A two-hour drive was a long way for Cesara, especially in the forest. If he is allowed to let go, he will have at least half a day to return to Whitehall. But for birds, this is not a problem, especially zombie birds that are infected by the virus, are not afraid of hard work, and will not stop flying until they die.

While Cesar was guiding the zombie legion in the direction of the mecha troops, dozens of zombie birds also flew towards Whitehall City.

The undead are a common commodity in the mainland. Since the proliferation of zombie laborers who don't want money, the undead have washed away the labels of evil, gloomy, horror, and death, and have successfully transformed into the ultimate model worker who loves labor, doesn't want money, works hard, and dies. Coupled with the plastic surgery services launched by large and small undead repair centers, the rotting zombies have also become beautiful, and people's fear has gradually faded and they have begun to accept these dead creatures.

So far, the death biovigilance systems set up in top cities, and even second- and third-tier cities, have basically lost their effect and have been closed for a long time. Who would dare to turn on the system? The whole world will go on red alert. Therefore, more than a dozen zombie birds flew into Whitehall City without being intercepted in the slightest.

Unlike most of the cheap uncontrollable undead made by Cesar, this group of birds is equally uncontrollable, but their souls contain soul maggots that he has worked so hard to transplant. The sanity of low-level zombies is zero, and their behavior is all instinctive, and after being cast by Xisar's 'soul parasitism', they finally have a soul-like substitute, and Cesar has written a simple virtual soul program in the maggot's body, which can influence and even control the behavior of zombie birds.

After flying out of a range of about ten kilometers. The Maggot severed its ties with the Empress and was freed. Without Cesar's command, the stupid birds can do whatever they want, such as eating bugs, hugging the right ones, and committing suicide...... But under the influence of the maggots, they still fly straight to Whitehall, landing in densely populated areas such as slums, schools, and city centers, and then attacking.

These zombie birds are a generation of virus infections, preying on a lot of bugs and even small animals along the way, and their bodies soar rapidly, while creating a bunch of small zombies. When they fly to Whitehall. already has the strength to attack ordinary people. After that. The zombie bird was finally shot dead after pecking at dozens of ordinary pedestrians. One of the best students flew into a primary school and benefited a large number of primary school students. was killed by the security guards who heard the news.

The seeds have been planted. The souls of these silly birds are laid to rest. In the evening of the same day. The wounded ordinary citizens have returned to their homes, the seeds sown by the West have begun to sprout and bear fruit, and all kinds of tragedies of human bites are playing out in different parts of the city. For example, several bear children in a community. all performed the repertoire of flying pit dad, no, flying and biting dad at the dinner table.

After nightfall, various attacks were frequent, and the number of zombies increased at a geometric rate, and this situation was finally taken seriously by the authorities and countermeasures were taken. Unfortunately, there has never been a Resident Evil in the world of Ceylon, and Uncle Police is inexperienced, so instead of dropping a nuclear bomb, he took the means to deal with the thugs, and then the casualties were even worse, and he was in a hurry, and he was defeated one after another......

It wasn't until the Royal Pineapple Legion was collectively dispatched, the Church of Damnation sent several angels, and the Demon Hunting Association dispatched a large number of capable people that the growth rate of zombies was effectively curbed. In the end, with his extraordinary strength, he destroyed all the zombies, and restored Whitehall to the frenzied atmosphere of the qualifiers. This is a group of model citizens with big nerves, no heart and no lungs!

According to the almanac, this is a very successful large-scale biochemical terrorist attack, and the demonized B virus as a large-scale biological and chemical weapon has appeared for the first time and has been widely concerned by major forces. Since then, the series of controllable artificial monsters has also made breakthroughs.

After the development of Western Sahara's classmates, this old case was turned over again. As a result, Cesara also won the titles of the Great Demon King of the Natural Disaster and the Plague Fly King. After this incident, for a long time after Xisara was imprisoned, the corpses of the demonized virus and demonized zombies were regarded as important research materials, and were rushed to buy by major biological companies and weapon manufacturers.

After that, the defects of ordinary zombies, such as low infectivity and slow evolution, were exposed. And major pharmaceutical companies have also developed targeted drugs such as antiviral vaccines and stalemate, which slapped Cesar's little white face.

For example, those ordinary humans who have been injected with antiviral vaccines, as long as they are not bitten by zombies above the seventh generation, can be immune to the infection of the demonized virus. If you change to an ability, after being vaccinated, you can be immune to zombie bites after three generations.

As for the 'stalemate', it is a lingering nightmare in Cesar's heart. Any zombie infected by the virus, as long as it has not entered the mid-level licker state, can take the stalemate through guò, reverse the infection state, restore fù and maintain the consciousness of a normal human. Of course, there will still be recurrence after stopping the drug...... Ring of Zero: Ridiculous, we're going to make a medicine with no side effects? Shell out, fools!

Later, major companies also developed transformation projects for the aristocratic class: first inject the demonic virus, then take the stalemate, and then cleanse the body of the residual virus, without the slightest sweat, you can get a super body. This is, 'Mass-produced Gold VIP Aristocratic Painless Super Soldier Program'.

In the days to come, the low-cost and effective demonized virus has become a popular colonial weapon against various backward races after the second transformation: I heard that there is a gold mine under your land? I have taken a fancy to it, so be my slave! I want to resist? Enough is enough! Throw a virus missile, and turn into a zombie!

The above qiē has nothing to do with Western Sahara. The demonization virus he worked so hard to develop was shamelessly plagiarized and plagiarized by major forces without charging any patent fees. And he himself was imprisoned for this reason, and enjoyed an unbearable life behind bars......

......

At the same time that the biochemical stupid birds flew straight to Whitehall City, Cesar also led, cough cough, it should be a bait to guide the zombie army towards the location of the mecha detachment.

At this moment, the dozen or so zombie princes of the generation who had been specially transformed by him had completed their second evolution and turned into monsters that were even more hideous and terrifying than lickers, and there was no trace of orc warriors anymore. And that's not all. Under the transformation of Cesar, they have mastered the most basic death qi, surpassed ordinary biochemical weapons, possessed extraordinary powers, and obtained the dual identity of monsters and undead. In the future, whether I go to hell or go to the underworld, my mother doesn't have to worry about my nationality, yes~!

Cesar, who was riding on the zombie horse, secretly turned around, clearly feeling the tyrannical aura on the dozen or so generation elite zombies, as well as the greed and covetousness they exuded.

Slam a shiver. Cesar had the feeling of being cocooned. He made this herd of evil animals with his own hands. Then he used himself as bait, and now he can't get up or down, so he can only struggle to flee and die to achieve this realm. It's also rare!

A zombie that has undergone a second evolution. No longer as ignorant as ever. Rather, they gain a weak sense of self and, under the domination of instinct, become cunning. Equivalent to a beast with wisdom. And their strength has also rapidly climbed to the level of the able, and no matter how much ordinary blood food they devour, their strength is difficult to grow, and they can only hover on the edge of the affected level, after all, their own foundation is too poor and congenitally insufficient, unless they eat the corpse of the able, or get a higher level of virus stock solution from Xisa.

And now Cesar is dying, emitting a tempting smell, and it is clear that the zombies are telling the zombies, 'Ma Ma is a ginseng fruit!Come and eat your mother!!'

In the process of this chase, more than a dozen leaders who have obtained the will of the beast have carved up the zombie brothers behind them and turned into more than a dozen different forces. Now that the leaders are of the same level and the number of younger brothers is almost the same, how can they divide the battle after killing Cesara? Fight each other to determine the winner and loser, and at that time, the strength will be greatly reduced, how can they eat Cesara?

As a result, the two sides were at a stalemate, giving Cesara a chance to breathe.

Looking at the corpses behind him, Cesar really had a feeling of 'a mother who was both relieved and disappointed when she saw her child independent'. If he had been an hour earlier, he would have been able to kill this group of evil animals and resolve a crisis. But now, these guys are enough to threaten themselves, and a small biochemical frenzy is inevitable. It's a perfect weapon, but it's a pity that it's disobedient!

While Cesara was thinking about it, the intermittent connection of milk finally became clear.

It's close! Mecha detachment is nearby!

The message from the milk is very brief, a mecha squad, a total of twelve, each of which is not weaker than the most sufferer. In addition, there are 200 soldiers who are fully equipped, and there are sufficient high-quality combat uniforms, assault rifles, various bombs, and medical supplies. The group of guys was encircling the milk in a semicircle, and the mummy was badly injured and lost an arm, and it didn't last long.

Now, it's time for the master to show his might!

After giving the order to the milk, Cesar sped up and led the zombie army behind him to rush forward.

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"Captain!" the target suddenly accelerated, and changed its trajectory. A crab mecha reported to the largest 'scorpion' next to it.

"It doesn't matter, it should be a dying struggle, a dying counterattack. Keep up the speed, all on alert, keep up!

"Understood!"

The massive metal mech, while looking clumsy and bloated, is surprisingly agile and fast to run, but it's not light. Each time the group of big men landed, they made a violent noise, and the special device pushed the legs, bursting with huge kinetic energy, and the mech ejected at a rapid pace, leaving a deep pit in its place.

After a while, the milk was faintly faintly rushing, and there was a vague vibration in the distance.

"Earthquake?" said the miscellaneous soldiers behind the twelve mechs pricked up their ears in confusion.

......

"Master!" Milk cried out excitedly at Cesar in the distance. It's really not easy, being chased and killed by a whole dozen mechas! If he wasn't a mummy, he wasn't afraid of knives and guns, there was no so-called vital point, and he could keep running no matter how many shots he was in his knee, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

"Turn left!"

Cesar jerked his horse back, then leaped to his feet, entered a demonic state, and then closed his pores, stopping the strange smell. At the same moment, the zombie horse under him exploded and exploded into a cloud of blood mist. A large swarm of demon flies hidden in the internal organs buzzed out, with a strong smell of viruses, and flew towards the mecha detachment in front.

Cesar was not idle when he was riding, but once again gave birth to the magic fly. How many times did he do this today? In order to cover for his sister, he gave birth to three large numbers of explosion types. In order to infect the orc village, he gave birth to another batch of viral types, and in order to expand the number of zombies, another batch of viral types.

The advantages of spawning magic flies are obvious, fast and massive, but equally significant, with no potential, little power, and extremely energy-intensive. In order to maintain the number of flies, Cesar drank all the blood nectar and soul syrup in his stockpile. Blood honey can speed up the reproduction and growth of demon flies, and syrup is used to repair soul damage. Catalyst the magic fly for a long time, almost draining him into a fool.

Now this swarm of devilflies. It was the last batch of magic flies he spawned. It has been parasitic on the body of the zombie horse, devouring the flesh and blood of the zombie, without any ability, and will not explode. Nor can it spread the virus. But it's surprisingly fat. Each one has a big belly and poop, and it will explode when you pinch it. Their only function is to carry a large number of 'pseudo-virus stocks'. It smells like a genuine virus, but it doesn't work.

The zombie horse suddenly exploded into a blood mist, and then a batch of strong-smelling demon flies appeared. The zombie leader's brain cells are obviously not enough: Sample, I won't recognize you if you become a fly?

So, the demon fly was recognized by the zombies as Cesar and continued to follow. And the genuine Cesar turned into a snake demon, turned into a silver light, and fled quickly in the forest. Milk gritted her teeth and followed.

On the other side, the mecha detachment finally saw the scene ahead, and a group of monsters led a large number of jungle creatures to rush towards them. Could it be that the goblin's accomplice is a druid?

"Aim, shoot!"

The mechanical arm switches cannons, and the twelve mechs turn into twelve pillboxes, raining cannonballs wildly. The miscellaneous soldiers in the rear also hid their bodies one after another, raising their guns and shooting. For a while, gunshots rang out, blood and flesh were splashed, and it was not lively.

When the mecha legion unilaterally abused the zombies, the little demon flies also crossed the barrage and launched a suicide attack on the mecha under the command of Camilla.

'Papapa......' Demon flies crashed to death on the surface of the mecha, without causing any damage, but the thick and thick juice inside it wiped the mecha all over.

Strange smells fill the air, and while not unpleasant, it's not a pleasant smell either. The trash fish in the back is very bad, the taste is too big and strong, and some dizziness!

That's when a surprising scene happened. The animals were violently attacked, but they did not die! and pounced even more frantically! And the corpses in the distance, which had been broken into pieces, also dragged their entrails and crawled here with difficulty. As far as the eye can see, it's a terrible hellish scene! What the hell is going on? Could it be that they crawled out of the underworld?

The squad that had never experienced Resident Evil was frightened, and even the fighters who piloted the mechs were a little unable to react. The next moment, the zombie torrent collided with the team, and the miscellaneous soldiers turned into meat puree in an instant and were eaten up. As for the twelve metal mechas, they became the main targets of attack, and they were consumed with the zombies.

At this moment, Cesar wrapped a thick branch around the tail of a snake and hung crookedly from a tree, watching the battle below.

The number of zombies is huge, but except for the few leaders who have been transformed by him, they are all weak scum and cannot break through the defenses of the mechas. But the mechs are not easy, they are not afraid of the attack of zombies, but they are crowded in one place by thousands of them, and they can't move at all.

These monsters are not afraid of guns, and whether they have severed limbs or have their stomachs punched out, it does not affect their enthusiasm. Soon, the mecha was overthrown by zombies. After losing its balance, the mecha can only kill the zombies in vain, and at the same time send a signal to request rescue, and then there is no more, just wait......

At this point, Cesar finally made a move. Seeing that the mecha below gave up struggling and enjoyed the massage brought by the zombies with peace of mind, he also gave up the idea of escaping and prepared to take revenge with his own hands. Sealing his pores, he disguised himself as an ordinary zombie and quietly squeezed to the side of a royal pineapple without attracting any attention.

The mecha pilot seemed to notice him, but after discovering that it was a snake demon, he also faded his mind to kill. There are too many monsters of all kinds.,I'm tired of killing myself.,Anyway, the monster can't break through the defense.,Just calm down and eat some food.。

Cesar, in the group of corpses, squeezed to the mecha's side, and was punched twice by an orc aunt on the side, as if he disliked him for not following the rules and cutting in line. Baa, sir, I'll put up with it!

Raising his arm, Cesar stealthily carried the Evil Snake Fist, and his palm was surrounded by a faint green light, turning into a sharp long knife, which lightly tore through the armor of the mecha. Then, a large amount of virus spread out of the palm of the hand, filling the mecha inside!

"Call, call, emergency, emergency...... Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem......"

In just a few tens of seconds, the driver inside was poisoned by Cesar. The mecha next to it fired a few shells to try to rescue it, but unfortunately the effect was not good. There is a constant stream of zombies around, and the water that squeezes this place is impassable, and the mecha will be pushed down no matter how it moves, making it inconvenient to aim. In addition, several mutated zombie rats also burrowed into the barrel of the cannon, gnawing on metal parts, and several shoulder cannons failed. Cesar, on the other hand, hid behind the mech, successfully avoiding the shells.

When the pilot died, the mecha also stopped running, and the blue light attached to the surface of the mecha gradually faded.

Cesar's eyes rolled, and he summoned Cat Poop No. 1 and got a material label to attach to the mecha. Who knew it would be successful!Opened the portal underneath the mech, and with a 'boom', the metal crab fell into the material warehouse. The zombies that stuck to the surface of the mecha and licked the slime were blocked.

Suddenly losing a mech, both the corpses and other mechs began to commotion. Cesar, on the other hand, lowered his head and drilled into the corpses, then waved his sleeves and slipped away, taking only one pineapple with him. (To be continued......)

PS: I slept lazily in the morning, and then I didn't even eat lunch, and I have been writing until now! It's too troublesome to disassemble, so I'll send it together, which is the amount of two chapters!

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