Chapter 84 Black Armor

"The power of the dead will become stronger and stronger next, and half of the eight poles will be like destroying zombies?" A figure covered with a dark robe said hoarsely. He raised his head and his face hidden in his hood was illuminated by the moonlight, which was an extremely young face.

The lonely figure squatted on a pavilion and stood up, like a cold stone statue. He took off his black robe and exposed his cold armor. This armor is not as silvery as the wind and thunder, but as dark as ink, with a heavy depression and majestic as the god of war.

"The lunar eclipse begins, and the moon is completely swallowed up, the whole earth will sink into darkness. Who can save you?" He put his hand on his head and said to himself.

In the past few years, Ye Yuanhong has been used to talking to himself like this. No one listened to him, so he talked to himself like crazy.

The armor on the helmet was pulled down, and the young and proud face was covered by a steel curtain and covered with armor.

"Dear brother, I hope you can do it! Don't be soft-hearted!" He muttered to himself and trotted two steps forward. The seemingly heavy armor not only did not affect his activities, but made him faster and stronger than before. He ran to the eaves of the pavilion, jumped and rushed to the gate of the city.

He followed countless zombies, as if they were rolling waves to extinguish the fiery flame.

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Wang Zhongli, who was stationed at Kanmen, was lit with fire on his face. He looked at the zombies rolling and struggling in the flames, with compassion - these are the people of Fanyang, many old people and children. After their tragic death, their bodies were used by the enemy, and now they are turned to ashes in the sea of fire, which is pitiful and pathetic.

The fire oil burned with flames, and the fierce heat licked the corrupt body of the zombies, emitting the smell of black smoke and pungent flesh and blood.

In this way, the fire is clean, and the people are gone. It is peaceful to return to the dust.

When he was young, he fought a lot, killed people, and cremated his robe. No matter how uncomfortable he was, he was not moved at all. But when I saw such a miserable situation today, I couldn't help feeling a little sad.

In the calculation of the battle of the city lord, he wants to let the night stars ascend to the sky with this battle. Ye Xingchen also knows who manipulates these zombies. As long as he destroys the eyes of the corpse array, he is the greatest contributor to this battle. How many people have sacrificed for a night star? Although there is an ancient proverb that "one will succeed in ten thousand bones", if you want to reach the sky in one step, you have to step on the bones and climb up. Don't you feel cold after really climbing to a high position?

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. When did he start to become so sentimental? He obeyed the order of the lord of the city to help the night stars. He didn't need to care so much. The flames rolled up, and the night sky seemed to be burned out a big hole, dispelling the bone-piercing cold of the late autumn night, but Wang Zhongli still shivered for no reason.

Everything in the world is just a chessboard for the superiors. They are just chess pieces, which can be exchanged and abandoned at any time.

Suddenly, he sang loudly: "The bright moon and white dew, time comes and forth. Say goodbye to your son and wander around. Straight lovesickness is useless, and it doesn't matter that melancholy is crazy. When do you miss each other? At this time, this night is embarrassing. Xiao looks at the sky and looks at the clouds, and he also misses you, and sits and thinks of you. Enter my lovesickness door, know that my lovesickness is bitter, long lovesickness, long memory, short lovesickness is infinite..."

"Are human beings still trying to fight against the will of the gods? Even the moon will be swallowed up by our great gods. What can you, a small human being, do? Shouldn't you crawl at my feet and beg for my forgiveness? The voice of the black armor is majestic and majestic, with cold sarcasm.

"God?" Wang Zhongli frowned in disgust and said contemptuously, "What is the god? Does the god you serve like this kind of ghost thing? His knife split in the air and pointed to the zombies behind the black armor.

"Dare! Ordinary people dare to question the power of the gods! Didn't your humble eyes see that God used his power to bring tens of thousands of dead back to life? We can do everything!"

"Resurrebirth? Is it called rebiration to let rotten corpses that don't even have a soul move freely? Your God, your brain is flooded!" Wang Zhongli was tit-for-tat with the majestic voice and did not retreat at all.

"There is no need to argue with such a stupid commoner like you. Your human strength is as small as ants. The generals you trust die in the hands of my soldiers one by one. Han Yu of the Yanzi Army, Li Siam of the Cang Navy, Yang Yu, who shoots arrogantly, and then you, Wang Zhongli! I will put your heads together and show them to my great master. The black armor man said proudly that when he said those names, he was like a collector showing his most precious treasures, as if these heads were his favorite collection.

Wang Zhongli's face turned pale - did the two veterans die like this?

"The commoner, accept the anger of the gods! Children, kill them!" The black armor man roared, and his hand waved sharply, as if beheading.

The zombies behind them, like hounds picking their mouth cages, rushed madly to the prey in front of them.

Wang Zhongli's thinking is very clear. There are female insects in the black armored man's body that control all the poisons. As long as they kill him, these zombies will naturally break themselves. He suddenly raised his head, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a sharp flash. He rushed out like an arrow away from the string and jumped up. His whole body soared like a hurry. It was hard to imagine that a person could jump so high.

His knife was raised above his head, as if he had thrown his body out, driving the sword with his whole body, and cutting the head of the black armored man with unparalleled strength.

For a moment, he pointed to a room, and he was confident that no one could avoid this knife.

The black armor man did not dodge. To be more precise, he didn't think much at all. He stood there straight, raised his head with armor, and watched the knife fall.

There was a sound of metal impact in the air.

Wang Zhongli knew that he had failed. He had killed many people in the war and was familiar with what it felt when the blade cut into his body. His knife was clamped by the black armor man and he could not move.

"Your power is as weak as an ant." The black armor roared majestically.

Wang Zhongli, who was still in mid-air, stretched his waist and stepped on the black armored man's chest continuously, 'dong-dong-dong', as if stepping on an iron plate, and the black armored man stood still, like a mountain.

Wang Zhongli flew backwards by force and looked at this terrible guy coldly.

The black armored man smiled contemptuously, took his knife in his hand, and there was a sound of steel breaking. This sword was like a clay sculpture, and it was smashed into powder in the hands of this unparalleled guy and pinched into a pile of iron crumbs.

"Do you think your power is like an ant trying to move a huge stone!" The black armor man spread out his five fingers, and the iron chips poured down his fingers on the ground. "Wang Zhongli, don't be afraid. Let me kill you and kill you neatly. I can complete the task. You don't have to bear pain. It's good for you and me! My god is benevolent, and he doesn't want any creature to suffer--

"The God you serve is too much!" Wang Zhongli interrupted coldly. He picked up another knife from the ground and put on a posture to meet the enemy.

The two armies are fighting. From a word to word, this man with a mouth full of spirits is really tight.

"Stupid mortal!" The black armor man shouted coldly, with offended anger.

He rushed to Wang Zhongli with his bare hands. Every step out, the ground cracked huge openings, like a rampaging wild elephant.

With a simple single punch, Wang Zhongli's knife waved from the bottom up and tried to cut in from the fragile part of the armor seam, but failed again.

The tip of his knife passed along the armor pattern, and not even a spark jumped out.

The man's fist in black really hit his chest, with a heavy muffled sound. He felt that the air in his chest was squeezed out, as if it had been hit by a wall. His body fell straight back like a broken kite, and a sweet blood foam gushed out of his mouth.

The gap in combat power is too big. Even if this black armored man stood there, he couldn't beat him down and couldn't even let him move half a step.

The black armor body is on fire, majestic like a god descending to the earth.

He walked away from Wang Zhongli step by step, and his armor made a very rhythmic click, like a slow death, stepping on arrogant steps.

" mortal, I gave you the opportunity to beg for mercy before, but you didn't cherish it, and now I have to replace the god to kill you." He reached out and grabbed Wang Zhongli's neck and lifted his whole body, with his feet off the ground, as if lifting a chicken.

He pulled down the face of the Confucian general's iron mask, looked directly into his eyes, and said fiercely, "Your life is in my hands, in the hands of my gods! Please forgive me, mortals, and beg my God to forgive you!"

Wang Zhongli stretched out his hand to open the huge hand that held his throat. He only felt like an iron pincer around his neck and couldn't struggle. He struggled and said, "100,000 people have become zombies. Isn't the God you believe in afraid of being killed?"

"My God naturally knows the power of the rules. These will be replaced. You should worry about your life first!" The black man sneered.

"It seems that your God is not omnipotent. He also has scruples. Someone will take God's punishment instead of him? Ha ha, it's really despicable. It's as despicable as manipulating these corpses to fight with us!" Wang Zhongli smiled contemptuously.

"The fallacy--" the black armored man roared and raised Wang Zhongli high above his head.

"You are with these living dead, I'm afraid you are also a soulless dead man! A body that doesn't even have a soul, a poor walking corpse, you really deserve sympathy!"

" Shut up!" The black armor roared, grabbed Wang Zhongli's legs in an extremely arrogant manner, and raised them high, as if to tear him in half.

Wang Zhongli only felt a burst of heartbreaking pain.

Suddenly, the black armor man stopped, his body turned, and looked ahead. A one-eyed old general stood not far away with a cold face.

"General Yudian Yan, Yin Cangyan, the one who will die in this battle!" The black armored man, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, hissing.