NOVEL NEXT Chapter 49
The tyrant was like a humanoid tank, facing all kinds of gunfire head-on, and he broke through the mine formation, and with a brave momentum, he directly killed the people in the front row of the trench!
When the three-meter-high little giant landed in the trench, it immediately kicked up smoke and dust.
A human survivor looked at the monster falling from the sky, his pupils suddenly shrunk, shrinking into pins.
But at the thought that his wife and children were in the rear shelter, the human survivor bit the tip of his tongue violently, the sweet smell of blood permeated his mouth, and the tingling sensation stimulated his body to react, and he suddenly raised the submachine gun in his hand and let out a hysterical roar at the tyrant:
"You damn monsters, let me all go to hell!"
The next moment, the submachine gun opened fire.
However,
the tyrant's tall body stood there, like a wall in front of the hope of mankind! The
bullets of the submachine gun fell on the tyrant, and apart from leaving large and small craters, they could not inflict much damage on him!
With the twisting of the flesh tendons on the surface of his body, like a hideous centipede wriggling up and down, the wounds on the tyrant's body actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
So terrible!
The tyrant jerked up his alienation arm, his massive claws flicking slightly.
When the claws cut into the human body, it is as easy as a hot knife cutting butter, and there is not much lag at all.
Within a second, flesh and blood were separated, and
the trench was filled with splatters of blood.
The death of this human survivor is just the beginning.
Immediately afterward, the
tyrant slaughtered into the camp of human survivors, and every time he swung his claws, one was killed.
The expressionless bald face, the silent and dead killing, as if it were a kind of art, full of the beauty of death.
It was like a messenger sent by death to harvest life on earth, and in a short time, it killed the front row of the trenches to the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground! When the
tyrant came out of the trench again, the gray skin was full of scattered blood stains, and the sharp claws as sharp as knives were dyed scarlet, and the viscous blood continued to drip down the claws on the ground, and soon a pool of blood accumulated.
"What kind of monster is this, why can't the bullets do any damage to him!"
"It's over! We're going to be finished now!" In
the trench where Yang Guofu was, a group of volunteers were demoralized and fell into a panic.
And they can't be blamed for that.
These volunteers were originally just ordinary people, not professionally trained soldiers, and their willpower was not strong enough.
In addition, anyone who sees an invulnerable monster will also feel a sense of despair!
What's more, the tyrant's process of killing people like slaughtering chickens and dogs also brings heavy pressure to all human survivors!
Guo Ting stopped what she was doing, looked back at Yang Guofu, and asked,
"Husband, what should we do now?"
Yang Guofu took a deep puff of his cigarette and rubbed his forehead with his fingers.
He knew that he was not a general, that he could not command the army in battle, and that he had no eloquence that could inspire morale.
Yang
Guofu glanced at Guo Ting and his second daughter Yang Yingying, and said in a deep voice:
"Since I brought you two mothers and daughters to the battlefield, I will definitely bring you back alive!"
After making a categorical promise, Yang Guofu immediately began to perform fine micro-exercises.
Once a programmer, Yang Guofu found that necromancers and programmers have a lot in common, and they can command dragon tooth soldiers with ease and do actions that ordinary people can't do.
At this moment, one of the Dragon's Tooth soldiers let go of the Vulcan cannon and strapped a pack of TNT explosives all over his body.
Yang Guofu is a typical phobia of insufficient firepower, suffering from the lack of powerful weapons at hand, he borrowed a large number of guns and gunpowder from General Z early, all of which were stored in the space ring.
The TNT explosives pack on the Dragon's Tooth Soldier weighed 200 kilograms, to say the least.
If you say that, maybe you don't have an intuitive idea.
1 kg of TNT explosives, equivalent to 200 grenades.
A 200-kilogram pack of TNT is enough to destroy a factory building, or an old-fashioned residential building!
The Dragon's Tooth Soldier is sturdy and carrying 200 kilograms of gravity, which looks a little bloated, but it doesn't affect its speed.
The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return!
This dragon tooth soldier shouldered a heavy task, and under the cover of the other nine dragon tooth soldiers, he constantly narrowed the distance between him and the tyrant.
Naturally, the tyrant was the first to discover this strange little thing.
If the tyrant had a brain, and had some knowledge of human explosives, he would never let it approach him easily.
But because the dragon tooth soldiers are covered in ribs and have no flesh and blood, they are not tyrants' dishes at all.
The tyrant glanced at it, then quickly cast his gaze on the human survivors in the rest of the trenches.
Rather than killing the Dragontooth Soldiers, it prefers to slash human survivors and feel the sensation of blood gushing out of its veins.
But soon, the tyrant paid a heavy price for his contempt!
Against the backdrop of a rain of bullets, the Dragontooth Soldier was like a monkey, moving his bones from time to time to avoid someone behind him from shooting by mistake, causing the explosives pack on his body to detonate prematurely.
Closer!
Closer!
At this moment, the tyrant is killing the human survivors in the second trench.
In front of the tyrant, the human firearms seemed so pale and powerless that they could only be sacrificed!
While the tyrant's old power had gone and the new force was not yet born, the dragon's tooth soldier jumped down violently, and his two skeletal legs were clamped between the tyrant's head, and the ghost fire in the hole was full of fire.
Immediately afterwards,
under the control of Yang Guofu, the dragon tooth soldier used the skill of flame slashing.
There is no sword in his hand?
It doesn't matter!
Yang Guofu just used the little fire element that was pulled in during the release of the skill to ignite the TNT explosive package on the dragon tooth soldier!
"!!Boom"
A deafening explosion sounded.
Mudstone splattered out of the trenches.
The
whole ground shook even more! Then
the people found that the invincible tyrant was torn apart in the raging fire!
"Wonderful!"
"The monster is finally dead!" "
All of a sudden, the people in the trench celebrated with their crowns, and their morale was greatly boosted!
Unfortunately, the people were too soon to rejoice!
A tyrant fell.
There are even more tyrants rushing to the battlefield behind the corpse tide!
When I saw the familiar bald faces, the cheers of countless human survivors came to an abrupt halt and turned into a deathly silence.
Yang Guofu's face turned pale, he smashed his fist on the dirt wall, and said hatefully:
"If my son is here, where can you monsters be rampant!"