Chapter 210: Gao Weier's Fall (XIV)

A large amount of blood shot out from the throats of the giant townspeople, drenching Faris, who was wielding silver light, and steam rose from the hot blood.

Such serious injuries would be enough to kill a mortal, but this group of ignorant giant townspeople are indeed biological weapons carefully prepared by the Crossroads Order. Their vitality is as tenacious as African cockroaches. They just raise a palm. He covered his throat to block the gushing blood, and with a hoarse roar in his throat, he continued to pounce on the delicious food in front of him.

Four rays of silver light flashed again, and four petite heads flew into the sky. Even though they had been decapitated, their faces still had bloodthirsty hunger, and they were still struggling to bump them with their upper teeth after they fell to the ground. The lower teeth seemed to be chewing the sweet flesh.

Faris' brows were filled with embarrassment and anger. The experience of being trapped just now made the hotel housekeeper, who thought he was a top chef, feel more shameful and humiliated than ever before.

He had always considered himself a top cup chef, but now he was suffering from the backlash of the ingredients, and he had already lost one of his palms before he even started cooking...

When Faris saw this scene, a blazing unknown fire arose in his heart, and a pale fire seemed to be igniting in his pupils, trying to burn the low-quality ingredients that were giggling in front of him into charcoal!

He first stabbed himself in the knee with a knife, then flipped the dagger to pick out the slender bullet embedded in the patella.

But Faris has been able to regain normal mobility.

He cut off the incoming vines with his backhand, cut off the waving bone-breaking claws, mobilized the trembling nature in his soul body, raised his head to the sky and burst into a silent roar, an indescribable brain-shaking buzzing followed by a sharp and harsh clicking sound. Sweeping away in all directions.

The giant town citizen who was still savoring the sweetness of the cup of flesh and blood suddenly started to tremble violently. He seemed to hear a soft whisper coming from his ears, and some kind of strange and evil sound that could not be described in detail began to enter his mind. , the skulls were vibrating violently as if they were resonating together.

His heart suddenly skipped three beats, and the stagnant blood suddenly became as thick as a rich soup. The sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty tastes filled his heart... He seemed to be drowned by all kinds of seasonings, trying to overwhelm him. Pickled into a salted fish with all five flavors.

The top chef, who had escaped from the entanglement of the broken zombies and the sprouted zombies, had already raised his bright silver dagger like a kitchen knife and rushed towards the pickled dish. A pale and gray color passed through the raised blade. I will be able to easily peel off the flesh and blood, open my chest, and take out the cup of undigested flesh and blood in my stomach.

However, there was another loud scream in the distance, and that damn annoying sniper attacked again. The sharp six-prism warhead roared through the air and broke through the wind and snow, trembling slightly in the strong wind and swaying left and right. In the end, it was still At a tricky angle, it hit Faris' only remaining palm, the palm holding the sharp dagger high.

Chef Beixiang, who was about to swing the dagger, only felt a sting, a pain, and a softness in his palm. His fingers seemed to be in a quarrel. If he didn't listen to the brain's command, the fingers that were clenched weakly loosened, and the sharp dagger was gone. Dropped and stuck in the snow.

The giant townspeople who were immersed in the cup's greedy appetite were originally squatting, but now they saw the long-awaited delicious flesh and blood rushing towards them, and stopped and stood in front of them in astonishment, their silly faces immediately bloomed and became brighter. smile.

He stood up suddenly, opened his bloody mouth, and bit the soft and juicy neck directly - even though he had almost completely lost his mind, he still remembered that there were turbulent blood vessels hidden under that position.

The giant town citizen took this bite, and his chewing muscles swelled up like air. A piece of the tough skin was suddenly torn off, and the blood sputtered out crazily. The delicious and sweet fragrance sprayed all over his face. The fatal intoxication made him dizzy and confused. His consciousness was as if he was drunk with alcohol. He giggled and staggered back two steps. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

The sprouting zombie immediately seized this fleeting opportunity. It controlled the body of the host and flew at the same time. It sprayed two gray-green vines from its mouth, wrapped around the target's legs and tied them into a tight knot, and then He suddenly ran sideways in the other direction, and pulled his real body back hard, tripping the stunned target to the ground.

The Broken Walking Corpse also rushed forward on all fours. The bone claws on its right arm had been completely shattered by two consecutive counterattacks from the target. It made a crunching sound while running, and the broken flesh and bones were like broken glass. Falling down like slag.

It flew forward with all four limbs beating on the ground, and its remaining left arm struck the target's head from top to bottom. Its five pale and sharp bone claws shone with a bloodthirsty cold light!

Even if Faris struggled and rolled his body, he could not avoid this fierce claw attack. The bone claw carrying the second-level blade was extremely sharp. Even if he had just absorbed the nutrients of a cast man, he could not resist it. This indestructible sharpness.

呲——

Five deep blood marks extended from behind the ears to the chin, half of the bridge of the nose was cut off, and even half of the left eye was cut off. The turbid lens rolled and sank into the snow, and the turbulent darkness swept in and swallowed up the law. Reese's vision.

But even though he suffered such a tragic injury, he did not let out a painful roar. He just remained silent like an approaching storm, rolling to avoid the second oncoming claw attack.

Then he resolutely bit off the tip of his tongue, discarding this vital yet insignificant trace of flesh and blood, and offered it as a sacrifice to the great mother and the God of the Woodland.

Farris held a mouthful of sweet and mellow hot blood and minced meat, and recited the secret of greed indistinctly. The sweet and sweet words resounded like a bronze bell, and the pleasant and harsh noise even covered the noise of the wind and snow.

The gray snow suddenly seemed to change its shape and color, becoming red and tender like the best snowflake meat slices, and the thin meat slices seemed to be fluttering.

The salty and cold sea breeze was also stained with the mellow sweetness of grape wine, and even the pool of blood that had condensed like a mirror began to boil again, rising up the misty red mist.

The sprouting zombies and the broken zombies suddenly felt an uncontrollable and urgent appetite, and their souls that were far stronger than ordinary people began to vibrate violently. The strong resonance and empathy corroded their thoughts and minds, as if forcing them to abandon the body they were staying in, leave this boring and tasteless waking world, and return to the wonderful and indescribable Mansu!

Return to the woods to drink the sweet wine from the well.

Return to the sharp slope to taste the feast of the cup.