Chapter 227 Ghost Imp

The tide of corpses surged, and the Academy of Sciences was once again covered with a deadly haze.

But this time, there were watchmen to protect them, and no matter how many there were, they could not cross the line.

The dead Hart was like a strong pine tree that stood still in the wind and rain, standing in front of the gate, blocking the way of the living dead.

The dead breath emanating from him actually made the living dead feel afraid, and they moved back slightly.

This is natural suppression. The dead are souls that do not dissipate after death, and the breath of death permeating their bodies is a hundred times stronger than that of the living dead.

Of course, this suppression is temporary. When they are familiar with this dead breath, they will pounce directly.

In front of them, there is the flesh and blood of the living people they love most.

How could the dead Hart do as they wish? Accompanied by waves of graceful classical music, he swung the heavy hammer.

The war song started, and the war hammer fell!

The blue flame at the end of the hammer head sprayed strongly, and with one hammer, several living dead were smashed into meat paste.

The zombies didn't bother with him at all. He didn't smell like a living person. What he did smell was the smell of death that disgusted them.

Some zombies with low IQs mistook him for a human, and ended up biting him and breaking a mouthful of teeth. Then they opened their mouths blankly, as if something was wrong.

Hart the Dead could not resist the zombie army alone. Soldier 76 and McCree on the top floor were not idle either.

Soldier 76 fired scarlet bullets, and when he hit the zombies, he would suck their blood.

McCree's bullets didn't have the blood-sucking function, but he only needed to shoot them in the head. Blood-sucking? It's just the patent of vampires!

The zombies only knew to rush forward. The zombies in front fell down, and the ones behind followed closely. They had only one purpose: to go upstairs and eat meat!

Even though countless of their kind were killed or injured, they had no fear, because they had no thoughts, and the purpose of living was to devour the freshest flesh and blood.

Hearing the gunshots and the roars of the zombies outside, the scientists hiding in the laboratory huddled together for warmth and comforted each other.

In fact, they were also panicking, but they couldn't scare themselves.

No one dared to run to the window to watch the battle. Who knew if there were zombies outside? What if the zombies broke the glass and came in?

So, they all huddled in the corner, whispering words of comfort to each other, waiting for good news from Overwatch in fear.

Just listening to the noise, the number of zombies is more than last time. Overwatch has only three watchers except Roning. Is it enough?

I'm not questioning the strength of the watchers, but... the gap in numbers is too big. Can the watchers cope with it?

Roning didn't worry about this. He stayed in the broadcasting room listening to soothing music and waiting for the watchers to return triumphantly.

The reason why these three watchers were brought here is that their armed forms have a strong suppressive power on the zombies, not because Winston likes to eat d.va and play. No matter how leisurely the commander is, he still has to listen to him.

Especially the ability possessed by the dead Hart is simply the nemesis of the zombies. Not dead? Eat your soul and see if you can die!

There are a lot of zombies. Under the continuous shooting of Soldier 76 and McCree, many still rushed in.

The dead Hart turned around and raised the heavy hammer, and the blue light spots gathered on it, as if accumulating strength.

"Take my hammer!"

The hammer hit hard, and the ground cracked into fine cracks, and even shook up a weird blue air wave, spreading around.

The range is so wide that it involves half a square.

The running zombies were shaken up by the hammer, and after falling to the ground, the blue air wave submerged their bodies.

If you look closely, you will find that it is not a blue air wave, but a river formed by countless ghosts and goblins, filled with an extremely cold and cold breath of the dead.

The ghosts climbed up the bodies of the living dead and tore their flesh and blood fiercely.

What they ate was not flesh and blood, but the dark blue soul.

Each living dead was crawling with ghosts and goblins, and their expressions were extremely painful. Their hideous faces became more and more terrifying, as if they were experiencing the punishment of slow slicing.

The goblins tore the souls one after another, and swallowed a piece into their stomachs. Their bodies swelled up and looked like jellyfish with only one tentacle.

Although they had no expression, the little tails swinging happily were enough to prove that they were very satisfied.

When a living dead died because the soul escaped, the ghosts would look for other food.

The goblins obeyed the orders of the dead Hart, so the food in their eyes was naturally the living dead who used humans as food.

As the saying goes, one thing conquers another.

"Sorry everyone, the ghost kid's dinner is you living dead."

The souls swallowed by the ghost kid will feed back to the dead heart, so the dead heart is getting stronger and stronger, and it doesn't take much effort to kill a bunch of living dead.

Not to mention that as the soul energy becomes stronger, the ghost kid can be summoned continuously.

Originally, the dead heart was overwhelmed by the army of living dead, but with the appearance of the ghost kid, the situation has changed slightly.

There are thousands of ghost kids passing through the dense living dead, and they will tear the prey apart when they catch it.

Five or six ghost kids stare at the same prey, and it often takes only three or four seconds for the soul to be eaten up.

The large number of prey and the fast feeding back give the dead heart the soul power to summon the ghost kid again.

With one hammer, another large area was submerged by the blue air wave, and thousands of ghost kids were born.

With the powerful output of Soldier 76 and McCree, the two sides gradually formed a situation of confrontation. The dark blue army of the undead and the dark army of the living dead seemed to be evenly matched.

The gate of the Academy of Sciences was a natural moat. No matter how the living dead attacked, they could not break through it.

At first, the dead Hart did not have enough soul power to summon ghosts and let some living dead break through the defense line, but they were all killed. Soldier 76 and McCree on the roof were not idle.

Now, the army of the undead has taken shape, and it is a foolish dream for the army of the living dead to enter the Academy of Sciences.

"Sir, everything is under control!"

From time to time, Soldier 76 would convey the battlefield situation to Ronin.

"That's good."

Ronin smiled slightly. If the watchers couldn't cope with it, he could transform into another watcher to support him. Now it seems unnecessary.

He actually knew that with the three of them, the Vampire Sir Soldier 76, the Living Dead McCree, and the Dead Hart, the Living Dead were nothing to be afraid of.

On the upper floors of the residential building not far away, many people were paying attention to the National Academy of Sciences. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but exclaimed, and then took out their mobile phones to shoot.

The distance was far, so they could only take a rough picture. From a distance, the gate of the Academy of Sciences was the dividing line. Outside the gate was a dark mass, and inside the gate was a blue mass.

Of course, there were people with professional photography equipment. The videos they shot could vaguely show that the dark mass was the Living Dead, and the blue mass was... jellyfish?

In the army of jellyfish, there was also a... tough guy in armor? !

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