant creature as before. At most, it caused some damage to the mutant creature, but instead made the mutant creature change. Got even more violent.

Attack, constant attack, surging like a tide, irreconcilable battle.

Demonized fierce rats and demonized mosquitoes, as if endless, flooded into the hotel from the outside endlessly, and then rushed into this room.

The demonized mosquitoes and the demonized fierce rats that killed each other did not know when they stopped fighting. Qi Qi faced Tang Fan and Wang Meng and rushed in frantically.

The floor of the room has long been covered with a thick layer of dark red blood, spreading like plasma on the floor, one by one cut into two pieces by a scimitar or axe. The corpses of mutant creatures were scattered on the floor, piled up like hills.

In front of and around the skeleton warrior, Tang Fan and Wang Meng are all corpses of mutant creatures.

Breathing becomes difficult, physical strength is lost sharply, muscle strain, excessive blood loss, etc., make Wang Meng's spirit start to become confused from a trance.

Wang Meng knows this feeling, just like before, after drinking a lot of alcohol, the alcohol gets on his brain, and the feeling of blurring his consciousness is light and fluttering, as if it is about to fly, and it seems to be around Everything in the world becomes trance, like twisted folds in a different-dimensional space, becoming illusory, like an illusion.

The call of the demonized mouse zhi zhi and the buzzing of the demonized mosquito’s wings flapping sound, like coming from the distant sky, looks so illusory, as if half asleep and half awake The call heard.

Blood is flying in front of him, Wang Meng's body is getting weaker and weaker. Gradually, he loses control of his body, and his knife swing has become slower.

It often takes several seconds to raise the machete, and the fallen machete becomes so weak.

Wang Meng knew that he had reached his limit, he could no longer fight, he would die.

The word death just appeared in the heart, Wang Meng's heart beat wildly for no reason.

Death is such a familiar word, yet it seems so far away, but now, death is so close to me, I can clearly smell the decay after death.

I don’t know if there will be another world after death.

Death, a word, occupied Wang Meng's mind, and the motion of swinging the knife also stopped.

The demonized fierce rat flew up, the sharp claw tore, the fangs bite, and it bit on Wang Meng's body.

"Wang Meng." Tang Fan saw it, took a step towards Wang Meng, and slashed the demonized rat: "Wake up soon."

But Wang Meng's spirit gradually sank, falling into darkness little by little.

"Wang Meng, wake up soon."

Avoiding the bite of a demonized rat, Tang Fan slapped Wang Meng's face fiercely.

"Wake up soon!"

Wang Meng, who was confused, only heard a loud roar in vaguely, like the thunder of the sky. This sound was familiar, but Can't remember who it is.

"Wake up, do you want to die under these dirty and ugly things!"

"Death under these dirty and ugly things." In an instant, it was like The thunderbolt tore through the dark sky, Wang Meng trembled: "Under these filthy and ugly things like death, no, I can't die under these filthy and ugly things, I have to go back, go back..."

< p>The sky is shaking and roaring, resounding through the darkness, Wang Meng’s ears heard a huge noise, as if the strings of a piano suddenly broke. In an instant, a force came out from nowhere, endless. Of the whole body.