After a few strokes, large clouds of light particles burst out from the body of the sickle hand, like fireflies that flicker and flicker.
Several wisps of heat quickly appeared in Li Cang's body, as if his bones and nerves were on fire. His eyes turned red at that time, as if he had been drugged. He felt as light as a swallow, and the reaction speed of his body and mind was slow.
A lot of threads were added.
"So because the types of knocking are different, is there a difference in the specific performance of the skills..."
Li Cang thought like this, and swung the big wand under his hand even more diligently.
The sicklemen paid an extremely high price for their agility. Apart from the blade arms they relied on for survival and the three fins on their backs that had no function, they didn't even have a single scale with a symbolic defense function. They were so fragile.
The sword arm was unable to attack Li Cang, who looked like a "little bird clinging to a human" in his arms. The sickle hand had only one option left - to open its big mouth and bite someone's head directly.
Li Cang just tilted his head to avoid the fatal attack, letting the sickle hand's big mouth bite at his shoulder blade.
With such a neat success, the scythe hand's narrow eyes were full of doubts, but then, the image of the sharp end of the big wand on its retina became larger and larger.
"Pfft~"
It sounded like a pig urine bubble filled with liquid bursting.
The sickleman tilted his head, and the other uninjured eyeball ejected directly from the eye socket under the huge force. In an instant, blood flowed from all the orifices, and the whole body went into a state of stiffness.
If you shake it at this time, you can probably hear the sound of mud flowing in its head.
After getting rid of one sickle hand, Li Cang turned around to look at the other one that launched an attack at the same time.
The big corpse brother was covered in blood, letting the scythe's blade arm go in and out of its back, pinching its head with two big claws, and just gnawing. Behind him was a field of seven or eight heavily armored walking corpses that had been torn into pieces and fearful corpses.
group.
Very good, even the posture is exactly the same, it’s my own!
But this script is wrong...
With Big Corpse Brother's poor agility, he shouldn't even be able to eat the exhaust from the sickle hand, right?
Oh yes!
It’s Brother Corpse’s new skill, the Mimicry Wand, after entering the third stage!
"Well done!"
Having skills is different...
Every piece of bone armor and every bone spur on Brother Corpse's body, including his teeth and nails, briefly possessed the properties of a great wand. Not just for chewing, those sharp bone spurs penetrated deeply into the unlucky Scythe Hand's body.
Pieces of bright white or scarlet light spots were sucked from the sharp points of the bone spurs into Brother Corpse's body. The two blade arms on its back were getting weaker and weaker, and in the end they could not even break through Brother Corpse's skin and scales.
In the same third stage, the sickle-hand died in such a miserable and meaningless way - or was he eaten?
The inconspicuous Li Cang and Big Corpse Brother easily eliminated the three sickle-hands. The scythe-hands behind were in a stalemate with Miss Qiu. The sickle-hands hiding in the darkness decisively gave up the attack and chose other opponents without any principle, leaving only dozens of them.
The heavily armored zombies who had only been summoned stood there and roared blankly.
If you want to leave, you won't dare; if you stay here, you'll be even more afraid of it!
The heavily armored zombies on the island were cut off from their escape route, and their numbers began to decrease sharply due to the group fights of the survivors, and soon they were no longer a cause for concern.
At dawn, there was no longer a living heavily armored zombie or sickle-hand on the entire island. Miss Qiu unceremoniously took the corpses of more than a dozen sickle-hands as her own. Anyone who dared to come close would be punished.
To the ruthless expulsion of it and Big Corpse Brother, but in fact no one cares about this.
The original number of more than a thousand survivors was cut in half, with less than 500 people still alive. Everyone was injured, and the entire island was densely covered with large trumpet flowers blooming from corpses.
Chef Xu had a huge bruise on his chest, and he didn't know how many bones were broken. He was so angry that he cursed his mother for ten minutes. In the chaos, a heavily armored zombie stepped on his big iron pot.
!
"Niang Xipi!"
Chef Xu rolled the corpses of several heavily armored zombies away with his kick. Looking at the posture, he wanted to start a group and stew them as a veggie.
Li Cang's group was okay, losing only thirteen people. For other groups, losing more than half of their members was considered to be well above the average.
There was silence on the entire island. Everyone quietly sorted out the undamaged supplies, wrapped the survivors' bodies hastily, and threw them onto the island for "cremation."
There was no moment of silence and no decent ceremony, but the sadness and pain on everyone's faces was probably a sincerity that was extremely rare in most funerals before the disaster.
This is probably because the rabbit dies and the fox grieves for its own kind. Seeing these dead companions, it feels like looking at one's own tomorrow - it is very possible that tomorrow is really just tomorrow in the literal sense.
"Everyone! This loss is nothing to the walking zombies! But it is almost fatal to us! There is a first time and a second time! The zombies and the sicklemen will definitely come again! We have almost no chance
Survive a second such raid!"
"Perhaps we should increase the defensive strength. As long as the suspension bridge is in good condition, the bulk of the corpses will not be able to get in!"
"Yes, most of the casualties are caused by the impact of the corpses. Although the sickle hands are very powerful, the number of people who died due to them is only a small number."
"It's impossible to prevent. Except for Miss Qiu of Brother Li Cang, almost none of the survivors here can stop the Scythe Man's surprise attack. It's useless to form a group..."
"Oh," someone said in a strange tone, "I told you not to leave at the beginning. What's the point of gathering together? We are now like a big cake and fat meat on the table. Anyone who can climb up the table can take a bite of it.
Taste it."
"What nonsense are you talking about! If you had stayed where you were, you would have been turned into shit by Brother Zhi!"
"Isn't what I said right? Gathering so many people and smelling like humans will only attract more and more zombies to form a larger and larger group of corpses!"
"Damn it, I can't stand a guy like you who is neither yin nor yang. Do you know what it means to have a big fist? It's the last word. Come on, come on, practice with me. I want to see what's going on under your hands.
Isn’t it as sharp as the chrysanthemum growing on your mouth?”
The person who spoke behind was really reckless. Before he could even finish his words, he had already rushed forward with a huge wooden stake in his hand...
This is not a quarrel in the normal sense. When others quarrel, it is a quarrel, and when others quarrel, it is a quarrel, and that’s it!
There was a loud banging noise, and the guy who made the sarcastic remarks didn't react at all. He was hit in the face and was knocked unconscious. He really fainted!
If a few people nearby hadn't stopped him in time, this guy might have been directly smashed to death.
After beating the muscular man, he spat on the guy's face and walked towards Li Cang: "A bunch of pigs and dogs, I don't know who saved my life.
If you don't want to stay, just get out, as if there are well-meaning people willing to stop you."
He sat down next to Chef Xu, his face a mixture of anger and uprightness: "I will mess with you from now on!"
