Doomsday game, start as the Dragon King of the Abyss

"Come over to me!" Yang

Ming's provocative words hovered back and forth over the silent Demon Steel Group.

Even if the monster can't understand human language, it can feel the strong mockery and provocation.

The zombie warlord hiding behind him naturally did not sit idly by, and a series of rapid whistles kept coming from the rear.

Just by listening to the intensity of the whistle, you can imagine that the other party is now estimated to be angry, or even angry.

After all,

the third-order leader-level double-knife monster that Yang Ming had just killed was the loyal little brother of this zombie warlord, and without the loyal little brother, it was a little powerless to control this large group of green-skinned monsters.

It's actually quite understandable.

Just like in a company, the boss can't always go to the front line of the market in person, and he needs a marketing manager to help him achieve his sales goals.

At the urging of the zombie warlords in the rear, thousands of heavily armed monsters launched a round of siege against Yang Ming in unison.

From a distance, Yang Ming's flesh and blood clone seemed to be drowned by a torrent of steel.

Thousands of monsters may seem like a lot, but in reality there isn't much power to play.

Yang Ming's current location is not an empty field in the Demon Steel Group, surrounded by two rows of tall factories, in the middle of which is a spacious road that can accommodate eight vehicles walking side by side, there are dark lanes between the factories, and there are rusty pipes outside the factory buildings.

Yang Ming walked towards the nearest pipeline, and with the help of the potential energy of running, he directly stepped on the pipe and walked up about two meters high.

Immediately, Yang Ming stepped into the air, and with the help of the Meteor Boots' ability to stay in the air, he walked up a distance again.

The green-skinned monsters looked at Yang Ming in the sky and were directly dumbfounded.

They are heavily armoured, and while they have decent defense, they also sacrifice the necessary mobility, making it difficult for them to perform even the most basic jumps, let alone jump more than two meters.

Yang Ming's feet landed on the external air-conditioning rack of the factory, and continued to soar up to the roof of the factory.

With his head poked out of the balcony, Yang Ming gestured his middle finger with the bewildered green-skinned monster below, and ran in the direction where the whistle came.

The gap between the factories is not far, about four or five meters.

Yang Ming stepped the edge of the rooftop, and a faith leaped away, and he was easily able to reach the opposite rooftop, directly avoiding the green-skinned monsters on the ground.

The zombie warlord in the rear also seemed to realize that Yang Ming was planning to capture the thief and capture the king first, and planned to use it to open the knife, and whistled again, signaling many green-skinned monsters to return to defense.

In the school, during military training, it is not so easy for officers to dispatch thousands of students, it takes a while, not to mention these thousands of unorganized and undisciplined green-skinned monsters?

They did not die under Yang Ming's knife, but died at the feet of their companions, which was quite funny.

It's just that for these green-skinned monsters, there is actually no concept of companions.

If they hadn't been brought together by the zombie warlords by force, they would have happily fought each other and devoured the losing side as food.

A sturdy figure was running and jumping on the factory sensitively, and the cold wind with radiation whistled into his ears, blowing Yang Ming's face a little painfully, as if a thin knife had slashed across his face.

Yang Ming came to the edge of the roof of the last factory building and looked forward.

A slightly smuggling figure is being protected by a hundred green-skinned monsters.

This rickety figure, similar in appearance to the green-skinned monster, is about two meters tall, but it is as thin as firewood, only skin and bones remain, it looks like a walking skeleton, and it is not wearing thick armor, only a thin coat on its body, and long gray hair.

It suddenly raised its head, a few strands of hair fluttering on its forehead, and a pair of cloudy and wise eyes were just in front of Yang Ming's eyes.

Under the four eyes, an undercurrent of hostility surged.

The green-skinned old man carried a misshapen wooden crutch in his hand, and the trees under the influence of radiation grew strangely, and the same was true of this crutch, the tip of which was bifurcated on all sides, like a snake letter.

The green-skinned old man suddenly raised the cane in his hand, pointed at Yang Ming from a distance, and let out a hoarse voice from his mouth:

"Wind!" Hearing

this, Yang Ming's spirit was shocked!

He heard it right, the other party's words turned out to be human language!

"Could it be that these monsters transformed from human beings can still retain their previous language after awakening their wisdom?"

If this is the case, then it is terrible!

However, the

next moment.

Many constantly splitting wind blades struck, completely interrupting Yang Ming's thoughts.

These blades are as thin as blades, exuding a glowing green, and as they fly through the sky, they emit a piercing sound of breaking wind, like the sound of fingernails rubbing against a blackboard, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yang Ming jumped from the factory, dodging many wind blades while his feet landed firmly on the ground.

Falling from a factory building that was more than ten meters high, coupled with the weight of the anti-stabbing armor Yang Ming was wearing, as soon as he landed, he left two shallow footprints on the slate bricks.

Inheriting the fourth-order C physique of the main body, Yang Ming's feet did not feel numbness and pain.

"Boom!"

a roar came from overhead, drawing his attention.

Yang Ming looked up and saw that the wind blade just now smashed a corner of the ceiling of the factory, and a large number of brick fragments were sprinkled down.

At the same time, many green-skinned monsters surrounded again.

"Spellcaster?"

Yang Ming looked at the green-skinned old man behind the monster, the other party seemed to have condensed the wind element again, intending to cast a spell, and his heart suddenly became clear.

The blood wrapped around the butcher's blade is a little thicker, this is due to the Berserker skill that this flesh and blood clone is inaugurated, under the influence of the Blood Qi Rush skill, every time the Berserker uses a skill, he will accumulate a layer of blood, and each layer of blood gas will increase the damage by 1%, up to 100 stacks.

This means that once Yang Ming uses the skill 100 times, the lethality can be increased by 100%.

I have to say that Berserker is really a very wild profession, which is very much in line with Yang Ming's appetite.

Yang Ming likes this kind of profession that doesn't require brains, and he only needs to be reckless and reckless, and he can easily kill the enemy.

Simple! Happy!