Biohazard Empire II

"Wang Wang, Richemont, I'm done, I'm exhausted, what do these people do?" Just when Richemont felt a little boring, a voice mixed with dog barks suddenly came from the side.

Richemont looked down and immediately found that Er Gouzi was running out of a street with hundreds of mutants and primitive slaves. These people were all rescued from those cells. Those mutants are waiting to be transported to Sichuan fortress to make genetic medicine, and the fate of the primitive slaves is mostly food. In short, everyone's ending is only death.

After being rescued by Er Gouzi at this time, in addition to the excitement and gratitude of the rest of their lives, these people were more angry with the slave hunters and soldiers in the fortress.

"Take them to the market and meet the brothers who are fighting!" Richemont pointed towards the market and said. Seeing the five to six hundred people below, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. I knew that there would definitely be many mutant slaves in this city, but I didn't expect that there would be so many. Hundreds of people who survived this disaster, as long as they exercise a little bit, they will be powerful fighters!

For the current Dawn Party, every mutant brother is an extremely valuable fighting force.

Hearing Richemont’s words, the slaves below discovered that there was another person in the air. When they looked up at the face of Richemont, they immediately let out a cheer and shouted frantically. Their shouts were full of ecstasy and relief. For mutants, Richemont is a symbol similar to the savior and **** Christ.

Richemont smiled and nodded, motioning them to pass through the group of corpses and go back. The body of these mutant warriors is still relatively weak and their combat effectiveness is not strong, so they cannot participate in the battle in a short time. It is better to cultivate for a while later.

What happened next made these slaves who had just escaped feel endless admiration and awe of Richemont, because they discovered that Richemont just waved at the group of corpses below, and the zombies who were charging wildly, just Obediently divided into two parts, leaving a wide road in between for the slaves to pass by.

Richemont can really control the zombies!

But they also understood that it was not the time to sigh, and they passed this road quickly and joined the mutant fighters behind. However, they did not leave to rest, but followed closely behind the corpse group and Richemont and moved forward together.

"Roar--"

"Kill-kill all these bastards!"

"Help! The zombie bit me... Gu..."

"Da da da……"

Under the frantic sounds, the fortress army and the slave hunters were retreating.

From time to time, people in twos and threes drove their vehicles towards the city gate, trying to leave this killing city before the final destruction. Only at this time the city gate has been controlled by the zombies, anyone who dared to approach the city gate will be torn to pieces by the zombies!

At this moment, a sound like an airplane engine suddenly came from the direction of the city lord’s mansion, and then I saw a figure full of flames rushing into the group of corpses like a meteorite. There, the zombies that were touched turned into human oil torches, burning raging flames and fell to the ground, constantly struggling!

Where the flame figure passed, it was simply a burning road!

At the same time, as the flame figure appeared at the same time, there were more than twenty slightly faint flame figures, as well as figures exuding white frost, forming a huge ice and fire intertwined net, bringing the corpse group to face. Block it!

Although there are only more than fifty people, the effect it brings is like an army. That crazy group of corpses, thousands of zombies, the offensive was slowed down, and there was even a tendency to be forced back.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Lao Tzu see who can stop me! Except the other city's personnel is fine, do not take a half step back, otherwise, I will kill him first!" A rough and crazy voice was in Chu Yicheng Zhi Sounded in the middle, it was Yang Fa who was the first to fight!

"Leading!" The more than fifty reformed soldiers behind him shouted in unison at the same time, with an aura like an army.

The appearance of Yang Fa and his subordinates immediately stabilized a group of soldiers and slave hunters who were about to collapse. After all, these people had strong firepower, so after holding their positions and starting to cooperate with the attack, they gradually blocked the attack of the zombies.

After Yang Fa slaughtered wildly, he finally found his son Yang Xing!

At this time, Yang Xing had completely become a zombie, and he also had the meaning of a small boss, and was constantly rushing in front of the group of corpses. As if feeling Yang Fa's gaze, Yang Xing actually left a slave hunter in front of him, turned and rushed towards Yang Fa.

"Xing'er!" After seeing the blood in his son's mouth and eyes, and the big hole in his chest, Yang Fa let out a desolate and angry roar. He didn't want to believe it before, but when he saw Yang Xing he immediately understood that his son was completely hopeless! Before, because he wanted to find Yang Xing a powerful enough genetic medicine, he had not been allowed to modify his body. Who would have thought that this turned him into a zombie!

"Ah----" Yang Fa yelled frantically, and rushed up to meet his son, his right fist blasted out, and it hit Yang Xing's head severely, blasting his head to pieces !

His son is dead, and what he sees is just a monster. Those who make this happen must pay the price!

After completely killing his son, Yang Fa became even more mad, and shouted to the sky: "I want you all to be buried! All are buried!"

The moment he looked up, he finally found Richemont who was smiling in midair. There is no need to think about it at all, he also instantly understood that his ultimate enemy, the culprit who caused this to happen, is the winged **** in front of him!

"I'm going to kill you!" Yang Fa let out an angry roar, two **** of flame spurted from his feet, and he leaped towards Richemont in the sky. His figure was as fast as a missile, and he came to Richemont in an instant.

"It's you!?" At the moment of face-to-face, Yang Fa immediately recognized Richemont's identity, and then he shot two groups of angry flames straight to Richemont's chest.

"Die! No matter what **** you are!"

"Boom!" With a loud noise, two flames were in the middle of Richemont's chest, and a large group of flames and thick smoke wrapped Richemont in it, as if a flower of flame suddenly bloomed in the air.

Yang Fa fell to the ground, staring at the flames in the air and roared: "Hahaha, die, die! I want to make your corpse into meat sauce!"

For a moment, everyone who was fighting was attracted by the fire ball in mid-air and looked towards the air!

Anticipation, excitement, anxiety, worry, various emotions emanating from the two camps, and those zombies are full of confusion for Richemont, the pseudo "corpse king".

The smoke dissipated, and Richemont's figure gradually emerged.

He gently adjusted his clothes that were torn and sneered, "It's not bad...but that's all..."