Under the control of Zombie Wanda, the zombie army came to the surface where the gathering place was located, and then waving their claws capable of tearing steel, they dug frantically on the ground.
Boom--!!!
After about ten minutes, the concrete floor suddenly collapsed, and the underground passageway several meters underground was finally exposed to the sun due to the frantic digging of the zombie army. Some of the zombies who were digging were unable to escape and fell directly with the rubble.
Without Zombie Wanda's command, the aura of living people coming out of those passages had already made them crazy. Dragging their broken limbs and bloody bodies, they rushed towards the entrance specially reserved for the gathering place.
The zombie army on the ground was not to be outdone. They all crowded into the collapsed pit and jumped down randomly.
"Roar!"
"Meat... so much meat!"
Everyone who had been guarding the entrance to the gathering place for a long time tensed up when they saw this scene, and then, a monstrous murderous aura suddenly burst out.
The survivors all hate these monsters that destroyed their once normal lives.
"Farke!"
"Coin Pool!"
"Kill me!"
"Brothers, join me in hacking down these disgusting things!"
"The great immortal has given me strength, I am not afraid of you now!"
"Take my arrow!"
The survivors roared in unison, waving their weapons and rushing towards the zombies.
There were also some survivors with red eyes and murderous faces, who rushed out of the entrance and opened fire among the zombies.
"Bang!"
"Ouch~!"
A wooden shield slammed hard on the head of the zombie that had just rushed towards the entrance. The ferocious force slapped its head back and almost bent it, making it wail.
"Tear... puff... boom!"
An iron sword penetrated from the edge of the wooden shield, aimed at the exposed throat of the zombie, and then struck it. The disgusting, stinky, viscous liquid suddenly shot out, and a ferocious head flew back, hitting the face of the zombie that was squeezing forward.
The zombie's distorted and excited eyes were suffocated. He subconsciously caught his head and looked at it, and his steps couldn't help but slow down.
The next moment, colorful square particles appeared on the head and the fallen headless body at the same time, scattering into the air like smoke.
As soon as a piece of dark-colored meat appeared, it suddenly disappeared into the body of Mark, who was holding a shield and a sword, and disappeared.
"Hahahaha...Block Rule, you disgusting thing, go to hell!"
Mark laughed, with a high fighting spirit. There was no worry about the incoming zombie army of unknown numbers on his face. He kicked off his feet and rushed towards the zombie who was trying to retreat after being pushed by the zombies behind him. The iron sword slashed down diagonally.
"Dong dong dong... bang!"
"Come on... monsters!"
"Let me kill you to my heart's content!"
"Hahahahaha...!"
At the other entrance, the tall and thin Jack now looks like a berserker. He does not hold up a shield and sword like Mark I, but instead directly uses a pickaxe in each hand to smash vertically and horizontally among the zombies.
He left all defense matters to the armor on his body.
His eyes were all bloodshot, the corners of his mouth were grinning upwards, revealing two rows of white and neat teeth, and the muscles on his face were squeezed together ferociously, making him look like a murderous god.
Like Mark I, he had lost all his relatives before, so he hated these damn zombies extremely.
In the past, for the safety of the gathering place, he could only occasionally hunt a few zombies while digging tunnels. Now that the zombie army is attacking, a desire for killing and revenge immediately surges up.
Next to the other entrances, the survivors also used all their methods and were ruthless in their attacks. Each one of them looked like they were possessed by the God of War.
Some use shields to knock zombies away, some use iron swords to behead them, some use arrows from behind to restrict the zombies' movements, and some just wear iron armor and rush forward with their fists.
There are also those who use iron picks to smash, those who use axes to chop randomly, those who use assimilated ammunition that can be directly replenished with the ammunition in the backpack space to shoot, those who use incendiary bottles to throw and incinerate, those who use thunder halberds to strike and puncture, those who use flame rods to release fireballs to explode, those who use blocks that are only the size of a palm when not placed directly to crush zombies...
Countless ways came out of the hands of the survivors, each one fierce and vigorous.
Most of the survivors use tools and items that can be made directly after being assimilated as long as they have the corresponding blocks. A small part of them use special items obtained from Assimilation Ring through accumulating blocks in exchange for Li Ge. There are also some weapons that have been assimilated by Block Rule or simple weapons made by the survivors themselves.
"Jack, come back quickly, the armor on your body is almost broken!"
Behind Jack, who had already killed seven in and seven out of the zombies, a loud shout from another tall, fat male survivor suddenly came, but it only reminded him that there was no worry in his voice.
"Boom... puff!"
Jack raised the pickaxe and struck hard on the head of the zombie in front of him, half of the bones exposed. The yellow and black slurry turned into square particles and dispersed as soon as it shot out.
He ignored the fallen carrion and buried it in his backpack. He raised his hand and threw the other pickaxe violently, directly hitting the zombie behind him who stabbed his eyes with its withered claws, so that his chest was dented and he flew backwards.
At this time, he had time to look down at the armor on his chest, and saw that it was covered with dense mosaic cracks.
"Hahahaha... don't worry man!"
"The armor I prepared is enough for me to use until I die!"
Jack didn't even sweat after wiping it, his face was still clean, he laughed boldly, and he didn't forget to respond to the survivor who reminded him.
The survivor also ran rampant among the zombies. With his tall, fat body and a suit of iron armor, he held two huge iron axes that matched his size. He was like a battlefield tank. Wherever he rushed, the zombies fell to pieces.
"Well done Jack, let's have a great time killing, hahahaha... Zombies, let's have a taste of your uncle James's axe!"
At this time, a zombie dodged the flying zombies and approached Jack again. It cunningly aimed at Jack's chest and smashed it. At the same time, it flexibly avoided Jack's iron pickaxe, trying to break his defense.
After several misses, Jack simply stopped hiding and let the zombies scratch wildly to consume the last bit of durability of the armor. He stretched his arms to both sides, like an eagle spreading its wings.
The muscles on his arms were twisted, and the veins suddenly popped out. The newly replenished pickaxes were violently twisted from both sides to the middle, like the fangs of a poisonous snake biting the prey, without caring that he was being attacked.
"Ping!"
This is the sound of iron armor turning into square particles and dissipating.
"Pfft... ouch... tear!"
This was the zombie's last cry when its chest and throat were chopped into pieces by Jack's double pickaxe.
"Boom!"
This is the sound of a corpse falling to the ground.
This is the sound made when the corpses of zombies turn into square particles and dissipate.
"Kill!"
"Shit, Mary is back to life!"
"Drink... eat your grandpa's fist!"
"Mark, how about we compare who can kill more zombies?"
"Hell, Jack, I won't compete with this guy like you!"
"Whoop--!"
"Bang bang bang... damn thing, if I make you roar, I will smash your head in!"