Feng Yuan’s exploration mission is coming to an end.
After a week-long exploration, Feng Yuan was already eager to go home.
Walking on the messy streets, Feng Yuan looked into the distance and saw that the setting sun was hanging in the sky, like a gorgeous rouge, attracting countless people to be fascinated by it.
However, perhaps it is too high up, making its former admirers feel out of reach, so now it is waving its arms, searching on the ground for the true rouge in their hearts.
But rouge also has a shelf life. After it expires, all that's left is this foul-smelling black mess on the ground.
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"Brother Yuan, we still have one day to go back, right?" The man, as strong as a brown bear, took a bite of the bread in his hand and shot a zombie in the head that was moving towards him. He stood side by side with Feng Yuan in a situation that seemed like a spring outing and asked casually.
"Well, hold on for another day and we can go home." Looking at the broken meat and internal organs of the corpses on the ground, Feng Yuan also held a piece of bread in his hand, chewing his mouth and chatting with the other party about the reason why he came here. After being in the doomsday for a long time, he has long ignored the smell of blood and got used to it. The disgusting and dirty things no longer exist in his mind.
In the apocalypse, there are only a few entertainments that can relieve stress. After a long period of exploring the wasteland, Feng Yuan became irritable. He rushed into the zombie group with an axe in his hand and started killing them.
Killing zombies is not just about being ruthless, just like when Feng Yuan kicked the first zombie that rushed over with one kick, the force was great and the angle was sharp, and he kicked it down directly, but it lost its mind and felt no pain, and even if its leg was broken, it did not roll on the ground and cry for its parents. To kill them, you can only hit them with one blow, such as "bang!" Feng Yuan ran to it, raised his axe and chopped it diagonally, and when the head flew up and the dirty blood splattered, they would really die.
Compared to Feng Yuan, the sturdy man's attack was a bit overwhelming. His right arm was like a magical weapon in a novel. Without much fuss, a single slap or a punch could send a zombie to hell, where there would be no rebirth. For a time, he established an unshakable and majestic image.
What is it like to be besieged by hundreds of zombies? Those who have watched doomsday movies may be able to imagine it. They are like raging flood beasts, and the pitch-black darkness makes people feel extremely depressed. The mouths that are like quagmire and emit a foul smell are huge, and "woooo" sounds come from inside. The messy and twisted corpses under their feet make "cracking" sounds. Although the speed is slow, when they reach a certain number and attack in a siege posture, it is enough to make up for this defect.
"There are so many of them, so densely packed that it makes me sick."
Feng Yuan stood there, holding the axe across his chest. His stern face did not change at all, and even his eyes were as calm and peaceful as waves without wind.
This attitude is formed after experiencing such cruel habits, and perhaps only the person involved knows.
Feng Yuan clearly remembered how weak and powerless he was when the doomsday just started and he saw the human world fall. The fear was like the most violent poison, which made him bleed from all seven orifices. The heartbeat that seemed to stop instantly made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.
The first time is always the most painful, whether it is watching someone being killed or killing someone. In order to protect himself, when Feng Yuan killed the enemy who stole his food for the first time, the enemy's eyes revealed his madness and attachment to life, as well as his hatred and pain for the murderer. This is also one of the indelible memories in Feng Yuan's heart.
Then, everything became less profound. Brothers who killed each other for food, forest demons who used others as bait because of desire, people were like zombies, and zombies were like people. Driven by negative desires such as greed and killing, it became difficult to distinguish between the two sides. Zombies ate people and spit out bones, but people sometimes didn't even spit out bones.
Since the bodies were indistinguishable, what was the point of having a conscience? Apart from the bottom line, Feng Yuan gradually cut off all the useless things. He killed until his hands were soft, until his heart died, and now he was indifferent to everything.
This is called growth, also called harvest.
As a centurion in the Order Legion, Feng Yuan has already reached the limit of this position, and there are many people who think like him. Those who have experienced the end of the world naturally know that if they want to survive in this dangerous world, they must either become stronger or become ruthless!
"Not enough! Keep coming, come here!"
The giant man beside Feng Yuan turned into a real monster at this time. With a gust of wind and afterimage passing by, he was already rushing towards the zombie group with a powerful aura. His speed was simply unbelievable!
The sturdy man's clothes suddenly moved without wind, and a heroic spirit like thousands of horses galloping emanated from him. The momentum that came out of the blood prison made the originally slow speed of the surrounding zombies even slower.
His arm was his weapon. He waved the "sharp blade" violently and hit the zombies randomly, stirring up a blood mist in the sky.
Large groups of zombies were cut in half, their upper and lower bodies split apart with a "click". Blood and body fluids splattered all over the ground, and the air was suddenly filled with a rotten smell.
There is only one day left to return to order and leave this hellhole. At this time, Feng Yuan's fire axe seems indestructible under the huge force, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. Every time the axe is swung, a zombie will die!
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"Someone come and save us."
Before they knew it, they had advanced a long way. When Feng Yuan and others passed by a residential area, a shrill cry for help suddenly came from a building.
"What's that sound?"
Feng Yuan looked towards a certain part of the building suddenly, and found that it was the person on the top floor who was shouting for help. However, the person was not alone now. He was holding a little girl in his arms. From Feng Yuan's angle, she looked about seven or eight years old.
However, the opponent's situation was very dangerous. He had been forced to the edge of the roof by the crowded zombies. Although he tried his best to hack and kill, the zombies, who became more and more excited at the sight of flesh and blood, had no intention of giving him any chance. They kept breaking in from the rooftop door and scratching him frantically.
“Help!”
In addition to collecting information about the surrounding area, the most important thing for Feng Yuan was to find survivors. After searching for several days, Feng Yuan found few traces of survivors. The moment he heard the call for help, he rushed forward, chopped down a few zombies blocking his way, and then climbed upstairs.