Whoosh! A massive torrent of flames swept out, as if someone were wielding a flamethrower.
The three Zombies ahead were quickly burned to ashes. Though the flames were not much hotter than ordinary fire, they burned with ferocious intensity.
A Brawny Man carrying a huge axe swiftly finished off the Zombies before him and pushed forward.
Tier 3 Soldier, Firebird! This brawny man was one of the rare tough guys who did not use firearms, instead charging in with a melee weapon. The axe in his hand was double-edged and had a pointed tip, its style utterly savage.
It was now covered in blood. He had hacked his way here all the way, but before he had gone far, he suddenly saw a young man kick a Zombie squarely with one leg. A wall by the street collapsed at once, sending dust billowing and rubble flying.
A Zombie in a camouflage uniform broke apart in midair, its Uzi Submachine Gun still connected to half a shoulder.
The Brawny Man raised his brows.
He had encountered one of these Zombies in Camouflage Uniforms before. Not only were they strong and fast, they could fucking shoot. If their movements had not been slightly stiff, he really might have been injured. He had needed to use some tricks before he could split that Zombie apart with his axe.
"Where did this beast come from?"
the Brawny Man thought.
At that moment, the young man turned around and met his gaze. The young man's expression was stern, his eyes icy, and he held a shotgun in his hand.
The Brawny Man's teeth ached a little. "Someone actually bought that gun? Which rich young master's family is he from?"
This AA12 modified by Great Winter World was expensive, but its power was equally astonishing. In