Chapter 1067： Qin Shan, collapsed (2/2)
pia harp~
The sound of the first batch of living corpses hitting the ground can be said to be quite slimy, and the splashed flesh and blood are hundreds of meters high.
”It's really a relief this time...”
Zhao Erdao,
”Do you think that the rebellion against the party is jumping the wall? Anyway, it was a blood corpse last time. This time it is a living corpse. The living corpse is a shit. Isn't it a special gift for us to give experience and benefits?”
The soft crystals in the bodies of the living corpses are all money, and they are still Mingguang's hardest stuff.
If you want to say that you will be such a kind ghost who will not believe in the party, but how is this situation now?
After spraying several waves of living corpses in the sky, the mushroom cloud in the sky became a little sluggish, the wrinkled volume shrank by more than half, and at least millions of living corpses had accumulated on the ground.
Of course, at least two-thirds of them were pie-shaped and torn apart. Even if the remaining one-third were alive corpses, less than 20% of them had combat effectiveness.
It's not only Mingguang's high-end combat capabilities that are watching from afar, but also the members of the army and the garrison.
Don't say that they are individuals, they have already seen that it is wrong.
——There is not a high-level among these living corpses!
They are all the most common zero-order, first-order crocodile, gritted teeth, stomping and sending out a few that can be hacked to death by ordinary people.
What's the joke, there is not even a Tier 2 out of the millions of living corpses? Didn't you really go through the sieve before getting the light?
”Om~”
Qin Shan suddenly lit up countless beams of light in all directions.
The garrison finally couldn't sit still, and it seemed that it was planning to destroy the mushroom cloud and the half-dead corpse wave below it first and then talk about other things.
I have to say that the tide of corpses plowed by Yuanjing Cannon is really like a hot pot being boiled.
The bright red flesh and blood waves are gurgling, like the red oil in a hot pot, but the smell is pungent, more similar to the sum of boiled mummies + old lady's footcloth + raw roasted durian that has been mature for eight years.
The wave of blood in the pot that looked like red oil rolled several somersaults, but suddenly it turned into a pot of steaming blood tofu. The gap was so great that the adult Zhao Gou left all the sour water.
Zhao Er said weakly,
”Ni, Nima, it's a shame today, I was buried in a pile of living corpses the first time I went to the battlefield and crawled out of the dead, I haven't vomited, vomit!”
Other people also complained,
”What a **** came up with and bombarded the living corpse with the source crystal, I said!”
”Dream again? Even if you can just quit the meal, knock...”
”I don't think I need to eat hot pot anymore...”
”It's disgusting, it's really disgusting. Today, my old lady has opened her eyes. I hope she won't have nightmares when she falls asleep at night.”
The power of the source crystal cannon is so powerful that even the smallest round of fire collection cannot be resisted by these extremely low-level zombie cubs.
After a round of bombing, the tide of corpses that had just landed basically took root.
Those who were not directly hit were also boiled in the ”big hot pot”-so the number of people who vomited on the spot doubled.
cough!
The rebels must have never thought that their move would receive such a miraculous effect, which is almost equivalent to giving Mingguang collective a weak buff.
To say that there are shortcomings, the anger of the big ruffians has been read at least eight times~