The tense atmosphere centered on the zombies and slowly spread to the surrounding areas.
Even the nuts in the front row felt it. They turned around frequently and allocated some of their energy to secretly watch the development of the situation.
Tombstone Devourer once again looked at the red cards scattered on the ground, lowered his head, picked up the cards one by one, and put them back into the red plastic box.
Then he slowly stood up from the ground and handed the red box to a small spray mushroom next to him.
"Help get it."
"Ah? Oh! Okay."
The little mushroom responded and quickly reached out to take the tombstone devourer's small card.
Tombstone Devourer clenched the wet brush in his hand and walked towards the zombie step by step, his face hidden in the darkness and his expression unclear.
He is obviously an ordinary player without weapons, but he brings a strong sense of oppression to the zombies.
Every step forward is like stepping on the heart of a zombie.
The zombie reflexively took a step back, touched the barrier on the side of the lawn, and could no longer move an inch.
The Tombstone Devourer forced forward forcefully, with a cold expression on his face, and raised his hand to hit the zombie on the forehead with a brush.
"Is it fun?"
The zombie fell backwards after being beaten, and relied on the support of the barrier to prevent it from falling.
But Tombstone Devourer didn't let him go. He changed his hand and continued to hit him on the right side of his head.
The zombie was instantly knocked to the ground by the powerful force.
"Isn't it nice to have someone to play with?"
The zombie struggled to stand up, his slow brain finally reacting.
He struggled to get up, with a crazy and ferocious look on his face, smelly liquid flowing down the corners of his mouth, and his white eyes stared blankly at the tombstone devourer.
The closer you are, the more clearly you can see his terrifying appearance.
However, Tombstone Devourer still had no expression on his face, and the tool brush hit the zombie's forehead again, shattering the skull on the forehead.
When the zombie was lying on the ground, there was no fierceness in his eyes, only endless confusion.
Breaking a skull with bare hands is something a human can do?
That’s fucking outrageous!
Ordinary zombies intend to destroy themselves, but the Tombstone Devourer has no intention of ending like this.
Interrupting his work and not paying the price would make other zombies think that he is easy to bully.
After moving his arms, Tombstone Devourer turned the zombie over, facing the ground, and held down the back of his neck to prevent the zombie from scratching him during the struggle.
Then he slapped the zombie's joints all over his body.
This player is extremely powerful and his punches are quite skillful. Almost every punch will break a bone of the zombie.
While typing, he also asked questions.
"Why are you lying on the ground? Get up and play."
"Didn't you have a lot of fun just now? You even stood on your head and rubbed my cards, disturbing my work."
"I'm playing with you now, so you should get up."
"You smile so ugly, are you dissatisfied with me?"
The zombie rolled his eyes crazily.
Brother, all my bones are broken, what can I have against you?
Please give me a break and stop torturing zombies, okay?
What is tragic is that this zombie's body has been beaten to pieces, but because the player did not use the attack weapons specified by the game, it did not cause any systemic damage.
Still lying there with full blood, life would be worse than death.
The zombies are a little confused at this time. The mechanism set up in the game is to protect the zombies from being slaughtered, or to ensure that the players have fun playing.
He's still alive after being beaten like this.
It's a pity that the zombies can't speak human language, so they can't directly beg for mercy. They can only passively endure the pain until the tombstone swallows up the fire.
An Suisui watched the one-sided beating from a distance, winking at Jian proudly.
"Look, I just said that Tombstone Devourer is a high-risk profession, and you need to choose the strongest player to do it."
The current tombstone eater was carefully selected by An Suisui. It is said that in the real world he was a boxing coach. He won many awards when he was young, and even after he retired, he brought out several interstellar league champions.
After experiencing the siege battle in the first scene, An Suisui summed up some rules.
First, except for the methods specified in the game, no other attacks can cause effective damage to zombies.
Secondly, the more rigid the rules, the more loopholes there are, and the game does not seem to be able to intervene and modify the rules midway. She has felt a strong sense of voyeurism several times. Maybe there is a game watching in the dark, but the other party has nothing.
Do.
Third, the damage caused by zombies to plants must be scratched, bitten, etc. to actually hurt the player's body in order to be effective.
Due to the restrictions of the rules, An Suisui and Jian Shi's strong strength became a display. Apart from commanding the layout and occasionally controlling the field, they were basically unable to do anything.
But conversely, while this rule restricts closed beta players, it actually also brings hidden dangers to zombies, such as now.
Ordinary zombies are lying on the ground in a state of death, with their bodies broken but their minds very clear.
Watching the tombstone eater finish his work and leave, he still could only lie there.
Because the plants' weapons have an automatic locking function, the zombie lying on the ground is not within the system's locking range, and the plants' attacks cannot hit him.
After the tombstone disappeared, other zombies could not attack him. He was left in the same place without any embarrassment, out of tune with this world.
What crime did he commit? Go and mess with that man!
The zombie thought desperately.
The Tombstone Devourer's behavior shocked the zombie horde.
After that, when Tombstone Eater went to work again, no zombies came out of the tombstone he was working on to disturb him.
All zombies avoided his location intentionally or unintentionally.
As for the Tombstone Devourer himself, he didn't care what the zombies thought. He was even satisfied with this state. He diligently and conscientiously painted the walls over and over again, posted small advertisements, and then watched the hard tombstones melt into a ball of smelly water.
Addicted to work and unable to extricate himself.
The scene where the Plant Team was at ease stimulated the zombie boss hiding in the dark.
He stared fiercely at the increasingly dense plants on the opposite side, suddenly opened his mouth, and emitted a burst of sound waves that normal humans could not hear.
The mini-boss who had been hanging around among the zombies received the order from the zombie boss. Because he was so shocked, he accidentally bumped into the back of a zombie in front of him, knocking out his eyeballs.
The zombie behind didn't pay attention and stepped on the eyeball, crushing the little boss's eyeball that rolled down.
The little boss was so angry that he reached out and grabbed the zombie's neck, pulled out his eyes and put them in his own sockets.
How can a zombie that is so beautiful be missing arms and legs?
Ah, he knew that the zombie boss must be jealous of his beauty, so he issued such a crazy order to let him die on the front line.
In this way, no one will compete with him for the title of the most beautiful man among the zombies!
Humph, what a beautiful thought! This chapter has been completed!