It turns out you shouldn't easily believe the plots in sci-fi movies. Otherwise, in a crisis, the first one to et with an accident might very well be you!
At this mont, Lemuen was fortunately encountering just such a situation. After she fired bullets into the enemy's vital points, she discovered the zombie opposite her did not fall to the ground as imagined.
Da-da-da-da-da!
Refusing to believe this anomaly, Lemuen fired several more shots at him, only to find the opponent still walking toward her, as if the gunshots just now had no effect whatsoever.
"This... how do we actually fight this? Is he truly immortal?" Lemuen felt quite a headache. Why was her attack having so little effect? This didn't fit common sense at all!
According to the typical storyline, shouldn't it be that the Sankta ruthlessly spews bullets from her firearm, and the zombies fall to the ground one by one like cutting lons and vegetables, losing all mobility? Why did it seem like the director had suddenly changed the script for her? Could it be that this isn't the set of Resident Terra at all, but rather The Living Dead's Story of Terra Domination?
"No... they aren't immortal! Let test sothing."
When the zombie stood up again, Jeanne vaguely sensed signs of Originium Arts activating within the opponent's body. However, this sign was extrely weak; she needed to verify it personally.
Holding the black flag, Jeanne charged toward the several Infected zombies approaching them at a speed the others couldn't react to. At the mont of proximity, she swung the flagpole with all her might.
At this mont, the four zombies in front of Jeanne were like baseballs, directly sent flying a long distance by one swing of Jeanne's flagpole. Finally, they slamd onto the ground like several pieces of tattered cloth. Two of the zombies were even cut in half at the waist because they collided with the sharp blade at the flag's tip.
Jeanne indeed used a considerable amount of strength for this attack. If a normal person received such a blow, their life would likely be gone. As for the other two, their spines had long since turned to dust under such violent assault—crushed finer than walnuts pressed by a steamroller.
This ti, though it was certain these few fellows were still alive, they struggled on the ground for a long ti, only able to barely crawl along the floor.
This ti, the fluctuation when the opponent's Originium Arts activated was even more apparent. And under the continuous release of Originium Arts, the Originium crystals on their bodies actually began to recede.
One of the zombies cut in half at the waist, having had most of the crystals on its body smashed by Jeanne, exhausted the Originium within its body during the regeneration process and lay motionless on the ground.
But the other was quite the opposite. He fortunately ca into contact with the lower bodies of two people. The problem was, he ca into contact with the feet! The result was that the two feet and the severed flesh gradually grew together. Consequently, they saw a "grotesque aberration."
"It's confird now. They will release Originium Arts whenever they are injured, and the condition for death is for the stored Originium within their bodies to be completely consud."
Jeanne looked around. More and more Infected corpses were being awakened by the electrical current and the Originium solution. They joined this march of the dead, heading toward the light source.
At this point, Jeanne also recalled where she had seen such a scene before. These living dead with massive Originium on their bodies should belong to the Originium Arts of a future Reunion cadre. Jeanne still rembered that cadre's na should be phisto, right? Although the specific steps between the two were sowhat different, this scene indeed bore so resemblance.
The Originium Art he used back then... should have been called "The Herd," right? Relying on his ability to catalyze the Originium crystals within an Infected, they eventually lose their reason and beco like the living dead.
The problem was, looking at the ti period she was currently in, that child should still be living a hard life in so unknown small town, right? Whether he had even entered the snowfields now was a mystery. But what was the situation now? Before the person possessing the Originium Art appeared, technology similar to his ability had already erged?
Or perhaps... his future Originium Art was deduced based on this experint? Did the Black Snake get the data from the nobles at that ti and then instruct phisto on how to use it?
This was indeed possible, but now was not the ti to dwell on this issue. The tanks near them had all been shattered, and the zombies inside had already begun their march toward this place.
Along with a large number of tanks shattering, the Originium particle concentration in this vicinity had already reached an extrely terrifying level. Fortunately, Ch'en and the others wore masks and were splashed with the Holy Water Jeanne had given them. For a short ti, they didn't need to worry about Oripathy infection or worsening.
"God* Lungn profanity* dammit, which son of a profanity created this profanity? If I find out, I'll never let him off easy!"
Ch'en swung her sword forcefully. An extrely sharp sword qi cut a zombie in half at the waist. Looking at these purely disgusting test subjects, Ch'en, who had endured for a long ti for the sake of Lungn's face, also burst into curses.
However, for now, her sword qi was indeed the best weapon against these fellows. Because this tempered sword qi consud quite a bit of energy from these walking dead. Perhaps because these walking dead had massive Originium on them, all Originium products hitting them had less killing power than imagined, perhaps only half of normal.
You didn't see Lemuen beside her with the revolving gun almost shooting blue fire, but the effect on the enemy really didn't fit the na of a revolving gun. Gin, on the side, even wondered if it was a defective product.
But the Originium arrows he was best at fared no better in this situation. Once upon a ti, relying only on his crossbow and Originium Arts, he could blow up all targets along with their cars! But now, one of his crossbow bolts at most blew up four or five walking dead. Then he saw several mangled fellows just rging together.
Now they felt as if they had burst into so evil god's palace. Looking at the monsters created because of their attacks, they felt their sanity rapidly decreasing.
"Lemuen, stop shooting for a mont. I'll see if I can give them a heavy blow later. Then I still need to explain the situation to the superiors."
Ch'en looked at the walking dead swarming here. Intuition told her so walking dead must have run outside along other passages. She needed to inform the officers outside about these monsters.
Therefore, next, she would display her current full-strength strike. And after unleashing this move, she would need to rest for a period of ti.
Ch'en stuck her standard-issue weapon into the ground, gripping the scabbard containing Chi Xiao with both hands. At this mont, Ch'en was looking at the walking dead in front of her, but her heart felt a calmness she had never experienced before.
In the next second, countless black iron thorns suddenly erged from the ground. These black thorns, like frantically growing bamboo shoots, forced a large number of walking dead to the front of Ch'en to maximize her attack effect.
You could see Jeanne, on the side, constantly summoning sturdy iron thorns to cut the battlefield. Sotis walking dead would be impaled by iron thorns, struggling helplessly on them.
And those walking dead injured by the iron thorns didn't have it easy either. The Originium inside their bodies was frantically working to heal their bodies, but those injured by the iron thorns regenerated with extre difficulty.
The wounds on their bodies were entwined with the curse power constituting these iron thorns. Also because of it, these wounds beca extrely difficult to heal, only able to vainly consu the Originium reserves within their bodies.
As for Jeanne, although she consud a large amount of mana to create iron thorns at this mont, the mana within her body did not decline much. At this mont, she was still full of vitality.
This perhaps had to do with the surrounding environnt. The large number of Originium particles floating in the air were inhaled into her body by Jeanne, who had no protective asures. This ant that now Jeanne was replenishing mana even while breathing.
Although thinking carefully about the source of these Originium was truly a bit nauseating, Jeanne, as soone who had undergone the baptism of war, wouldn't care so much at such a ti.
And Ch'en, on the other side, finally recovered from that wonderful feeling. At this mont, she felt the resistance of Chi Xiao in her hand was not as intense as usual, so she drew this dragon-slaying sword.
"Chi Xiao—Draw!"
With Ch'en's roar of exerting all her might, scarlet sword qi manifested at this mont. Like a giant wave, it surged toward the walking dead in front of her who were like grains of sand; the opponents were cut apart like tofu.
"Huff... Huff... This strike consud too much strength. Give five minutes. Five minutes, and my physical strength will be able to recover."
Ch'en was panting as she looked ahead. Most of the walking dead were cut down, along with Jeanne's iron thorns. It's just that Jeanne's severed iron thorns transford into points of light and dissipated into the air at this mont.
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