Crunch~ Crunch~

This is a strange sound caused by group stomping on the ground as they move forward and bone friction.

The body is attached to their former body, and the body is not directly acting with spirits. The skeleton soldiers gather in a stream, and the undead are in line. According to their memories during their lifetime, one established legion after another appeared!

The military cap, which was crookedly worn on the top of the head and was left with only a metal frame due to rot, was embedded in the broken bullet belt and was cross-body on the bones, and the bones of a large number of soldiers were still stuck to the red soil...

Some of them hold broken swords, some ride skeletons and horses, and some carry rusty guns... There are all infantry and cavalry. Although they look very embarrassed, they look like miscellaneous soldiers, but their uniform marching postures show their training.

This is a legion that has long disappeared in the long river of history. Now they are back, with the will to revenge and the resentment that has not been erased for hundreds of years!

Millions of undead legions advance, vast and endless.

The earth in the distance trembled slightly, and the rich negative energy formed a cloud of darkness floating in the sky, floating with the advance of the undead army.

Quar! Quar! Quar! Quar!

A group of dark crows stirred their wings and brought a warning.

Birds and birds flew in pieces, snakes, insects and ants swam in groups, and vegetarian beasts left their homes desperately... It seemed that they were all very frightened!

Sitting on the platform pulled by hundreds of white bone war horses, Qi Feng played with the [Crown of the Undead] in his hand expressionlessly.

This treasure has been refined by him, and he has known his ability: release negative energy to erode and pollute everything, create an undead legion, and help the master obtain the power of death... In short, there are many abilities and very powerful.

If Qi Feng is willing, he can use the [Undead Crown] to merge his own power into ultimate and pure negative energy at any time, and constantly absorb strength from the undead natural disaster, which will inevitably make him powerful to an extremely outrageous level in a short period of time!

If you directly reach the seventh level or the eighth level strength, you won’t be surprised. Even if you operate well, you can become a ninth level powerhouse if you let negative energy cover the whole world!

However, once he chooses this path, he will always be with the undead, and he will pursue the achievements of the undead Majesty as his pursuit and cannot turn back.

"Tsk, if [Chaos Body] could swallow this too, let me master the path of death, just like the previous [Evil King Armor]."

Qi Feng shook his head.

Maybe it is because the level of this treasure is too high, and now it is second only to the [Creation Bell] in his hand, so the [chaotic body] that can absorb and evolve everything cannot be digested.

If he cannot do it for the time being, of course he will not choose to turn himself into a dead creature. That is too sad and he will lose other options that are already promising.

"Forget it, just use it like this first."

There was a glimmer in his eyes and he thought to himself: "It's probably going to be a big deal now. I don't know what kind of monsters will lead to...'

...

Hans is a very fond of quietness, just because he is a best-selling horror novelist.

So, his home is in the suburbs.

Crunch~ Crunch~

The strange sound woke him up from his sleep.

"Damn, who is it?!"

He suddenly sat up and roared.

It can be seen that he is very irritable because he is most inspired when it is late at night, so he is a night owl with jet lag and dark circles are very thick.

Crunch~ Crunch~

Few people in this world would accommodate others for no reason, and the voice was no exception. They kept ringing, causing the string in Hans's mind to completely break.

"Don't let Grandpa Hans catch you!"

The strong man got up from the bed, cursed, and took off a hunting rifle hanging on the wall.

This is his reliance on living alone in the suburbs and facing wild animals!

After coming to the living room, he suddenly pulled the curtains and saw the skeleton soldier moving in front of the window.

Hans' body stiffened on the spot and his face was frozen.

Crunch~ Crunch~

The skeleton soldiers are advancing, and they are following up, one after another.

It can be vaguely seen through their movements and their ragged clothes that these guys are well-trained soldiers!

"Haha, I saw hallucinations."

Hans smiled foolishly and covered his eyes with his hands.

Then the next second he suddenly took away his palm.

Still visible!

This time he was horrified, and the fear that could not be described in words rushed straight into his body and reached the soles of his feet, making every pore tremble!

Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong...

Suddenly, a voice outside the gate remembered that Hans, as a novel author, could naturally imagine the scene:

This is a whole army, and their house is on the way forward. Some soldiers pass by on both sides of the house, and some are directly in front of them. They are blocked from their movements and are moving forward in the same place...

"No...no..."

Hans, who was trembling all over, shook his head slowly and whispered, not daring to think about it anymore.

Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong...

But the sound did not stop, and it still sounded, knocking on the window of his soul, allowing more and greater fear to spread to every corner of his skin.

Subconsciously, he turned around and looked at the window again, and found that a skeleton soldier who was walking around turned his head and looked at him.

The two dark eyes were beating with small green flames, and the gums with only some broken teeth were opened and closed, as if they were saying something, and seemed to be laughing!

"No, no!"

Hans spoke very quickly, shook his head in horror, and went to look for the phone number. He didn't dare to go out now. The only thing he could do was to call for help, hoping that the police officer could believe what he said.

But if he doesn't go out, can't anyone outside come in?

With the "click" sound, the door was broken, and the skeleton horse swayed its neck twice impatiently. The skeleton riding on it was wearing red and white military uniforms, holding a command knife with a tourist curve in his hand.

The blade is sharp and there is no rust at all.

It seems that the door was split open by a knife!

Two skeleton infantry holding spears walked in through the gate at normal speed.

"No! Don't come here! Don't come here!"

Mr. Hans' fear reached its peak at this moment, with tears flowing in his eyes and making extremely shrill screams.

"No...ahhhh..."

Soon, the other sounds disappeared, leaving only the "crunch~crunch~" sound of forward footsteps continued.

...

The city residents discovered the undead legion, after all, in broad daylight.

The police immediately took action, and some National Guards stationed nearby also dispatched.

Faced with the scene of the undead legion rushing like a tide, countless people trembled and pulled the trigger without waiting for the command of the superior.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Many skeleton soldiers in the front fell down on the spot.

The generals of the Skeleton Cavalry were riding on the war horse, and the soul fire that was pounding in his eyes suddenly shook at this moment, turning from green to scarlet red.

"Revenge...kill all sinners... Charge!"

His voice was hoarse and full of resentment, and he waved his command knife violently in the direction of the enemy.

The next second, the earth shook and countless skeleton cavalry began to surround the two wings.

They are not brainless mobs. As soldiers' training instincts and tactics of killing enemies, they are engraved in their souls until they die!
Chapter completed!