Chapter 749 Blood Bar: I am independent!
Jealousy should be a common topic, but it is very interesting when it happens between zombies and subhuman ghosts. If it were normal, Li Cang would probably reward the two masters for their overly smart behavior, but now.
Lilith, who originally cooperated well with Da Leizi, suddenly disappeared, and Cang teacher and Daomei were distracted, causing the hatred circle around the four living forces to be instantly disordered. Dozens of Black Mist Island zombies buried Li Cang and Da Leizi in a rush, trying to eat.
Although it is temporarily impossible to detect, the basic attribute values of the Black Mist Island zombies such as mobility and strength are obviously not low. At least the three of them did not reach the level of overwhelming advantage in the face of these things. With so many dozens or hundreds of them pressing over, even Da Leizi could only be beaten up.
If you say that the two are angry, they are actually not very angry
It’s just a fatal injury. What bad intentions do Daomei and Lilith have.
Li Leisi couldn't stand the beating of dozens of Black Mist Island zombies. After killing a few of them, she flashed and moved to another scene. With a boom, she replaced Lilith and appeared beside Li Cang: "Are you two little bastards done?"
After all, the queen is the queen, and it really caused blood suppression.
The sword girl was timid, and the re-condensed Lilith was not much better. She even forgot to say the opening lines such as "dogs and bitches" and "Let's play together".
"Be careful!"
Li Leisi glared at Li Cang, dodged the zombies' attack, and waved the rough-shaped door panel broadsword that disturbed the metal condensation. The giant sword was pulled diagonally, and easily split a Black Mist Island zombie into two pieces from the shoulder to the hip axis, and took away the thigh of another zombie by the way.
Even though Xiaobizi's description of the true damage attribute of disturbed metal was extremely vague and he refused to make any explanation as usual, the true damage attribute of this thing is obviously supermodel. It is difficult to make a conclusion about the armor-breaking attribute that ignores defense, skills and terms. Specifically, it means suppressing their self-healing and recovery abilities to a certain extent and time on zombies.
Simply put: how much damage I deal, you have to bear that much damage.
If the little lady's instant kill effect is to maximize the attack value under the blessing of SOP and various skills to shatter the blood bar with the power of thunder, then Li Leisi can be understood as reducing the upper limit of the blood bar or an irreversible blood bar cutting operation——
The reason why I am so sure is that Li Cang saw that the half of the zombie opened by Li Leisi, the part with the head that was still alive, could not grow new flesh to restore its body shape no matter what, as if there was an inexplicable force field on the wound that prevented the zombie from healing itself, while the part without the head was already full of branches and greenery.
This is a situation that has never occurred before when using other weapons. Normally, if the zombie wants to, it can easily push the severed limbs back to itself, and quickly heal or simply grow new limbs, and then there will be endless descendants. But this part of the limbs actually chose to be safe without the main body dying, and even timi was ready to explode?
In short, no matter where the zombie's organs, virtual organs, energy sources or other things that can make them quickly heal and have terrifying life tension are, it has been cut off now, and like that part of the limb, it no longer belongs to the zombie itself, and is completely disconnected in the physical, chemical, biological and even metaphysical sense.
The health bar is still there, but not completely.
In a different style, the zombies' severed arms and legs are probably all hit with bullet screens: I'm independent!
This zombie that was cut into pieces obviously had quite a lot of experience. When it saw that the limbs could not return to their original positions and heal themselves, and realized that it was rapidly weakening, its eyes were suddenly filled with fear.
The zombies are just stupid and foolish, not really brainless. Of course they know fear, and their desire to survive is more urgent than anyone else. Li Cang has even seen zombie mutinies more than once.
"Slurp~"
I'm greedy. I don't know when Da Leizi will be proficient enough to electroplate the big magic wand - by then, no matter whether it is a god or a monster, it depends on whether I arrange it for you!
In Teacher Cang's shameless YY, the first batch of nearly 400 Black Mist Island zombies that came to the sky island were finally killed. The whole process took one hour and fifty minutes. In terms of the number of individuals, it can be called the longest battle since their debut.
Lao Wang was completely paralyzed on the ground: "My God, these bastards are simply a bunch of meat. To be honest, I would rather have an intimate exchange with the giant monster summoned by Wang Daibi than to look at this thing even once!"
It's okay not to look at it, just get started.
Two hours was enough for all the subordinates who survived the transmission through the jump point to fully realize how difficult it was to deal with these alienated and alienated Black Mist Island zombies, or they were more familiar with this stuff than Li Cang and Lao Wang, they came together.
Human instinct is to stick together, there is no point in being trapped in a corner, the subordinates scattered everywhere fought and retreated, each found a suitable defensive terrain to form a temporary group.
The guy next to Li Cang and Lao Wang on the sky island who was "oh my god" the whole time did not hesitate to be summoned by the master to come to their side. In addition to him, there were 7 other people. They were very close to this side, so they could naturally see how others fought and how Li Cang, Lao Wang and Li Lace fought. This martial virtue was too abundant, so even though Li Cang's side was not an ideal defensive terrain, these guys still came up.
The "omg" guy with black hair and black eyes is about 27 or 28 years old. He looks white and chattering, but his strength is not weak, and he can even be said to be very strong. The huge hammer in his hand makes at least dozens of Black Mist Island zombies feel the power of the working class on a physical level.
"Hi, oh no no no my Chinese friend, I have no ill intentions, I just want to say hello, my name is Al Cid, from Darfur."
The tone is sincere and natural, it is a combination of Chinese and English with a Shandong accent.
Compared with Al Cid's natural smile and familiarity, other people generally regard this guy as a psychopath: I know who you are, but you come over to get close to me right away, who knows what good intentions you have!
This kind of cognition and logic is normal, and it is a common problem on the track line.
Even if they encounter subordinates or even compatriots, the norm is still to guard against each other. It cannot be said that there are always a few bad apples that spoil the whole pot of porridge. It is true that everyone has been robbed, cheated, and deceived, which has left a psychological shadow.
A meeting often requires a relatively long test, and then it is carefully traded materials and exchanged information. For a guy like Alshid, he has not been killed for such a long time. It can only be said that he is either very lucky or really strong.
Lao Wang: "Hello, hello, Asiba, cough, Asi, right?"
"Nonono, my friend, I know what Asiba means. According to our Sudanese custom, my name may not be simplified to Asi."
"Okay Asi, sorry Asi, Palace Jade Liquor?"
"One hundred and eighty per cup! What are you doing? I am an online friend from northern Sudan. My friend, your humor and childishness really make me feel suffocated and heartbroken. I am hurt!"
"Hahaha~"
However, what the other people never expected was that Alshid's few words made the attitudes of the other three people softened visibly.
Confused!
They tried desperately to figure out what was the secret of Alcide's words, but they really didn't find anything special. It was just ordinary Chinese. If they had to say there was a problem, could it be that a little bit of Arabic-style tongue-twisting could make the other party's favorability soar?
After a few people looked at each other, they all thought that it was because the other party was Chinese. After all, the Chinese people always gave people the impression of being harmless, humble and kind, and full of the proletarian characteristics of the Xunzong era: live and let others live.
So, they all rushed forward and greeted them warmly.
When Lao Wang saw these guys with messy accents approaching, he was like seeing something dirty. He raised his eyebrows, clenched his fists, and kept saying "Cao Nima" and "Roll" and was about to take action.
Although those people didn't understand what he was saying, they were very familiar with the individual words in a series of long and short sentences. At the same time, they all used various strange "fuck" with a Hai accent to fully demonstrate their friendliness and cultural commonality.
Emm, it can be seen that China's cultural output is also good in a sense?
This was probably the first time that Lao Wang was pointed at and scolded. He couldn't say it back. He had no way to explain the meaning and difference between hello and fuck to these people.
"Sellens, back off, fuck u!"
With Lao Wang's English level, calling him a "how are you" type player is flattering him. It's almost the same as the "don't eat sour radish" type player. The middle finger supplemented with bulk English has exhausted Lao Wang's lifelong cultural heritage and is the highest level of application. However, this behavior still successfully calmed down a group of young and strong guys.
Alshid rolled his eyes, feeling superior, and felt that his advantage was so great that he was in a different dimension from these idiots.
In fact, the reason why Li Cang, Lao Wang and others "accepted" and "recognized" Al Cid so hastily was very simple. Al Cid was of this age, this nationality, and was from Darfur. He could connect to the Chinese Internet so smoothly, and he was familiar with the jokes that were confusing to outsiders. He even knew advanced applications. It was easy to guess what kind of people educated and influenced him in his childhood.
What is this? This is definitely half a friendly army!
Li Cang smiled friendly at the right time and took over the words of the stunned people: "Please be patient, I want to know what happened."
Li Cang had no choice but to come forward. Lao Wang was never a person who was good at communicating with barbarians. As for Li Lace, she was simply not good at communicating with any human being in any way other than fists. If he didn't speak again, would he wait for the young lady to come out with a sniper rifle to chat?
The remaining 7 people looked at each other, and finally a person named Hansen was pushed out. It was not the popular choice, but his language happened to be one of the few languages included in the translator.
"We are from the Atum settlement, a spontaneous settlement of 600,000 people. We were attacked by the Black Mist Island Chain last night, and then we appeared here. We have no problem, my friend, we are not your enemy!"
"Only the Black Mist Island Chain? Not Hexiang Country? Are there any giant monsters?"
"Hexiang Country? What is that? I don't understand what you mean. Isn't this mutated Black Mist Island zombie huge enough?"
It is both good and bad that Hexiang Country doesn't appear. Li Cang has now habitually put Black Mist Island and Hexiang Country together for integrated discussion. He is still a little uncomfortable with the fact that only one of them appears.
Soon, more Black Mist Island zombies began to flood the screen.
The first wave was basically smashed down directly from the sky. The situation of this wave is relatively simple. First, the Black Mist Island chain comes with it, and second, it is buried under various debris but no objects are thrown directly from the sky.
Before the degree of unlucky is not higher than that of Teacher Cang, such a small amount of damage obviously cannot bury or smash the zombies, so they break out of the ground while they are fresh and hot, ready to give everyone a little surprise.
The black oil of the Black Mist Island is gushing out, spraying the little brothers like a blowout. Most of them are black-skinned and scaled zombies that Li Cang and his friends have seen before, and then this mutated six-armed big guy.
The whole airspace suddenly stinks and is black. It is obviously crowded with people, but unfortunately only a small part of them are really people.
Some people have already shown despair. With such a large number of people, such a closed airspace, and even praying, sacrificing, or summoning little brothers is prohibited, everyone unanimously feels that they have transitioned from a life-or-death situation to a sure thing.
Lao Wang kicked a black-skinned zombie that had somehow come over into the gap between the sky island and the debris, and gnashed his teeth and muttered: "Damn, this zombie has learned military tactics, and it's sneaking around to attack me. If you can't let it go, then let it go with onions, ginger, garlic, cumin, and chili powder."
There was a wild howl, and it gradually walked away.
The corpse in question was fine, his mood and electrocardiogram were stable, and his ashes had been scattered clean, so he didn't need legal assistance.
This group of people obviously didn't understand what Lao Wang was talking about, even if they had a translator and a human translator, they didn't work, and they looked terrified.
Zombies and those things don't look like a serious combination.
In my heart, I thought that the boss is worthy of being the boss. From attitude to usage, he is completely different from us. No wonder we were beaten like grandsons by those mutant zombies, while he beat those zombies like grandsons. The difference between them is five generations, and he is indeed a role model for our generation!
The scattered surviving subordinates were basically divided into 4 groups, holding on to the geographically advantageous points, and the remaining ones who did not show up were either buried or fled early in the morning to hide in their respective safe houses on the islands when there were not so many fragments before. They had no choice but to not come out at all. With dozens or even hundreds of meters of thick rock layers between them, I was the safest no matter what zombies came!
Li Cang's side did not have such a thick rock layer to hinder him, but he did not plan to hide.
In his opinion, this was no different from a pie in the sky. If you don't drink my toast, God will pick up food for you and turn the table. Do you still want to stay on Earth?
