Chapter 606: The self-proclaimed elder of the clan joins the battle with the royal weapon!

The zombies' wave of undead.

They hit the green-horned giant forcefully and fearlessly.

Even though this was a king-level, they did not retreat.

At the moment of collision, dozens of tribesmen who were the vanguard turned into powder. The death armor that had been polished by time was as fragile as tofu and was torn apart in the blink of an eye.

They continued to fight.

They built speed bumps with their lives and finally stopped the green-horned giant that was running wildly a few hundred meters away from the city gate. The road was in a mess, and the broken limbs and arms paved a bloody road.

"Kill!!!"

The angry voices rang out one after another, gradually condensing into a stream, like a gathering of zombie armies.

Before becoming zombies, they were the most elite warriors of the feudal dynasty. They were the people of the dynasty when they lived and the souls of the dynasty when they died, and they fulfilled their oath of never withering.

The spear formation, the broadsword formation, the shield formation, the bow and arrow formation... The unyielding military might condensed by the death energy was more violent and bloody than when they were alive.

The green-horned giant lowered his eyes and looked down at his feet.

It was already crazy, and became even more irritable after being enraged.

He reached out to touch the shoulder full of black lines, and pulled hard, pulling out the black lines, which turned into a hideous meteor hammer, with thick iron chains and angular hammer heads.

He smashed it down fiercely.

The army formation that failed to react suffered heavy losses in an instant, and a large number of people died. Even if the subsequent army formations continued to fight, it seemed that they could not fill the vacuum created by the giant hammer.

It was visible to the naked eye that the green-horned giant was advancing towards the holy city.

"Arrogant!!"

The general riding the skeleton giant horse shouted angrily, and as he started, the heavy cavalry who had always been at the gate of the city showed their weapons.

In the air, the fourth, fifth, and sixth-level clan masters no longer held back.

In the outer city of the holy city, the territory allocated to the zombie clan, the coffins stacked layer by layer were opened, and they walked out of the territory silently, and walked towards the city gate under the attention of the whole city.

There was no retreat, no resistance, no discussion, only silence and killing intent.

Not to mention the shock of the outer city, the inner city clans were also shocked. They seemed to know the zombie clan for the first time. They were not low-level undead who were buried in the soil, nor were they desperate people who could only make small moves in their memories.

This is a powerful undead kingdom!

For the inner city clans, individual zombie warriors are very weak, but the style of fearlessness is something that many races do not have... It can almost be concluded that as long as they do not die halfway, they will definitely rise!

Rumble! !

The rotten coffin board soared into the sky. It was an elder with a fluctuating death aura. His dark eyes were full of indifference. He had been seriously injured and retained the strength to fight at the cost of sealing the coffin and sleeping.

He held the royal weapon of the clan and killed towards the outside of the holy city. The monstrous death aura almost filled the sky.

All the clans saw this.

They suddenly understood.

This is to fight the green-horned giant to the death!

Right or wrong is no longer important, it depends on who can kill whom!

How many more old men there are, no one knows. They belong to the foundation of the zombie royal family and involve the survival of the race. This is a force that can turn the tide of the war.

The evaluation of the zombie clan by all races has risen to a new level. They must not be provoked!

...

When the elders came to the battlefield.

The clan members were retreating step by step, and the corpses and soil were mixed into carpets, which showed their cruelty.

Although they were fearless, they could only play a limiting role in the end where the strong were respected. They could not be said to be worthless, but they needed to practice with their lives. This was the price of provoking the strong.

"You deserve to die!!"

The old man holding the seven-story black tower of the king shouted at the green-horned giant.

He took a last look at the zombie king, but did not blame the zombie king for his indifference. This was a means of survival for the race. As the clan leader, the zombie king needed to remain mysterious and could not let outsiders find out the flaws.

"Die!!!"

He held the black tower high, and endless death energy was infused into it. The black tower's image suddenly appeared in the sky, with a height of more than 100 meters, piercing the sky and earth, shocking the world, and emitting majestic death energy.

The black tower's image smashed towards the green-horned giant with unparalleled force. Before it even reached him, the gravity inversion it carried caused the earth to crack, revealing deep scars that made people shudder.

The green-horned giant felt threatened.

The black lines all over his body converged towards the sky-high Pan Niu horns.

He kicked the ground with his legs and hit the black tower with his giant horns, choosing to fight hard.

A loud bang.

The terrifying shock wave swept the whole place, and 90% of the buildings disappeared. Three holy cities stood in the wind.

The aftermath of the battle of the king-level boss was clearly displayed, making those small clans who had never seen the king-level scream in their hearts, what is power, what is heavenly power, it is not comparable to the fifth and sixth levels at all.

This is the Ten Thousand Races...

Qin Mo murmured to himself, different races, different cultivation systems, and different effects.

The technological world has its own system, and the feudal dynasty has its own methods.

Perhaps after many years, a system recognized by all races will emerge, but now that chaos has just begun, heroes must rise up and show their racial talents in various ways.

And in this process, there will also be learning and integration, playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses, and going one step further.

"Zombie royal family, it tastes familiar!"

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

In addition to talent and system, racial style is also a criterion for whether one can rise.

The mixture of various elements constitutes the background of the Land of the End, which is worthy of the four words "Rise of All Races"... Not only individuals seek breakthroughs, but races are also seeking ways to rise.

This is the case with the ruins of Giant City.

The Flowing Light Plain that I had never seen before would be even more exciting, and of course even more ruthless and cruel!

The shock wave gradually dissipated.

Everyone hurriedly looked towards the battlefield.

There was only the old man holding the black tower in the air, and under his feet was an octagonal deep pit, which was smashed out by the black tower's Dharma image. In the center lay a weak green-horned giant.

There is no doubt that the green-horned giant who dominated the battlefield lost...

This is in line with the expectations of the royal family and the imperial family.

The green-horned giant inexplicably broke through the king level, without any precipitation, and was just entering the king level. The key is that his mind is not clear, and his body is hard against the king weapon.

The corresponding zombie elder, although not in his prime, has a high level of cultivation, and is still holding a king weapon. Coupled with the dead air that permeated the battlefield, the balance of victory tilted again.

Those brave and fearless ordinary tribesmen died, but their dead air was retained, building a battlefield for the subsequent strong men in the tribe, a battlefield filled with familiar dead air.

At this moment.

A sudden change occurred.

The unconscious patients with strange diseases actually ran towards the octagonal pit. They all had their eyes closed, but their movements were extremely flexible, climbing over the wall and crossing the pit, landing on all fours.

The old man's dark blue face was extremely cold.

He raised the black tower and wanted to kill these inexplicable people.

Even a fool could see that it was abnormal. Wouldn't he wait to be killed if he didn't kill them?

"No."

The zombie king looked up at the old man, and his mind sent out two words without much explanation.

The old man narrowed his eyes.

He glanced at the holy city without leaving a trace.

Those born royals and emperor-level giants did not take action, and even never showed up. There was another hidden reason.

The answer was about to be revealed...