"This is Syracuse Radio. Announcer Yafan is reporting live for you!"
On the highest satellite signal tower in Jackdaw Territory, a young man was broadcasting live to a portable camera against the high-pressure airflow that was flying around.
Looking along the direction of the camera, the mountains in the distance are hazy, quiet and majestic.
However, at the foot of the mountain is a different scene. The black tide rushes in, pouring into the earth crazily, filling every canyon, filling every gap, overturning rocks like a tsunami, opening roads, and slamming towards the human defense line.
"Everyone, look this way!"
The camera focused to the southwest of the city, and an ancient ferocious beast appeared on the webcast.
The ferocious beast was extremely large, like a moving mountain, blocking out the clouds and the sun wherever it went. The nine snake bodies were twisting wildly, mountains of corpses piled up around them, and rivers of blood flowed.
Among the piles of corpses, several huge snake heads were lifted up, black blood dripping from the sharp teeth, and the narrow snake eyes flashed with scarlet light, and their faces were ferocious and terrifying.
"Gentlemen in the audience, this is the legendary patron saint of the Water Weasel Principality, the nine-headed giant snake!"
"Thank you Marquis Juqing for your assistance to our country, thank you!" the announcer bowed towards the camera.
On the battlefield, the nine-headed giant snake crazily ravaged the group of corpses. In one bite, there were more than a dozen living corpses. They twisted their heads violently and threw out a rain of blood. Under the huge strength gap, the living corpses were instantly crushed into pieces like ants under the wheels.
Just as the nine-headed giant snake was slaughtering the corpses like a beast, several huge figures appeared on the other side of the battlefield. They looked up to the sky and roared, running toward the Hydra with long strides.
Where the huge foot landed, the ground shook violently, and corpses rose into the sky like a waterfall.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, eleven, twelve, thirteen"
"It's Thirteen! Our Marquis Juqing is facing a huge challenge. Thirteen Corpse Kings are rushing towards the city!"
"Let us hold hands and pray for Marquis Juqing and our patron saint!"
"victory!"
For a giant unit with a step of more than fifty meters, a distance of several thousand meters can be reached in the blink of an eye. Thirteen corpse kings were seen forming a fan shape and rapidly approaching the nine-headed giant snake.
As if aware of the threat, the nine snake heads twisted at the same time, stretched their necks back and forth, swallowed red snake messages, and made sharp hisses at the corpse kings.
The zombie kings roared and charged, and the battle was about to break out. The corpse king who was the first to rush forward stretched out his hands and flew over, as if he wanted to pounce on the back of the nine-headed giant snake. However, I saw a series of snake heads shrink back, and then shoot out quickly. The snake body was as fast as lightning. One snake head bit the corpse king's shoulder, and the other bit his throat. Then he twisted the snake body violently and pulled hard to both sides.
"Tear!"
With a cracking sound that pierced the eardrum, the corpse king's shoulders were torn open, and a large piece of his neck was torn open, exposing the trachea inside. The black and smelly blood was like an erupting fountain, spurting out several times along the parabola. Ten meters away.
"Wow! The patron saint of Hydra, invincible!" The first corpse king was strangled instantly, and the announcer excitedly raised his index finger and spit.
At this moment, the second and third corpse kings rushed in front of them. The hydra was extremely powerful and twisted its body. The four snake heads bit the two corpse kings in one bite, slowly lifted them into the air, and tore them into pieces. Blood mist filled the sky.
Often the higher the level of the battle, the simpler the attack method. The competition is about who is stronger and whose body is stronger. In the face of pure power, all skills are in vain, just like a nuclear bomb dropped, no matter how many plans, strategies, and arrangements, they will all be wiped out in front of the rising mushroom cloud.
"Wow, it's so powerful! This is the power of the false god, it's simply too powerful!" The announcer was so excited that he danced and swayed, making people worry that he might lose his footing and fall off the tower, falling to pieces.
After losing three companions, the remaining corpse king became wiser. They coordinated their speed and pounced at the same time.
The nine-headed giant snake, which had already killed the red-eyed snake, rushed forward without hesitation, but when faced with the zombie king who outnumbered the snake heads, they were in a deadlock as soon as they met.
I saw a snake head opening its bloody mouth, biting fiercely at the charging corpse king, but another corpse king rushed up from the side, hugged the snake's neck, and pinched it with both hands like iron pliers.
With its vitals restrained, the snake's head struggled desperately, its thick snake body tensed tightly, and its scales spread angrily. But the Corpse King was so powerful that no matter how the snake's body twisted, it would hold on tightly.
Several other snakeheads wanted to come over to help, but were immediately stopped by the corpse king who rushed up from behind and hugged the giant snake's seven inches in the same way.
For a while, the two sides were in a stalemate and struggled with each other. The huge body struggled and rolled on the battlefield, crushing everything around it.
As the saying goes, the fight between gods affects the fish in the pond. Under the huge bodies of the Hydra and the Corpse Kings, the human soldiers rolled and crawled, fleeing in all directions to avoid being crushed into pulp.
Looking up, in the other direction of the battlefield, a huge red dragon was hovering in the sky, spewing high-temperature fire pillars towards the ground from time to time, burning large areas.
On the ground, the huge flaming goat ran rampant among the corpses, like a crazy bulldozer, leaving a road paved with corpses behind it.
Although the addition of legendary powerhouses greatly alleviated the impact of the zombie tide, millions of living corpses still passed through the defense lines and poured into the city.
In a corner of the battlefield, on a high ground, a dozen soldiers were standing on the edge of a cliff, shooting desperately at the living corpses climbing crazily below. The muzzle spit out tongues of fire, and bullets pierced the air, penetrating the skull of the living corpse with a sharp sound and high temperature, and brought out a large amount of dark green corpse blood.
"Grenade!" "Blow up these bitches to death!"
After receiving the captain's order, a soldier stopped shooting, pulled off the high-explosive grenade hanging on his chest, bit the ring and smashed it down.
"boom!"
The grenade exploded among the climbing corpses, and more than ten living corpses were blown away on the spot, clearing a large blank space.
But before everyone could take a breath, a second wave of living corpses surged up again. They piled up and squeezed each other on the hillside, rushing up one after another.
"Hit me, hit me hard!"
The middle-aged captain chewed half of his cigarette, held the Vulcan cannon in both hands, and fired wildly downwards.
The dense bullets stirred up large amounts of smoke and dust, and the hillside was covered in gray. Only the muffled roars could be heard, but the picture could not be clearly seen.
Several soldiers threw grenades in succession, and a large ball of flames flashed away in the smoke, blowing up countless living corpses.
Smoke and dust continued to spread upwards, and someone began to cough. The captain suddenly raised his head. He clearly felt that there was a gust of wind blowing above his head just now, and something seemed to fly past.
When he turned his head and saw clearly what it was, he immediately shouted, "Be careful of the corpse poison!"
But he was already too late, and could only watch helplessly as the dark green living corpse staggered into the crowd, and then exploded into a large cloud of poisonous mist with a bang.
"Ah, ah, I'm poisoned!" "Medic!"
The medic with a red cross painted on his helmet rushed over with a medical kit on his back, took out the antidote and gave it to the poisoned soldier to drink. At the same time, he pulled out the comprehensive toxin injection and inserted it into the soldier's thigh.
"We've been fighting for so long, why haven't the number of living corpses decreased?" "Don't underestimate the tens of millions of corpses!"
"I hope we can go back alive!" "If you want to live, stop nagging and give me a fight!"
The corpses screamed and clawed upwards, their black nails digging into the soil, pulling upwards with all their strength, climbing up the cliff, and pounced towards the humans.
"Pyro!" "Copy that!"
The supporter carrying the fuel bottle rushed to the edge of the cliff and sprayed large flames at the few living corpses that had just climbed up.
The living corpse was on fire and screamed horribly. The captain and his soldiers swarmed forward and pushed the living corpse back.
After a hard fight, they finally withstood this wave of attacks. But there was not much time left for them to rest, so they immediately replenished their ammunition and prepared to face the next wave of impact.
"Oh my god, look over there!"
A soldier suddenly froze and faced the southwest, as if he had seen something incredible.
Everyone came over one after another and looked in the direction of the soldiers.
The next second, everyone was stunned. On the horizon in the distance, tall figures radiating golden light appeared.
Golden Corpse King!
It was as if for a moment, everyone forgot to breathe. If the Supreme Power is the king among humans, then the Golden Corpse King is the king among living corpses!
