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The zombie skeletons driven from the cemetery were just low-level undead who had just been born, and had not yet evolved a tough hard skin, so they were slaughtered in the face of the surging low-level demons who had no room to resist at all.

Because he knew the weakness of these cannon fodder, the cemetery commander had no intention of letting them fight with the cowards at all, but let them huddle together one by one to form a dense defensive line. Although this gave up the possibility of killing and injuring the enemy, it also made it not so easy for the little cowards to kill cannon fodder.

Although the little cowards are far overwhelmed by the zombies on the opposite side in terms of strength and tenacity, they can't quickly expand the results because of the opponent's shrinking tactics, so they can only pull the enemy out of the meat pile little by little and then cruelly Ling Chi.

The retreat of the enemy and the bloodshed of the battlefield once again irritated the longhorned demons and the kwassai demons, and their eyes were bloodshot and soon went berserk. The long-horned demon howled and dashed with the help of running, and a volley leaped into the air, smashing into the zombie horde like an iron hammer. As a result, this piece of zombies was crushed to the ground by them, and the trapped lock was naturally unlocked.

For those outlierable zombies, in front of the wolf-like and brutal demons, they can't even use a few fingers of effort to become a pile of rotten meat. The loose pieces of indigo flesh were trampled into the foul purple-black blood stains by countless pairs of filthy demon feet, and there was a muffled pop.

The battle on the front lines was almost one-sided killing.

Just as the low-level demons were happily slaughtering the weak undead cannon fodder, in the dense crowd of zombies, wooden chariots that squeaked and made a dull mechanical noise were pushed up.

These wooden chariots were old and decayed, with large wheels, hideous rough mineral lines, thick and solid corners at the front, and the body was a combination of biological flesh and wood. With each step, the massive wheels soaked in purple and black blood on both sides of the chariot rattled loudly, leaving two deep indentations behind it.

The "Meat Grinder", a wooden weapon revitalized by the flesh and blood of the cemetery, is also a vicious weapon crafted by the corpse witches for the plague zombies.

The people who operate the meat grinder weapons are all zombie-type special class plague zombies. When the old meat grinder slowly approached the front line among the zombies, a group of plague zombies clustered around the meat grinder crawled up with a howl. Eventually, when two excited plague zombies clinged into a concave disc, the guy who operated the weapon smashed the machine down.

With a shrill wooden grinding sound, the meat grinder bounced up half a foot on the spot before it fell heavily, shaking a group of plague zombies lying on the body. And in the net disk that suddenly popped up, two "human cannonballs" had already crossed the sky with a series of screams, smashing into the demon group in the distance.

A large burst of yellow-green smoke suddenly erupted in the demon group, almost instantly enveloping the space within a radius of 10 meters, and all the demons shrouded in the smoke became green in the choking plague mist.

This plague mist is thick and sticky, and it does not spread towards the sky at all, but only rises more than 3 meters high and stagnates, even if it is a howling cold wind. As a result, as clouds of poisonous mist erupted one after another, patches of extremely discordant yellow-green acne appeared in the area where the dark red demon legion was located.

The plague mist that spreads from the tattered bodies of the plague zombies has been carefully blended by the corpse witches, and it is not only extremely contagious, but also has a tendency to induce zombification. If each infected creature is not treated immediately, it will be tested for zombification almost every minute, and if it can't resist it, it will immediately transform into an undead creature.

Moreover, this undead will also increase in probability as the concentration of the plague poison fog increases. So the demon vanguard was fortunate enough to be the first batch of converted.

The first demon to appear to change is, of course, a little cowardly demon whose physique, will, and magic resistance are not strong.

When the first plague mist erupted, 3 of the dozen or so little cowards who were enveloped inside were lying on the ground foaming at the mouth and convulsing, while the rest of the infected were only slightly uncomfortably dry coughing.

When the three half-undead cowards had completed their transformation and rose from the ground, their former companions continued to slaughter the weak undead with no oblivion.

"Ah......h Zhang Zhi almost bit the bloody basin that was torn at the corner of his mouth and bit the other party's neck, tearing off large pieces of flesh and broken trachea from above.

The little cowardly who was attacked barely resisted and was killed by the half-undead coward.

The half-undead, whose brains and bodies had been controlled by bloodthirsty killing, howled and pounced on their next target. In the fierce fighting, the flesh and blood on its body continued to shrink, but the muscles and bones became stronger and stronger, and even the exposed hands and claws faintly glowed with a gray evil luster.

The cowardly nature of the demon became a thing of the past at this moment, and as its undead spirit deepened, eventually all of its flesh and blood, tendons, and organs would be absorbed by the bones, enhancing its combat effectiveness in disguise.

However, these rebellious little cowards were just demon cannon fodder after all, and they were grabbed by an impatient horned demon and smashed on the ground a few times, and their bodies fell apart. But at this time, a new undead demon has appeared!

Relying on this poisonous fog of the plague of "turning enemies into friends", subtle changes immediately appeared on the front lines of the two armies, which had just fallen one-sided. The extremely weak undead cannon fodder cooperated with the demons who were plotting against the scene to show signs of counterattacking.

So when the two powerful cannon fodder, the Longhorn Demon and the Kwasai Demon, also appeared as "traitors", the tentacles of the entire demon army were completely chaotic. However, at this time, Taffin, the true commander of the demon army, was still thirty miles away, and the only one who could suppress the demon turmoil on the front line was a level 14 Horned Demon Overseer.

As the natural superior of the Horned Demon Clan, the Horned Demon Overseer's sturdy body of 5 meters tall stands out among the low-level demons, and the demon whip in his hand is condescendingly whipped, even the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Horned Demon has to turn over a string of wheels. If it is pumped on the little cowards, it can often tear their bodies apart in one fell swoop.

Under the pressure of his powerful bullets, the somewhat chaotic battle situation was quickly stabilized. The low-level demons, who were overwhelmed, began to gather again and clash with the hordes of the undead, knocking down and smashing every ugly undead they saw. The demons who surged up behind them also managed to avoid the bursting smoke and began to strangle with the undead from the side.

Although the transformed half-undead demons continue to appear and cause trouble, under the stranglehold of the elite horned demon guards led by the Horned Demon Overseers, these half-undead demons are often smashed and torn apart before they can hold out a few fingers. Having lost the advantage of the group, the undead are no match for demons in hand-to-hand combat, but the battle damage ratio has dropped from 17 to 1 at the beginning to 6 to 1 now.

This unusually eye-catching Horned Demon Overseer is also being targeted by individual figures on the Graveyard side. Although the loss of a few low-level undead is nothing, it is a must for a smart commander to eradicate the fulcrum of the demon side's army system in time.

So in the zombie horde, several obscene figures were sneaking towards the location closest to the Horned Demon Overseer under the cover of cannon fodder. In front of them was a flesh slaughterhouse composed of nearly 10,000 cowards, horned demons, kwasai demons and zombies, and it was a little difficult to pass through it silently.

As for the Horned Demon Overseer's side, they are always following thirty sturdy elite Horned Demons, and even if they touch it, they will probably end up hating.

……

The slaughter is going on right in front of you.

Splashes of blood, tossed fragments of limbs, and occasionally a little rotten flesh splattered on the body.

Mordo let out a long howl of excitement, and the elite horned demons gathered at his side also became excited under the whip of its long whip. Strong, strong muscles began to swell, and a thick black snort erupted from the fanning nasal cavity, with a heavy smell of sulfur and sparkling sparks.

As the highest-ranking demon of the former army, the Horned Demon Overseer Moldor should be in a slightly lower position at the moment, but the fierceness of the battle and the rich bloody aura still led it to the front line of the battle little by little.

Looking at the broken body with skin and flesh, looking at the miserable and wailing wounded, whether it is the enemy's or his own side's casualties, can arouse the cruelty in Mordo's heart. With the swing of his long whip, the teams of cowardly horned demons were driven into the flesh-grinder that looked like a flesh slaughterhouse in front of them, letting the wail of the soul waft through the nose along with the deliciousness of the flesh.

As an Horned Overseer, Mordor has a natural ability. Under the blow of his long demonic whip covered with barbs and sharp horns, the thick-skinned horned demon was not only not harmed, but fell into a mad and exuberant mood due to the malicious beating. At this time, they also have a kind of "self-detonation" ability.

A crazy "self-detonation" that uses one's own flesh and blood as energy and bone fragments as shrapnel!

Although he was destined to be crushed, the horned demon who fell into madness never considered this.

The power of this self-detonation is not small. The power of an ordinary horned demon's self-detonation can already catch up with a level 10 fire demon's "Meteor Boom" type spell.

What about undead zombies huddling in a group to block the way? Drinking makes a horned demon who is extremely excited rush up and pounce in the middle of their cluster, and a single self-explosion can blow their Great Wall to pieces. The demons that follow will be able to harvest their lives very easily.

Relying on this method, the undead's shrinking tactics are of no use to the great Lord Mordo! Even a few of the strange weapons that were hidden deep in the corpses were destroyed by the indiscriminate horned demons by their own explosions.

However, a secret attack on Moldor followed.

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