Chapter 67 Cross, one horizontal and one vertical (please read it!)
It was like the roar of a grizzly bear in the Siberian snowfields, or the roar of a tiger in the Pan-Asian jungle, although Thomas had never seen either.
But when the zombie king roared and flew out, he still couldn't help but feel depressed and his pupils constricted.
The Zombie King was simply wrapped tightly in a mass of corpse air, with black mist all over its body. It was obviously stronger than when Yin Xiu saw it before.
"cover me!"
Thomas pulled out two sharp knives, turned them over in his hands, and shot out like a cannonball, facing the zombie king.
The zombie king didn't know whether he was happy or sad. Anyway, meat was delivered to the door. When he opened his mouth, he spit out a breath of corpse air and shot it at the opponent like a spear.
Thomas stopped his momentum and rolled on the spot, barely avoiding it. The windbreaker on his body was stained by corpse aura and dissolved into liquid.
This made him feel a dull pain in his bones.
The Zombie King missed his attack, and when he turned around to continue attacking, the gray-robed mage took action.
Several streams of gray air emerged from his wide sleeves, and if you looked closely, you could see crying faces.
"Shadow Magic·Soul-Receiving Scythe!"
He shouted loudly, and the air flow broke through the corpse aura and hit the zombie, surrounding it, making it unable to move for a moment.
The priest in black put the cross on the ground. Just listening to the sound of falling to the ground and the rising dust and smoke, I am afraid that the cross must weigh nearly [-] kilograms.
The priest clicked on some buttons on both sides of the cross at the same time, and heard the sound of gears turning. The surface of the cross began to rotate and spread, revealing several machine guns hidden in the "one horizontal line" of the cross.
"Repent, Zombie King!"
The gun spun crazily, raining angry bullets at the zombie king, causing it to retreat and shake like a sandbag.
These bullets have all been soaked in holy water and are specially treated magic bullets. When they hit the zombies, bursts of blue light emit, which makes people dazzled.
Seeing that the black energy on the Zombie King's body seemed to be loose, Thomas flipped his swords over again, and the strange light flowed from the blade to the tip, emitting a terrifying light.
As soon as the zombie king saw him approaching, he opened his bloody mouth, and the zombie air rushed directly into Thomas's face.
But this time he was on guard, and his feet were somehow much faster. He moved his steps a few times, narrowly avoiding the corpse aura.
His elbows hit the arm stabbed by the Zombie King, and with a huge reaction force like hitting steel, Thomas spun his body and got into the arms of the Zombie King.
His eyes widened, and he slashed with all his strength. The Zombie King's left hand was cut off forcefully, and green bodily fluids sprayed all over Thomas' face and body.
"what!!!"
Thomas screamed immediately and rolled on the ground. White smoke and blisters appeared all over his body as if he had been scalded.
After quickly shooting the ammunition in the cross, the priest took out the holy water from his arms, kept chanting the Gospel of Mary, and then sprinkled the water on Thomas.
With a burst of white light, Thomas, who was still in unbearable pain, miraculously settled down, and his physical abnormalities were quickly suppressed.
"How long have you been trying to save people!?"
The gray-robed mage secretly cursed the priest as a fool and continued to activate the magic. More ghosts flew out of his sleeves, forming a whirlwind that picked up the zombies and slammed them against the wall.
Boom!
As the zombie king was smashed against the wall, with the zombie king as the center of gravity, huge cracks appeared on the wall like a truck impact, and dust and smoke continued. "No matter how hard that guy's spine is now, it will break directly!" the gray-robed mage said excitedly.
As he said, although he was not directly eliminated, the Zombie King's spine did suffer severe damage. It was a little crooked when leaning on the wall, and he breathed out feebly.
The priest and the gray-robed mage were okay, but Thomas, who had just been sprayed all over his head and face by an unknown liquid, couldn't bear it. Instead of being afraid of his previous injuries, he became even more angry.
With a roar, he rushed forward and cut off the zombie king's head.
But at this moment, the priest rushed up and grabbed him, "Look!"
I saw that the Zombie King had another piece of flesh sprouting out of its originally empty left hand. It deformed and twisted a few times before returning to its original state, becoming a complete arm.
And its broken spine was even more terrifying. It was like putting together building blocks. With the weird sounds of the joints connecting and snapping together, it stood up again after just a few breaths.
call! The Zombie King exhaled, and everyone faintly smelled the smell of soot.
"Leave me alone and let me kill it!"
Thomas roared, took the priest's hand, took a few steps back, stood behind him, looked at the gray-robed mage and said, "What should we do now?"
The gray-robed mage was also sweating profusely, as if he didn't expect that the zombie king had the ability to be reborn.
"Everyone calm down!"
The priest took out the cross on his chest and kissed it. After silently praying to Grandpa's holy name several times, he said to the two of them: "Thomas, Todd, although the three of us don't deal with each other and have never fought side by side before, But at this moment, if the discord is not resolved, I’m afraid we will all die here.”
The gray-robed mage laughed, "I don't want to die just yet. Whether I'm going to see the devil or meeting my grandpa, it's going to be very troubling."
Thomas also nodded in agreement: "I still have a farm to inherit."
As soon as they reached an agreement, the Zombie King opened his mouth, and the three of them were attracted by a strong airflow, and their bodies kept moving in its direction.
The priest held on to the cross tightly, and the other two people almost hugged the priest. Only then could they barely resist the strong wind and not be sucked away.
"Hey, if you two hold me like this, I won't be able to use it!" the priest said.
"Why, does it affect your prayers!?"
The priest didn't care to speak, and swung his arm violently, and the two people hanging on him were thrown away.
He finally broke free from the restraints and groaned. The priest's veins popped out. He lifted the more than 200 kilogram cross with one hand and caught it in the air with the other hand and turned it around.
As if dancing a tango, he held the cross under his arms with both hands, and pointed the "upright" side of the cross at the Zombie King.
"In the name of my grandfather, I will drive you out!"
Boom!
There was a deafening sound, and even the roof of the warehouse shook, scattering bursts of dust.
Thomas and the gray-robed mage felt dazed at the same time, as if their internal organs were turning over in an instant, and they were sweating profusely.
A black cannonball the size of a human head was shot out of the cross and slammed into the zombie king, causing a violent explosion.
Looking at the rising fire, the priest, who was surrounded by gunpowder smoke, exhaled a foul breath. Under his feet, the floor had been cracked by the powerful recoil.
(End of this chapter)