Chapter 594

The lead gray black clouds, which are full of nuclear dust, hover quietly in the sky, filtering out the sunlight outside the atmosphere, and sprinkling the cloudy and desolate twilight, falling on this wilderness.

The breeze hovered in silence, no longer as sharp as before.

The wind blows away the smell of blood in the air. It seems that nothing has happened. It is quiet between heaven and earth.

The constant roar of grief in the wilderness grew hoarse and stopped. Dudean held hellisha's body tightly, weeping like a sad beast, with countless thoughts of praying in his heart, but looking down upon the gods, he seemed to ignore his plea.

Slowly, he felt that he had no strength to shed tears. All the tears, like his consciousness and soul, emptied his body.

He felt dizzy, as if the soul had been detached from his body.

Without soul, what is left of a person?

Is there only one shell left?

Or is there a new substance, instead of the soul, occupying the body?

Tears dried up on dudean's face, and he silently hugged her and gazed at her sleeping face.

Click! Click!

All of a sudden, bursts of subtle gnawing sound slowly tugged at dudean's sight. He regained a trace of vitality in his wooden eyes, raised his head and looked along the sound source. At the next moment, his face, which had become numb, suddenly showed a strong change again. His face was completely distorted by his hatred and anger.

From one of her legs, there was a head biting on it and constantly gnawing at it. It was the head of the king of the dead who had been cut off before!

"Ah!! Go to hell In an instant, dudean rushed forward like a madman. His hands clamped the head of the black winged corpse king, and pulled it down from hellisha's legs. He pressed it on the ground beside him. He raised his fist and smashed it wildly. He yelled wildly. Every punch gave all his strength, so that the fingers on his fist were broken and unconscious.

After hammering hard for hundreds of times, the bones of his hands had been broken in large areas, and his consciousness was gradually restored by the intense pain. He stopped his hand and his chest heaved violently. While gasping, he looked at the head of the black winged corpse king. He was angry to find that his skull was not dented at all, but his fist was seriously damaged, Pay a heavy price.

"Go to hell!" He roared, grabbed its hair and smashed it to the ground.

After hammering dozens of times in a row, he was so tired that he stopped to see the soil on the ground was smashed into a deep hole, and the sand was poured into the nostrils and mouth of the black winged corpse king, but his face was still intact.

There was anger and sorrow in dudean's heart. He was too weak. He was so weak that he could not kill the other party with only one head left.

He held down its head and took a deep breath. The anger in his heart slowly recovered. Then he slowly urged the energy in his body to enter the primary boundary state. The white bone protruded. Soon, his disabled hands were slowly healed, and the broken bones were glued back to normal.

He pulled out the dagger on his leggings and turned the head of the black winged corpse King upside down. Suddenly, he saw that the cut under his head was covered with a layer of dark red scaly cuticle.

He reached out and felt it very tough, and the cuticle of the crimson scales was a little like the scale of the demonized dragon that he had seen on herisa.

He thought of the picture of her gnawing at her calf before she died. At the same time, he thought of a trace of pain in her brow before her death. Could he say that at that time, it bit her?

But at that time, she was still demonized, that is to say, it ate her demonized dragon scale and absorbed it, which led to the scar on its wound just like her demonized dragon scale.

"You Damn it With a slight tremor, he clutched the dagger and thrust it into his eyes.

With a thump, the black winged corpse King's orbit was suddenly penetrated by a dagger, and blood overflowed from the orbit.

Although its skull is extremely hard, but the eyes are ultimately weak, this has nothing to do with the constitution, the structure of the eyeballs itself is doomed to be unable to compete with the scales.

"Do you think I can't really kill you?"

"Don't you like to eat, eat..."

With the end of the dagger in his ferocious face, duddion whirled in the corpse's eyes, with his knee against his head, and with the other hand he grabbed earth and stones from the ground and thrust them into his mouth.

As his dagger turned, suddenly, a high pitched scream came from the mouth of the black winged corpse king, extremely clear and harsh.

Dudean was hurt by the scream. He bit his teeth and stabbed the dagger into his head. Then he swayed and stirred it!

While stirring, he felt the brain tissue in its head was extremely tough and the cutting resistance was great.The scream of the black winged corpse king suddenly stopped, and his slightly open mouth froze and stopped moving completely.

"Die! Die! Death... " Dudean did not stop here, still desperately stirring the dagger, hoping to stir it into a ball of mud, not leaving an inch of complete organization.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a slight tremor on the ground.

When Dudi settled down, he woke up and looked up. He saw a dark figure in the distance. Most of them were in human shape, with different heights. It was the tide of corpses that had been thrown away before.

His face changed slightly, but he was not flustered. He stirred his hands quickly and cut off the facial muscles of the black winged corpse king. With his fingers, he plucked out a piece of cold and dark brain tissue, which was a bit like powder, but not sticky.

He quickly daubed it on himself and the armor of hellisha nearby. At this time, she saw that the silver metal belt behind her was still tied with a waist bag. She immediately took it off and untied it. There were many metal bottles and jars inside, including one with "corpse powder" pasted on it.

He quickly unscrewed the bottle, which contained some light blue powder. He immediately sprinkled it on himself and hellisha's body, which he had read in Fortress books. It was more expensive than the walking corpse powder, which could greatly cover up the smell of himself. Even the higher-level corpses were hard to detect, and the powder was mixed with some groups of high-level corpses Weaving, so that ordinary corpses smell, will be independent away from.

With the powder and the brains of the king of the corpses, dudean believed that he could escape the tide of corpses. At this time, he also understood that the screams of the former king of the corpses were not a cry of pain, but a gathering of these corpses.

Boom!

With the tide of corpses approaching in the distance, the ground trembles more and more. However, dudean's action is leisurely. He tears off a string of cloth from his body, stabs the other eye of the corpse king, pierces the cloth out of its two eyes and ties it to his waist. He wants to keep it and humiliate him in the future!

Although the corpse king was unconscious, had died, did not know the pain and insult, but his heart to its hatred and anger, but will not stop.

When he tied it up, he bent down to pick up herisa on the ground and ran away quickly.

Boom!

The fast-moving corpse tide gradually slowed down and stopped at the corpse of the black winged corpse king. After a pause, the corpse tide, which had been as neat as the army, soon became loose. It was like a soldier who had lost his command and became a loose sand. He wandered separately and did not chase after dudean.

After running for four or five miles in a row, he gradually stopped, came to the edge of a heap of rubble and sat down. He gently laid helesha on the ground, gasping and gazing at her face.

I don't know how long it has been. All of a sudden, he saw her eyelashes, like an illusion, gently vibrated

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