Biochemical scripts are also a common type of scripts in the evil spirit space. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info This is a relatively common low-level script, usually a normal-level script, and a larger scale can appear as a nightmare-level script.

But further up it doesn't mean much to the upper world, second-line raiders are extremely resistant to all kinds of viruses, and it is difficult for this type of script to give birth to a powerful threat.

The biochemical scripts that Fu Dong has experienced are also generally derived from the lower world, and that is when he and Lian Xiao were still struggling in the lower space, they encountered this type of script.

The biochemical script is basically derived from the movie, and the feature is that a large number of zombies besiege the city, and the survivors are trapped in a confined space like an island. And this way of survival and struggle in a desperate situation is naturally an excellent narrative origin, which is favored by playwrights.

Countless zombies fell from the sky from the buildings and apartment areas on both sides, and they rushed forward one after another, just like most movies depicted, but these half-rotten walking dead were really weak for him now.

He is a solid and powerful raider, even if he looks like a small boy, but he has a huge amount of energy in his body, and he has already opened the black box in his brain, and through continuous improvement, his combat power has become more and more powerful.

"Golden Copy!!"

Pale silver, almost translucent flames erupted from his palm, quickly devouring the zombies of the dead week, and the intense heat caused these corpses to quickly turn to charcoal.

This is a skill that he is becoming more and more proficient in, called "Golden Copying", which is a skill that can imitate the skills of other people.

And what Fu Dong is imitating at the moment is Lian Xiao's "Invisible Flame", but the Invisible Flame is an ability that can only be mastered by second-tier raiders, and in Fu Dong's current state, it cannot meet this standard.

However, he could indeed unleash a power very similar to Lian Xiao's flames, and the pale silver transparent fire released heat that distorted the atmosphere, clearing a circle of enemies in the blink of an eye.

"I'm so tired!!"

Using the "Golden Copying Technique" is a great burden on his body, and with Fu Dong's current strength, it is difficult to even play the black box in his head a few more times.

Indeed, Fu Dong still has a large number of props, strange objects, and various equipment that Lian Xiao gave him, but he doesn't dare to use them easily, because these props and strange things are one less than one, and now he is facing the most terrible "Feast of Vapus", and these precious props have to be used later.

He calculated by himself, there were more than thirty different props left on his body, among which seven were extremely precious, such as the immortal bone, which was comparable to a gold-level evil spirit fire, worth 10,000 survival points, almost astronomical value, this kind of incomparably precious prop, even Lian Xiao didn't want to waste it, so he simply gave it to his son.

In addition, he has at least seven stand-in dolls, a "blood fruit" that can transfer damage to others when he is severely injured, and a parasitic prop called Phantom Shadow, which can create a real phantom of himself.

Coupled with the different kinds of props collected from various scripts, he has a little bit of confidence.

"Be the first to send a signal to the others that I have made a discovery."

Fu Dong condensed his consciousness on his fingertips, silver flames jumped on his fingers, he stretched out a hand, and a flash of fire rose into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed into the sky, about to turn into a grand silver firework.

Suddenly, a volley of flying light and shadow collided with the silver spark, causing it to collapse, and Fu Dong's signal was secretly interrupted before it could be sent.

"What's that?!"

He was taken aback, the light and shadow appeared to be a flying prop that was spinning around in the air as if it were a throwing weapon like a boomerang.

It seems to be a shield, and I vaguely feel that the formula is very familiar, but I can't remember it for a while.

His consciousness was stuck here, and his body was knocked out by a huge force, it was an impact ten times faster than the speed of sound, and an even more terrible bloody mouth was trying to bite his neck.

"Click!"

The assailant took a bite, and the parasitic prop of the Phantom Shadow came into play, allowing him to grasp an illusory shadow.

"Damn, I don't want any meat!"

The zombie who opened his mouth and roared spat out human words, his entire distorted face and jaw cracked, and the silver and gray tight-fitting uniform was stained with blood, releasing a terrifying murderous aura all over his body.

"You, it shouldn't be 'Quicksilver'!!"

Seeing the tights and uniforms on this "zombie", as well as his silver hair, Fu Dong's eyes widened.

The zombie-turned weirdo didn't answer him, just shook his nose and whispered: "The smell of 'meat' is more than expected, and there are a lot of fresh meat ...... this time."

"You guy, you can't really be 'Quicksilver' Pietro!!"

Fu Dong felt a wave of fear in his heart, he finally understood what kind of world they had crashed into, and this news had to be communicated to the others, otherwise they would be in a huge crisis.

"Hahaha, children's meat is the most tender, but it's still not as delicious as babies, but it's not bad!!"

Quicksilver's eyes, which had turned into a zombie, glowed bloody red, and in his eyes, Fu Dong was a fresh and high-quality steak, and his hungry stomach, even if he ate all the population of Chicago, did not ease in the slightest, and he was still hungry.

His eyes lit up, rancid saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, he crouched on his side, ready to start, and at his speed, if he was given one more chance, he would be able to tear Fu Dong apart and swallow all his flesh and internal organs into his stomach.

"Whew!" A shield was thrown from a distance, and Quicksilver Mingrui noticed it, but his senses were distorted by the zombieization, and the shield flew in the air and hit the side of the corner, refracting like a ricochet, hitting the back of his head.

"Damn it, Captain, why are you holding me back!"

Boom! A figure appeared on the rooftop, his body turned, he rose and fell from a high altitude, jumped straight down, and then hit the ground in a superhero's unique landing method, holding the ground with one hand.

"Because I'm hungry too, Quickshadow."

Half of his head remained, and even his brain was spitting out a rancid breath.

"I solemnly warn you, Quicksilver, don't want to eat alone again."

MD, I finally know what a damn world this is!

This is the Earth in the Zombie Marvel series, a collective zombie Earth of superheroes and mutants, in which superheroes become the strongest villains above all zombies and villains. (To be continued.) )