Doomsday game, start as the Dragon King of the Abyss

The ten-meter dragon wings flapped, and the huge black dragon rose into the air.

Straight out of the underground shelter, getting farther and farther away from the ground, Yang Ming was able to look down on the land from a high vantage point.

The Corniche is not far away, only about five kilometers.

If it's just killing people in the cult in the past, it's not that difficult.

The difficulty is how to ensure the lives of the second uncle Yang Jianjun's family.

Before the change, Yang Ming must be distressed.

Now, with the Heart Network, these problems can be solved.

The grid-like electromagnetic waves spread out into the distance, bringing the distant scene into the mental web.

At this time, in Yang Ming's mind, it was like turning on a radar scanner, marking all kinds of existences, including survivors hiding in the corners, and monsters wandering in the streets and alleys, and they could vaguely sense their hearts.

After investigation and screening, Yang Ming focused his attention on the direction of Binhai Road, and immediately got a large amount of heartfelt information.

"Hehe, these twin sisters are so beautiful, if you can let me kiss Fangze, even if it is a short life of ten years, it will be worth it!"

"As long as you follow Boss Wang, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking spicy!"

"This Wang Hai is really damned, he has always guarded me tightly, and he didn't give me any chance to escape at all."

"What a group of poor and ignorant mortals, when I sacrifice the Dragon King, it will be your turn next, and we will all have a bright future!"

"......"

All kinds of chaotic voices came into his mind, and Yang Ming gradually came to know the Blood Worship Sect.

Wang Hai, the patriarch of the Blood Worship Sect, was the culprit who presided over the capture of Yang Jianjun's family this time, in order to lure Yang Ming to appear.

It's just that where did this cult leader Wang Hai get the courage to dare to do such a thing?

Could it be that he is not afraid of overturning?

In the previous battle with the huge worm, Yang Ming was almost carelessly trapped, which led to deep introspection, and he did not dare to take any monster and human survivors lightly.

Especially Wang Hai, who was able to gather a group of human survivors in a short period of time and survive the difficult zombie siege, was obviously not an ordinary person.

Such a cunning cult leader would never do anything that he was not sure of.

Yang Ming learned from the voice of a hacker under Wang Hai that the other party was mobilizing cameras from all walks of life in the suburbs, ready to capture his traces at any time.

If it weren't for the fact that a large number of cameras near the auto repair shop were badly damaged after the rain of missiles washed the ground, I am afraid that as soon as Yang Ming left the underground shelter, they would have known about it.

In order to avoid his premature exposure, Yang Ming continued to rise into the air.

The huge black dragon came to the sky above Building 204 on Binhai Road, and the heart net penetrated into it everywhere, and its voices were more clearly understood.

At this time, Wang Hai was also making final preparations for the capture of the Abyss Dragon King.

Wang Hai held a baby in his hand and came to a simple altar.

After taking sleeping pills, the baby slept soundly.

Under the altar, the baby's mother was pressed to the ground by several big men, crying heartbreakingly, "

Boss Wang, please, can you let my child go!"

"I'm a very capable person, you can do whatever you want me to do!"

Wang Hai looked at the woman expressionlessly, and said coldly:

" I have built this underground shelter to protect you two mothers and children from the tragic fate of falling into the mouths of monsters, and now it is just for you to make your due devotion, what is it to cry and cry!"

"Your children will return to the arms of the Great Lord and become part of the big family, and we will all have a good future, and you should be happy!"

Wang Hai's voice sometimes became a male voice, sometimes a female voice, both men and women, young and old.

Until the end, the various voices coincided to form a sound full of treacherous power.

The woman's eyes were hollow, as if she had given up the struggle, and watched as Wang Hai stabbed a dagger into the baby's heart.

The newborn baby symbolizes hope and the future, the blood in the baby's body symbolizes the lively and active nature of human beings, the baby's bones symbolize growth and laughter, and the baby's flesh and blood symbolizes the beginning of all good things.

Wang Hai held the corpse in his hand, blood smeared under his eyelids, and a peaceful smile on his face, and knelt on the humble altar.

This scene is peaceful and treacherous.

Inspired by the crowd of human survivors, they sat in a circle around the humble altar and chanted unknown scriptures.

"You are a spiritual explorer, a builder of the Tower of Flesh, and a master of the boundless sea. "

Thou art wise and wise, thou art powerful, and all of us aspire to be part of the extended family!"

"Praise be thou, great lord!" The

woman used to watch others as sacrifices, just like other believers.

It was only when her child was brought to the altar that the woman felt a heart-wrenching pain.

When she tried to get help from familiar believers, all she got was the indifference and alienation of the other party.

If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed!

Everyone depends on Wang Hai to survive in this last days.

Once they leave Wang Hai, whether they can find the shelter established by the army is a big question, not to mention whether they can get out of this street alive.

No one wants to leave a place of safety behind to find an ethereal hope.

Even if they know very well in their hearts that maybe the next person who will become a sacrifice will be themselves, they still have a trace of luck in their hearts:

"What if it wasn't themselves?"

The numbness to the life and death of their companions and the pursuit of survival pathology have long distorted their three views and become the magic weapon they rely on for survival.

All believers are left with silent silence and absolute obedience to authority.

Only by absolutely obeying Wang Hai's command can they survive in this last day when life is worthless!

A believer's expression was fanatical, and his hands were raised above his head.

"Praise you! Praise you!"

The devotee's chant seemed to ignite a signal, and more believers rushed to join the procession, lest they fall behind and become an outlier in the crowd, and then be promoted to the altar by these so-called companions to become the new sacrifice.

Wang Hai stood on the altar and watched the clumsy performances of the other believers with cold eyes.

As the patriarch of the blood-worshipping sect, he did not believe in gods at all!

Sometimes, when he saw the fanatical worship of these believers, he even wanted to laugh!

The fanatical religious belief became a fig leaf for the ignorance and selfishness of these believers.

In Wang Hai's eyes, they were all just a group of inferior sacrifices, who would sooner or later be sacrificed to the Great Lord to improve his strength...... Resources.

That's all, that's all!