Chapter 293: Return to the battlefield (2)
Word count: 5195 Update Time: 2013-01-03 20: 01: 00
A green curved wind blade silently swept past the head of a living corpse. The live corpse first stopped moving, and then a faint line of blood appeared on its head. The blood vein expanded, cracking into countless fine threads of flesh, causing the living corpse to split evenly from the middle of its nose. The head was split in half, and the living corpse fell to the ground without a sound, revealing a tall and straight figure behind it.
His short silver hair stood up straight, and his resolute face had a beard. His face was so deep that it made him look like a rock standing in the middle of a snowstorm. No matter how fast the snow was, it couldn’t leave a mark on the rock. Wukachev, a level five wind user, had dozens of blue wind blades floating around his sturdy body.
As if strolling through his own garden, the wind blades that surrounded him constantly shot out. Every time a wind blade shot out, a living corpse would be killed. Then, under the replenishment of energy, the wind blade would appear again. By relying on this skill, Wukchev had walked all the way from the edge of the battlefield, harvesting the lives of over a hundred zombies. Behind him, there were two third level Fighting Domain experts and seven slave warriors. They were in charge of increasing the number of Russian battle results.
“Chief, it’s about time to go back.”
In the blink of an eye, he had killed two more living corpses. Then, the voice of Robin, the member of the team, came through the communication channel.
“Got it, get ready to leave…” Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he looked towards the distant ruins to his left.
A hundred meters away in the ruins, a three-storey building suddenly collapsed. Fragments of the wall fell with a rumble, and in the falling rocks, a tall figure suddenly rushed out. It was a butcher, holding a one-handed battle-axe in each hand.
Halfway through his journey, the butcher was greeted by five machine guns. The dense barrage of bullets exploded into a cloud of blood, but the butcher crossed his arms and shielded his head and chest with his axe, completely ignoring the rest of the attack.