The awakened dead marches in underground tunnels.
These staggering corpses move forward with firm determination, unhindered by pain and other worldly problems, as ruthless and unstoppable as a tide drowning underground.
The underground tunnels located at the headquarters of the Poisonous Conspiracy Group are so vast that no map can draw its complexity, some are so wide, and some are full of unbearable claustrophobia.
The special fishy smell implies that life exists in this winding tunnel, and the tunnels close to the surface are filled with dirty and dirty mutant creatures, bringing moisture on the surface to the tunnel.
Even sewage was washed into the tunnel from the fortress of the conspiracy group. These filthy figures that were even deeper than their knees, and wandered in the dark made a vague noise, avoiding the arrival of the tentacles of the decayed god.
Many things that were "drawn" by the conspiracy group would be thrown underground to let them die, but many alien lives transformed by blood actors have extremely tenacious vitality. They survived and even thrived at the feet of the conspiracy group.
Misty spread out from the walls, coiling around the dragging steps of the dead and the cursed, and the wet mist squirmed around them.
Typhons drove away everything blocking the road with ruthless steps, the huge sickle was tightly held in his hand, and dozens of withered overlords followed him silently, only Murphy Dust walked beside him, holding an ornament in his hand.
This is a strange ornament without any modification, an oval pendant carved from obsidian. There is an eye in the center of the amulet, which is grasped by sharp claws made of vines, and strange pictograms like deer heads are embedded around it.
It was with this jewelry that they chased Isa's daughter to the underground and avoided many detours. They were originally going to break into Males' bedroom, but the target suddenly fell at an extremely fast speed. Typhons immediately judged that the other party must have entered a secret passage underground.
Therefore, all members were ordered to find the entrance to the underground, but unexpectedly, they found one under a high tower.
The rumbling sound from the depths of the ground accompanied the believers of the father of the plague. Poisonous smoke filled the dirty air of the tunnel. Occasionally steam ejected from the cracks in the tunnel, bringing the foul smell of sulfur and the evil defilement of excrement.
The substance condensed from yellow oil is embedded on the walls of the tunnel and emits an oil lamp-like smell. Occasionally, traces of organisms will be found on the serrated teeth of a series of rocks.
The deeper the pursuit team of Typhons went, the more frequent signs of biological activity were.
Not long after, some chirping screams rushed out of the darkness, and then a group of skinless deformed monsters rushed out from all directions, waving their claws and bone spurs, screaming language that no one could understand.
It was a rapid and sharp tremolo, with a low howl mixed in it.
"This place reminds me of a stronghold of a Slaanes believer who was once captured, and there are many of these depraved things in it, and they are not at all tolerant."
Murphy Dust looked at the twisted lives and made a mockery sound.
Groups of monsters flocked toward them, fiercely biting the rotten body of the zombies walking in the front to consume the trap, making excitement roars.
Silence was shrouded in the continuous progress of the dead. Most of them were the dark spirits who died not long ago. They were wearing armor from their lifetimes, but their limbs were broken.
Realizing that these corpses would not stop due to pain, the creatures began to work hard to defend their territory, and lashed at the rock walls wildly, causing deafening noises.
Then, the noise became more and more deafening, intending to instill fear into the enemy without fear.
The deceased stumbled forward in the narrow tunnel, with a few pieces of flesh hanging on the bones, like a ragged armor wrapped around his body.
The short tunnel is very wide, with hundreds of plague zombies colliding with the monsters swarming out, and the suffocating air was filled with an unknown stench. Taifons raised his head - the ceiling of the tunnel, the cracks on the ground, and these pests were everywhere.
These monsters even know how to use simple weapons, with the sound of fighting accompanied by the collision of corpses and rusty blades.
A distorted body with five hands swept the jagged bone blade to the staggering zombies, but the bone blade was stuck in the zombie's rotten flesh.
Its pale eyesless face howled, ripping his bone blade from the dead enemy and smashing it again and again at the deceased cheek.
The bone blade cut off the dead man's nose and cheek, but an incredible smile appeared under the wound. The deceased threw the other person to the ground. The monster's howl quickly turned into a scream full of horror. The zombie's broken knuckles were pressed into the other person's mouth and pulled the tongue until the head was torn apart to enjoy the brain under the head.
Suddenly, a green belt of light drew an arc from the smoke, tearing the dead on the front line, causing the staggering dead to slut out the annoying dance of death, and the broken flesh peeled off the bones, and became more flexible and powerful.
Then the destruction flies swarmed from behind the smoke and bit those, drilling into the ears and eyes of the aberrant creatures.
Taifons approached the front line in an orderly manner, muttering mysterious spells, and the dead made concessions for him.
When the fly of destruction was released, a stench of death emanated from his body, and the stenched air turned into a smoke that condensed into shape in his palms.
The creatures that climbed the wall above their heads fell down weakly. As a group of monsters rushed towards him, Typhons raised his palm and placed it on his lips, blowing a thick stream of smoke at the enemy.
The next second, the rotten stench attached to the living, feeding on their flesh and blood, dissolved the skin that was exposed to the smoke.
As the rotten flesh peeled off the creatures, the stench in the air became even more disgusting, and even the twisted beast had to lean under his feet.
It was an extremely horrifying way of death, but the smoke dissipated as it swallowed less than one-third of the monsters. Typhons enjoyed the miserable cry they made while struggling on the ground, but heard another roar from behind.
"Um?"
He felt the land under his feet tremble.
At first it was just a slight vibration, a slight roar, but it quickly became more and more intense until the soil under his feet began to deform.
Then the walls and ceiling of the tunnel collapsed, and rocks and soil poured into the tunnel, a group of conspiracy warriors rushed in with Claw Demon and Ugur, and rushed directly to the Dead Typhonse and the Withering Overlord Terminators behind the dead.
Chapter completed!