If he had been strictly ordered to be arrested, Lovett would not have thought of taking revenge on the entire 153rd branch. People are like snakes and scorpions, if they didn't expect it, they didn't expect it. It's not advisable to become angry out of shame.
However, through the navigator's narration, Lovett was surprised to find that Mengka and others were completely innocent!
There is no doubt that the Navy Headquarters is not only prepared to suppress his existence, but also wants to suppress Mengka's problem, and even does not hesitate to exchange interests with the Kingdom of Goa to reach a consensus.
A mere Mengka is not qualified for this.
What the navy wants is called "stability" and "general trend".
With his rumored reputation as a "wise general" during the Warring States Period, Lovett believed that the Navy Headquarters would not fail to see the truth.
So the answer is obvious.
"Killing good people with great righteousness...justice is such a high-sounding word!"
Justice is like snow, and heaven's principles are clear.
But the justice that can be seen is as black as ink!
"In this case, I ask you to dedicate your heart to justice in the name of loyalty!"
He is not seeking revenge against Mengka, nor is he seeking revenge against Branch 153, but is declaring war on that ridiculous "justice"!
Jingle bells!
Toot!
The sounds of fighting, police whistles, and screams resounded throughout the 153 branch.
Rumble!
The armory was detonated by a zombie suicide attack. The blazing flames lit up the night sky and illuminated the hideous and terrifying faces of the zombies.
Poof!
Mengka woke up from his sleep and had no time to put on his clothes. He wielded his ax to chop up the undead that blocked his way, and fought his way to the square.
"you!"
Looking at the soldiers running around in a hurry, Mengka grabbed one and asked, "What's going on? How did the enemy get in?"
"No...don't know."
The soldier shivered, turned to look at the "enemy" roaring in the firelight, and shuddered.
"Colonel, they are not humans, they are monsters!"
"Bullshit monster!"
Mengka knew that nothing could be asked, so he threw him away and turned around.
Gulu...
"Ah...Lieutenant Colonel Alva!"
Only then did Mengka finally see the faces of the undead clearly. It happened that this person was an acquaintance. When he was a private, he was the boss of his boss's boss, Lieutenant Colonel Alva.
Instantly, a chill surged from the crotch to the brain and spread along the spine.
Mengka finally understood why the soldiers were chased by the enemy without forming any effective resistance. Even if they were attacked by surprise, they shouldn't be so miserable.
Now he understands.
When the dead person stands in front of you again, even your most familiar brother, companion, or superior, the familiar yet unfamiliar absurdity is more terrifying than any bloody excitement!
"Roar!"
Lieutenant Colonel Alva did not recognize his former subordinate. He roared, raised the rusty iron sword that was about to curl, and struck it down on the head.
The sound of the wind woke up Mengka, and he wanted to raise his ax to fight back, but his hands and feet were so cold that he couldn't use half of his strength.
He could only tilt his head and roll around in confusion.
Boom!
The rusty sword made a knuckle-long rhombus mark on the playground stone, and sparks flew everywhere. If the sword had hit, Mengka would not be dead but would be disabled.
"Colonel, be careful!"
Several soldiers rushed over and surrounded Mengka, and the anger brought by the crowd dissipated a little of the fear.
He raised his head and saw a soldier outside the protective circle screaming and falling to the ground under the blow of Lieutenant Colonel Alva... No, that monster slashed him. Mengka took a deep breath.
escape!
Must escape!
Even if the dead are resurrected, he still has the courage to fight.
In order to keep this position, he has made too many unforgivable mistakes and will never give up until he has no choice.
But the strength of these monsters is extraordinary, their numbers are much greater than them, and their overall strength is far higher than that of the branch soldiers.
There are only two roads.
Either concentrate his forces and fight to the death without retreating, or take advantage of the fact that the undead are chasing him everywhere and have no time to pay attention to him, so he can take the opportunity to escape.
Are you going to be a hero for a minute, or a bear for the rest of your life?
Damn your heroism!
The one who survives is the winner!
Thinking of this, Mengka turned around and ran away, regardless of the soldiers in front of him who were desperately trying to defend him from the attack.
Hearing the noise, they turned around and looked at Mengka's running back. Several soldiers were stunned for a second.
"Go to...school?"
Poof!!
The sword of revenge tore through the air and stained the clothes with blood.
Until they fell down and died, the eyes of these soldiers were filled with disbelief. They were not afraid of death, but were confused as to why the colonel abandoned them.
This shouldn't be the case, right?
Wasn't he the fighting hero who arrested Crowe?
"Well, I smell resentment."
Holding the bell, Lovett took a leisurely stroll on the noisy playground, as if he were walking in a tranquil moonlit garden rather than a bloody slaughterhouse.
Looking back, looking at the black smoke seeping out from the orifices of a soldier's head, the corners of Lovett's mouth curled up.
"When the waves wash over the sand, no matter how small an individual is, as long as there are enough of them, alien species will be born."
It is the black smoke of the soul that ordinary people cannot see. The solidified soul core retains only a few emotions, and at the same time it rapidly disintegrates, removing all unnecessary "impurities".
Impurities belonging to "people".
"It's a pity that the strength is limited, and the transformation will inevitably fail."
"Forget it...since you want to know the answer, then I will help you."
Stopping, Lovett put his palms between his eyebrows, hung a string of bells from the tiger's mouth, and sang softly.
boom!!
Things are changing rapidly on the battlefield, so don't be careless.
Such a God-given opportunity, the surviving soldiers did not give up. Major Aiden had long noticed Lovett strolling behind the zombies. He raised his musket at the second-floor window, aimed for a long time, and then pulled the trigger.
"Lowitt? I didn't expect him to be such a scary guy!"
The corners of Major Aiden's lips quirked up.
"But as long as I kill you, all the credit will be mine!"
Lieutenant Colonel Jodi was in trouble, Colonel Monka was afraid of the battle and ran away, and Klimans was not there at all. It was Aiden who turned the tide and saved the branch from the fire!
He was bound to get this shot.
Colonel Skinner can cut off his arm, why can't I?
He had already seen the scene of himself accepting the award and wearing the colonel's shoulder badge after the incident.
But at this time...
Ding!!
It seemed like something was blowing by, whether it was the wind or something else.
Aiden kept his peripheral vision locked on Lovett and noticed that three meters in front of him, a ball of sparks sputtered out in the air, making a crisp sound.
"What?!"
His pupils shrank.
The bullet was blocked?
But what is blocking it?
There is obviously nothing in that area!!
The next second, he had the answer.
Whoosh!
The black phantom suddenly appeared, squatting on the edge of the window with its knees bent.
The face-length hair hanging down made it difficult to see his appearance, but the five sharp steel claws that the opponent's left hand dug into the wooden window sill were all too familiar to Aiden.
"gram……"
Chi!
"K...cough...cough!"
Plop...
With a horrified expression on his face, Aiden fell to the sky while holding his torn neck.
At the same time, Lovett's chant ended.
Jingle Bell!
The crisp ringtone echoed in the playground. Whether it was a zombie puppet or an ordinary living person, they all stopped in response to this soul-shaking sound wave.
Then, a corpse clasped its fingers on the ground and staggered up.
Then came the second and third bodies... In the desperate and horrified eyes of the surviving soldiers, those fallen colleagues stood up again, but pointed the weapons in their hands at them.
Necromantic Magic·Skeleton Resurrection!
If there is a corpse, use it; if there is no corpse, summon it from the world of the dead.
The Necromancer never fights alone.
"Go for it!"
"Justice dripping with blood is the most poignant."
Lovett said softly.
The next moment, the resurrected zombie puppets roared and invaded the flock.
There is one exception.
"Why?"
The swaying zombie's face was full of doubts, and he tilted his head in place, as if he had a cerebral thrombosis.
"Why?"
He uttered clear syllables from his mouth, standing alone in this battlefield where the undead roared.
Lovett slowly approached him, put his chin on his shoulder, and spoke in his ear.
"Yeah, why?"
Jingle Bell!
Raising the palm with the bell hanging on it, Lovett pointed in the direction of the back door.
"Wouldn't it be nice to ask him?"
Upon hearing this, this maverick zombie's eyes moved, and light seemed to flash in them.
"Yes, go find him, why...why!!!"
The soft murmur suddenly turned into a scream. He suddenly went crazy, lying down, using all four limbs like a wild animal, and rushed out.
i have a resurrected bones.
i have an evil spirit creation.
ah~
Wraith zombies!
"Now there's something good to watch!"
Lovett took out the camera bug he picked up along the way and ate a piece of vegetable leaf. Although the little guy with an orange shell and black lines had no interest in eating at this time.
Whoosh!
As he stepped forward, a gust of wind blew by, and the black knight appeared behind Lovett.
No matter what evil thoughts the owner has, it only has one thought.