noffsinger Chapter 119 You Are Just a Mortal
Chapter 119 You Are Just a Mortal
Inside the barbed wire wall at the edge of the amusement park, a ghost hiding behind an abandoned ice cream shop, avoiding everyone's attention, was looking for an opportunity to climb over the wall and leave.
The sky was completely dark, and the patrolling teams of believers had not yet completed the handover. The two teams were smoking and chatting in the distance.
The ghost's hands and feet climbed up the wire fence, and just as he was about to move upward, a voice suddenly came from the distance behind him:
"What's that sound? Wait! There's movement near the wall!!"
There is no doubt that some believers in the patrol team used their damn super five senses to capture the ghost's movements. The ghost's mood suddenly became very bad. He cursed silently in his heart and regretted not bringing the mask into the amusement park. With the mask, the ghost always feels that he is invincible.
Da da da......
The ghost heard the believers' footsteps running at full speed behind him, and he did not hesitate any longer. He climbed over the barbed wire wall with barbed wire on the top in two moves and ran into the darkness outside the wall.
"Roar..."
Several figures swayed back and forth in the night. The zombies wandering outside the wall noticed the ghost's running figure and approached him with a low roar.
"Fuck! Who are you?! What are you doing climbing over the wall?!"
A believer in a black coat suddenly leaped up more than two meters into the air, and without paying attention to the iron spikes on the net wall, he supported himself with his left hand and crossed the wall. He shouted at the fleeing ghost, while his teammates behind him were all watching in confusion inside the wall.
There was only one believer leading the patrol, and the others were "fellow travelers" who had not experienced the divine selection. Those without super stamina could only stare blankly from behind the wall.
In winter, the unique stench and cold air of the zombies penetrated into the ghost's nasal cavity. Several zombies stretched out their stiff arms and waved their claws with exposed knuckles in front of the ghost, trying to stop him.
Ghost didn't care about the zombies. He was worried about the believers chasing him and the cult members watching with guns inside the wall. He was still within the enemy's shooting range and there was no cover around him. Ghost planned to run far enough before turning back to deal with the believers behind him.
“Ahhhhh!!”
"Roar!!"
The ghost knocked away several zombies in front of him and continued to run deeper into the darkness. One zombie turned around and barely managed to stand on the ground, but its companions were not so lucky. Two zombies were knocked to the ground by the ghost. Their already decayed bodies were even more fragile in the cold winter. Their shoulders and necks were immediately broken after the fall. They struggled on the ground deformed and could not get up.
"Damn you!! Outcast! Traitor!!"
Seeing that the ghost did not respond to him at all, the believer wanted to escape. He finally decided that the ghost was planning to defect.
The believer followed the ghost's swift figure closely. He thought he would soon catch up with the figure in front of him, but he didn't expect that the distance between them never shortened.
Several zombies blocking the road noticed the approaching believers. They roared and "honestly" made way for the believers to pass.
Seeing believers passing by, these zombies did not behave in a daze or crazy, but rather became docile...
The ghost was too lazy to argue with the believers behind him, as it was a pure waste of saliva and energy. Besides, he didn't plan to keep running away, and he would definitely get rid of the pursuers behind him when the time came.
In the dark night, two figures were running one after the other on the empty street. The people behind were yelling and cursing loudly, not caring at all about attracting the attention of the zombies.
Outside the amusement park, there are not many zombies on the nearby streets. Although the cult believers usually don't care about the "harmless" zombies, allowing them to gather in large numbers will affect the air, so believers often take the initiative to drive the zombies away from the vicinity of the amusement park.
The supplies from the entire city of Newnan allowed this group of cultists to live a good life, but also indirectly made their personalities more delicate. If a survivor who had been hurt by someone had the ability to control the zombies, he would at least let the zombies surround his territory tightly to prevent outsiders from attacking.
The ghost and the believers who were chasing him were already a block away from the amusement park. He knew that he had to take action to deal with the trouble behind him, otherwise the cult might send people in vehicles to provide support.
"Chi!!"
The ghost suddenly turned around while running, and a white shadow flew towards the believers behind him. Those were the bones he collected in the kitchen, all of which he sharpened into flying knives.
A slight stinging sensation came from the believer's cheek. He waved his hand to pull out the foreign object on his face and continued to run towards the ghost.
"Who do you think I am! Damn pariah!! Who the hell are you! The Bishop will definitely punish everyone in your department!!!"
The believer continued to roar angrily at the ghost.
Seeing that the believer was approaching him, the ghost waved his hand and threw away his apron, and at the same time took out the kitchen knife he brought from the muffin shop and prepared for close combat.
The believer is very confident in his own abilities. After being chosen by God, his recovery ability and defense are beyond common sense. He is not afraid of ordinary people even if they carry knives.
The believers have never felt the emotion of fear since they experienced God's selection and had their physical disabilities removed.
The reason why this group of believers trusted Marshall so much was because Marshall gave them a new life. The believers were willing to dedicate everything they had to God. The regeneration of their broken limbs really happened to them. This was a miracle!!!
Facing the cold light from the ghost, the believer chose to punch the ghost in the face. He didn't need to dodge. Even if the blade could cut his dermis and part of his muscles, the wound would heal quickly.
However, the believer miscalculated one thing. He was not facing ordinary people with average physical fitness, but legendary soldiers summoned from another world, Task Force 141 - Ghosts!!
The green skill [Strong] gives Ghost twice the strength of a peak human, equivalent to two Batmen.
[Mission Constitution] gives the ghost a digital life and comes with extremely strong resistance to injury.
The ghost raised his non-knife-holding arm and used his elbow to block the believer's fist. The opponent's strength was indeed enormous, but only comparable to the ghost's.
(Don’t underestimate the peak human physical fitness. Here are some data: the world record squat is 505kg, the bench press is 277kg, and the deadlift record is 502.5kg. Twice the peak human physical fitness is already very scary! The above data is only approximate, and it is still being refreshed and broken.)
There was a blood-red spot in the corner of the ghost's vision, which was a sign of injury, but the ghost's health was restored in just one breath. But then, a large area of blood-red appeared in the ghost's vision!!!
Chi! !
The believer's throat was cut open by a kitchen knife, exposing his trachea and aorta to the air. The spurting blood splashed all over the ghost's face.
"You...grunt..."
The believers looked at the ghost in disbelief, covering their bleeding necks with their hands in panic. The blood was sucked into his trachea, and blood bubbles kept coming out of his mouth.
The powerful self-healing ability and vitality allow the believers to still stand strong, but the appearance of being seriously injured and not dying seems a bit funny.
When fighting with a fighting master like Ghost, victory or defeat is decided in a split second. Perhaps it takes a dozen or even dozens of fights between masters to decide life or death, but it usually does not take more than a minute unless the two are constantly testing each other.
Unfortunately, this believer is not a master, he is just an ordinary person who is lucky.
"What believer, what god? You are just a mortal."
The ghost's burned face looked very calm in the moonlight. He did not give the believer time to recover, but stepped forward and slashed at the other's eyeball. The subtle sound of the eyeball crystal exploding was heard in the night.
“Ahhhhhhh!!! You are a devil! You are a devil!!!”
The believer, whose vision had fallen into darkness, had no idea what he had lost. Although he could not feel the acute pain, the fear of being unable to fight back had already broken down his defenses.
The believer's knees and ankles suddenly felt a slight pain, and his body fell to the ground unconsciously. His Achilles tendon was cut by the kitchen knife, and his knees were kicked down by the ghost. A pair of big hands quickly pulled his hair from the back of his head, and the believer felt the chill and pain in his neck.
After a while... the ghost was holding a transformed zombie head and fell into deep thought. The believers turned into zombies too quickly after death! Also, why did a lot of psoriasis suddenly grow on the head of this corpse! ? The characteristics are very similar to the giant zombies I encountered before!