"Why are there so many monsters!,"
"What happened!?"
In mid-air, a third-level team that went out to hunt mutants in the North American war zone flew back to the safe area desperately.
Everyone looked horrified, looking at the mighty army of mutants in the distance.
Fortunately or unfortunately.
They bump into each other while out.
Hundreds of third-level auras flew toward them, frightening them to death.
In particular, one of them was three to four hundred meters in size, floating in the air, and seemed to be a fourth-order giant snake, which made them think that a natural disaster had broken out.
But fortunately, this army of monsters doesn't seem to be interested in the humans along the way.
After they escaped, they did not turn around to pursue them.
After the disaster, they were even more horrified to see news of a large number of mutant armies appearing on the war zone channel.
Obviously, they were not the only ones to encounter this kind of thing. The entire North American continent was filled with this army of monsters that could be called mobile natural disasters.
These monsters are all moving in one direction at high speed.
"It's good to go...God...if they come to kill us, we will all die!"
"Did you see it? Some people said that they saw suspected fourth-level people fighting near Houston!"
"Houston, isn't that a war zone near us!?"
I have lingering fears and cannot understand.
The leading third-level commander ignored his identity and could not stop trembling.
As long as one tenth of these monsters are targeting them, the safe zone and strength he is proud of will be nothing more than a joke in front of this force and will be easily crushed.
The stronger you are, the more you feel your own insignificance.
"Commander, I always feel that something big must have happened."
"But fortunately, we are not the target of these monsters...it has nothing to do with us at all..."
The team members looked at the commander who was frightened for a while. Although they felt strange, they felt that the commander's previous calmness was just an act.
However, they can also understand, and they are also afraid.
But before he could calm down, the next second, he suddenly froze on the spot as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
At the same time, the commander who kept asking other high-level officials about what happened suddenly realized something was wrong.
He raised his head instinctively and felt why his subordinates suddenly became quiet.
Following everyone's gaze, he froze up.
In the distant city cluster, tens of millions of corpses rushed out like a tsunami, just like a huge wave rolling up and down.
Densely packed, incalculable roars of mutants of all levels were mixed into the corpse tide, and the red ripples actually increased the speed of the corpse tide to an unimaginable level.
Corpse riot.
Driven by a large number of special mutants, zombies with a speed of only about level 0 are strengthened to about level one.
This was originally the backup plan left by the escapees, but at this moment, it all exploded.
Perhaps the difference of one level is nothing in individuals.
But quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
There is no doubt that any safe zone in North America will be destroyed in the face of this zombie wave.
With the endless tide of corpses coming down, any line of defense will be instantly disintegrated like a dike.
They couldn't even kill them all.
"Run!! Run!!!"
'Go back and tell everyone to escape! ! '
Despite being extremely frightened, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the safety zone seemed to still have some sense of responsibility. After instantly realizing that this was not a force they could stop, he subconsciously wanted to retreat the survivors.
It has nothing to do with them! But the disaster has just begun!
only..
I couldn't help but look back at the safe zone I had painstakingly built.
The tide of zombies can submerge this place in half an hour at most, but... under the reinforcement of a large number of mutants, they may only have ten minutes to escape.
Is this too late? ?
Before deep despair arose in his heart, the subordinates on the side once again conveyed news that made him even more desperate.
"Commander! The safety zone near us is asking for help! The zombies in the city clusters near them are also rioting!"
"They want to retreat to us!!"
Retreat to them! ? A wave of corpses also broke out in the north! ?
Swallowing dryly, the man looked stiffly to the north and then in his own direction.
At this moment, he realized desperately that a wave of corpses seemed to be breaking out from all directions.
No, maybe something happened to the whole of North America!
They have no way to escape!
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"What the hell is going on!? Who can come and save us!?"
"Does anyone know which direction to evacuate!? We are the City of Steel, and there are zombie riots in both directions before and after us!"
"We have some here too!"
"The Wild Sea Alliance is here too! We are surrounded from three directions! There is even an army of mutants behind us!"
"Oh God! Is North America going to be destroyed!? Why are the zombies rioting collectively!?"
...
In the valley that was constantly receiving combat troops, Lin An calmly looked at the war zone information displayed by Anduin.
He could see that Anduin was very nervous, so nervous that his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but frequently look at the weapons and equipment deployed around him.
If Lin An hadn't been in front of him, if Lin An hadn't brought power beyond his imagination, he would have felt that this was the eve of the demise of mankind.
Just from the information I have seen now, the number of zombies that have broken out in all regions of North America has exceeded the 700 million mark.
And this number is still increasing crazily.
From the satellite map, with the valley where they were located as the center, an endless tide of zombies and mutant armies were surrounding them without blind spots.
The human safety zones and gathering places located along the way are like isolated islands in a tsunami, facing this unprecedented tide of corpses, and may be swallowed up at any time.
A large number of survivors were desperately seeking help, and the entire North American theater seemed to be in great despair.
People don't know why the zombie wave started, and they don't know why there are so many third-level or even fourth-level corpses.
All they knew was that these monsters were all attacking one place.
However, even if they are not the target, they will be eaten up in the face of this unimaginable disaster.
"Lord Ling'an... what should we do!?"
"Are you waiting for these monsters to come over?"
Dry swallowing.
Anduin, who was a child slave in a factory just a week ago, never imagined that one day he would be involved in such a war.
He just felt that everything was like a dream, as if he was participating in a legend and a mythical history.
God descends, God fights, super war with over 100 million levels...
It’s just so crazy and makes you feel so small.
Lin An remained calm as he looked at the war zone communication displayed by Anduin and the help messages that kept popping up on it.
Just as he judged.
Since this group of escapees didn't want to die too much, they really chose to use the corpse tide to consume him, and even simply thought that they could kill him with the corpse tide and the mutant army.
Not only that, the fugitive was quite smart and knew to let the third-order troops and the zombie tide surround them at the same time, making it impossible for him to deal with them one by one.
but..
Meaningless.
He even wanted to thank the other person.
"Why wait?"
"No, Anduin."
"Have you seen these calls for help? I said, I will let the sins in this land be punished."
After a few seconds, he seemed to be confirming something.
Lin An smiled and slowly closed his eyes.
After he quickly contacted Zhuan Xu with his mental power, a long-awaited command was instantly issued.
"Deploy a psychic nuke."
"Blow them up."
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Over the North American continent, in silent low-Earth orbit.
The psychic fighter planes that had been prepared for a long time dispersed silently like mechanical gods of death.
