Chapter 407 Charge of Death

"Thousand faces, you may not know that all the dead have actually been cast a forbidden spell, so they may continue to exist in this world. The charge of death is to lift this forbidden spell. In this way, the speed of the dead will be faster than the most agile faceless and become the best warrior. White Beard said.

"There must be any side effects of such a fierce ability?" Most of these strange methods that Pan Jinlian came into contact with, the more obvious the effect, the greater the drawback.

"That's natural. After the curse is lifted, they will become killing machines and will never stop. The death charge will only start once, and at the end of the charge, there should be only death. At the beginning, you can still distinguish between the enemy and me. Later, it is estimated that this consciousness will subside. However, I don't know how detailed it is. The physicalization of the soul can only be recorded in the older classics. If it is not materialized, it will be difficult for the undead to hurt each other, but what the end of the specific thing will be like? I am as looking forward to it as you. White Beard replied.

"Very well, that's it. I believe that the opposite side will also put on this death charge like us. I'm a little sure that they won't rush too many dead into battle. After all, after these things get out of control, they are likely to disperse their own camp. So it seems that it's really good to attack again. There is no right decision. After all, we living can decide when to withdraw, while the dead will only fight. Pan Jinlian spoke while experiencing the stakes.

"What Qianmen said is extremely true, so shall I start?" White Beard asked

Pan Jinlian didn't say anything, just nodded. Then, she let the horse take a few steps back and let the faceless group surround her.

White Beard walked to the front of the team, turned his back to the camp of Xuecheng, and said loudly to the faceless dead, "Resentment in the sea fog, today, you will no longer be souls, but real men and women. This will end your painful and wailing battle. After that, you will become another existence. In. You are no longer simple numbers, but strong people who can take lives. In the name of Facebook Island, I will lift the forbidden spell on you, seize and kill you.

After saying this, White Beard quickly walked to Pan Jinlian's side and let other faceless people protect him. Pan Jinlian looked a little disappointed. She thought that White Beard would charge with the team, which would save her a lot of trouble.

The slow undead came all the way, and their bodies slowly attached a layer of blue light and shadow, as if it were the color of the sea or the color of the camp. Then, they kept shaking and looking at the movements, which was a painful struggle. At the same time, when Pan Jinlian looked at the opposite side, he saw that the dead of Xuecheng were also doing the same action, but the halo attached to them was yellow.

The undead on both sides are constantly struggling, and some strong ones are the first to break the halo like eggshells on their bodies, and then pat their bodies and rush away opposite each other. The dead who lost the halo, whether from Facebook Island or Xuecheng, looked similar, the same gray and white, which made Pan Jinlian a little confused about the dead who fought together, which one was the other party's and which one was her own.

But it doesn't matter, because every time one of your side rushes out, the other party must have a corresponding resistance. Otherwise, it will attack the dead who are still struggling in the halo, as well as the living who hide behind the dead and trembling. Pan Jinlian felt that the shaking bodies of the young faceless people beside her seemed that even fear would not slowly ease in a world where time stopped. Under normal circumstances, this feeling would slowly become numb with time, but the static time made numbness never come.

What a cruel world.

More and more dead have broken out of the halo, and the two armies have really become a mixed fight. Pan Jinlian can see that now those who break away from the halo are all in the middle level. Such undead are the most, so every blink of an eye, there will be many more "breaking shell" undead in front of the two armies.

Pan Jinlian has never experienced a battle, but she believes that even Wu Song should feel strange to everything in front of her, even the well-informed bachelors and faceless people in both camps. They must have never seen such a battle. The dead began to fight with the only fighting will. At first, they also used the weapons in their hands, as if they were alive, fighting one by one. Later, these souls slowly turned into beasts, and the weapons were slowly discarded and fighting into each other's bites.

At this moment, in the confrontation of the dead, a dissipated soul began to appear, and the fatally injured disappeared like a burst of smoke. Pan Jinlian did not know what it meant. Maybe it meant that these dead were killed for the second time, right? However, she doesn't want to know. Knowing too much will only make her feel infinite fear of possible death in the future, and then find ways to continue to stay here. If there is only one choice left, then the traveler is doomed not to be calm. Pan Jinlian, who has become a thousand faces, does not want to be as desperate as in the past.

At the beginning, she was still trying to tell whether the killed undead came from Facebook Island or Xuecheng, but after a while, she stopped this behavior, because the undead on both sides looked similar, and it was really difficult to distinguish. In addition, after the opponent of an undead died, he would find it at will. A undead beside him fights, regardless of whether it is his own side or the enemy. That is to say, even if there is only one undead on Facebook Island, the undead in Xuecheng will fight with each other until all die, and vice versa.

Pan Jinlian doesn't know how long this battle has been fought, and the dead will not bleed or produce corpses. This makes the battle look like it lacks some tragic evidence, but the time will not pass, but it makes the beast-like fight show straightforward cruelty.

Pan Jinlian just felt that she was getting more and more tired, and her eyes could not even open. If it was in the real world, it should have been a night or two days? Pan Jinlian didn't know. In short, there was only one undead left on the battlefield, and the undead did not seem to stop, but turned around and rushed to Pan Jinlian quickly.