In mid-air, a third-level team that went out to hunt mutants in the North American war zone desperately flew back to the safe area.
Everyone looked horrified, looking at the mighty army of mutants in the distance.
Fortunately or unfortunately.
They bumped into each other while out.
Hundreds of third-level auras flew toward them, frightening them to death.
In particular, one of them was three to four hundred meters in size, floating in the air, and seemed to be a fourth-order giant snake, which made them think that a natural disaster had broken out.
But fortunately, this army of monsters doesn't seem to be interested in the humans along the way.
After they escaped, they did not turn around to pursue them.
After the disaster, they were even more horrified to see news of a large number of mutant armies appearing on the war zone channel.
Obviously, not only did they encounter this kind of thing, the entire North American continent was filled with this kind of monster army that could be called a moving natural disaster.
These monsters are all moving in one direction at high speed.
"Fortunately, God, if they come to kill us, we will all die!"
"Did you see it? Some people said that they even saw suspected fourth-level people fighting near Houston!"
"Houston, isn't that the war zone near us!?"
I have lingering fears and cannot understand.
The leading third-level commander ignored his identity and could not stop trembling.
As long as one tenth of these monsters are targeting them, the safe zone and strength that he is proud of will be nothing more than a joke in front of this force and will be easily crushed.
The stronger you are, the more you feel your own insignificance.
"Commander, I always feel that something big must have happened."
"But fortunately, it has nothing to do with us that we are not the target of these monsters."
The team members looked at the commander who was frightened for a while. Although they felt strange, they felt that the commander's previous calmness was just an act.
But, they can also understand, and they are also afraid.
But before he could calm down, the next second, he suddenly froze on the spot as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
At the same time, the commander who kept asking other high-level leaders about what happened, instantly realized something was wrong.
He instinctively raised his head and felt why his subordinates suddenly became quiet.
Following everyone's gaze, he froze up.
I saw tens of millions of corpses rushing out of the city cluster in the distance like a tsunami, like a giant wave rolling up and down.
Densely packed and uncountable mutants of all levels roared and mixed into the corpse tide, and the red ripples actually increased the speed of the corpse tide to an unimaginable level.
Corpse riot.
Driven by a large number of special mutants, zombies with a speed of only about level 0 are strengthened to about level one.
This was originally the backup plan left by the escapees, but at this moment, it all exploded.
Maybe the difference of one level is nothing in individuals.
But quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
There is no doubt that any safe zone in North America will be destroyed in the face of this zombie wave.
As the endless tide of corpses pours in, any line of defense will be instantly disintegrated like a dike.
They couldn't even kill them all.
"Run!! Run!!!"
‘Go back quickly and tell everyone to escape!!’
Under extreme fright, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the safe zone seemed to still have some sense of responsibility. When he instantly realized that this was not a force they could stop, he subconsciously wanted to evacuate the survivors.
It’s not that it has nothing to do with them! It’s that the disaster has just begun!
only
I couldn't help but look back at the safe zone I had painstakingly built.
The zombie tide can submerge this place in half an hour at most. Without the reinforcement of a large number of mutants, they may only have ten minutes to escape.
Is this too late!?
Before deep despair arose in his heart, the subordinates on the side once again sent him news that made him even more desperate.
"Commander! The safety zone near us is asking for help! The zombies in the city clusters near them are also rioting!"
"They want to retreat to us!!"
Retreat to them!? A zombie wave also broke out in the north!?
Swallowing dryly, the man looked stiffly to the north and then in his own direction.
At this moment, he realized in despair that a wave of corpses seemed to be breaking out from all directions.
No, maybe something happened to the whole of North America!
They have no way to escape!
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"What the hell is going on!? Who can come and save us!?"
"Does anyone know which direction to evacuate!? We are the City of Steel, and there are zombie riots in both directions before and after us!"
"We have some here too!"
"The Wild Sea Alliance is here too! We are surrounded from three directions! There is even an army of mutants behind us!"
"Oh God! Is North America going to be destroyed!? Why are the zombies rioting collectively!?"
Lin An calmly looked at the war zone information displayed by Anduin from the valley that was constantly receiving combat troops.
He could see that Anduin was very nervous, so nervous that his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but frequently look at the weapons and equipment deployed around him.
If Lin An hadn't been in front of him, if Lin An hadn't brought power beyond his imagination, he would have felt that this was the eve of the demise of mankind.
Just from the information I have seen now, the number of zombies that have broken out in all regions of North America has exceeded the 700 million mark.
And this number is still increasing crazily.
From the satellite map, it appeared that with the valley where they were located as the center, an endless tide of corpses and mutant armies were surrounding them without blind spots.
The human safety zones and gathering places located along the way are like isolated islands in a tsunami in the face of this unprecedented tide of corpses, and may be swallowed up at any time.
A large number of survivors are desperately seeking help, and the entire North American theater seems to have fallen into great despair.
People don't know why the zombie wave started, and they don't know why there are so many third-level or even fourth-level corpses.
All they knew was that these monsters were all attacking the same place.
However, even if they are not the target, they will be eaten up in the face of this unimaginable disaster.
"Sir Linling'an, what should we do!?"
"Are you waiting for these monsters to come over?"
Swallow dry saliva.
Anduin, who was a child slave in a factory just a week ago, never thought that one day he would be involved in such a war.
He just felt that everything was like a dream, as if he was participating in a legend and a mythical history.
God descends, God fights, a super war exceeding 100 million levels
This is so crazy and makes people feel so small.
Looking at the war zone communication displayed by Anduin and the help messages that kept popping up on it, Lin An remained calm.
Just as he judged.
Since this group of escapees did not want to die too much, they really chose to use the zombie tide to consume him, and even simply thought that they could kill him with the zombie tide and the mutant army.
Not only that, the fugitive was quite smart and knew to let the third-order troops and the zombie tide surround him at the same time, making it impossible for him to deal with them one by one.
but
Meaningless.
He even wanted to thank the other party.
"Why wait?"
"No, Anduin."
"Have you seen these calls for help? I said, I will let the sins in this land be punished."
After a few seconds, he seemed to be confirming something.
Lin An smiled and slowly closed his eyes.
After he quickly contacted Zhuan Xu with his mental power, a long-awaited command was instantly issued.
"Deploy a psychic nuke."
"Blow them up."
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Over the North American continent, in silent low-Earth orbit.
The psychic fighters that had been prepared for a long time dispersed silently like mechanical gods of death.