After a while, Zhang Yu crawled out of the nearby cave with some dissatisfaction.

He tidied up the buckles on his clothes. Anyone who was disturbed by good things would never be in a good mood. So when facing the prophet, Colonel Zhang Yu was impatient: "Mr. Jafes, I am training that bitch. Don't you know that a shock will lead to a failure?"

Jafes stretched out his staff and knocked him hard on Zhang Yu's head, scolding, "Shut up, the situation has changed."

Zhang Yu's eyes were originally banged heavily, but he finally held back and said in a deep voice: "What changes?"

Jafes briefly explained it.

There was no expression on Zhang Yu's ugly face, but his tentacles were dancing even more urgently.

He didn't know much about monks, but Jafes, who had always been arrogant, was so cautious, so Zhang Yu didn't dare to underestimate him. He took out his monocular lens and looked at the dock, saying, "The alienated stock liquid has already taken effect. It took only half an hour for those children to kill all tens of thousands of waters just now. Can't they deal with a monk?"

Jafes snorted disdainfully: "That tens of thousands of water thieves are nothing. In the end, most of the mobs were scared to death or drowned. Moreover, how much of the alienated stock liquid has achieved, and whether it is truly successful remains to be tested. This is just the first experiment.

Zhang Yu did not respond, he was looking at the situation on the dock with his telescope.

Russell stared at the surroundings with a gloomy look.

As his spell changed, a layer of light was added to the black beetle and they were gathering.

Not long after, huge black shadows stood in front of people again.

If the unintentional person had only a little strength, he would not have become a representative of top black witchcraft.

When Russell forced himself to break through the critical point with the pill, the unintentional person also changed. The unintentional person gathered was as big as two people. He was no longer naked or a few pieces of rags, but covered with a layer of black solid armor.

The solid armor is distributed with every important joint of the unintentional person, the spine, shoulders, knees, fists, and the protruding black barbs, making them look extremely ferocious.

The gray-yellow eyeballs are also replaced by the snow-white eyeballs.

The white is so bright that these unintentional people have become more powerful unintentional warriors.

Yang Zheng was able to take a breath. He looked at Russell not far away, and his heart was also rumbling. This old guy had a lot of hands.

After a sharp scream, several mutants rushed towards the nearest unintentional warrior.

Their speed was very fast, but the unintentional warrior cracked the entire head of the first mutant who rushed up with just one punch.

Just like a watermelon, with one punch, all the red and white sprayed out.

Two big harpoons also stabbed into the body of the Wuxin. However, this time, the harpoon only stabbed a few small holes in the solid armor. The Wuxin warrior grabbed the two mutants and knocked their heads together...

The battle finally began to tilt towards Yang Zheng's side.

The number of unintentional warriors was not large, only a few dozen, but they firmly blocked the attacks of hundreds of mutants.

The remaining more than a hundred Yang Zheng’s personal guards still dare not relax.

Yang Zheng organized them to start using the Divine Arm Bow.

Since ordinary weapons cannot break the scales of mutant people, they can only use this super powerful special weapon. With the unintentional person in front, the soldiers can finally get a distance and use it.

The series of attacks just now made the remaining guards tired and exhausted, and they could only use a bow in combination.

As the bowstrings flexed, a two-foot-long fine iron arrow that was whistling out, and with a puff, a blood flower splattered.

"Success!" The soldier who shot the arrow was ecstatic.

They finally had the means to deal with the mutant. They were suppressed and beaten by the mutant for so long, and were helpless and frustrated. They watched their teammates die in front of them, and were vented at this moment.

The bowstrings were bouncing rapidly, and for a moment, the air was filled with the whistling sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air.

The unintentional warriors efficiently kill, coupled with the suppression of bows and arrows.

The number of mutants on the dock is decreasing.

At this time, a whimpering horn sound came from the depths of the Honeycomb Island.

The mutant who was in the downwind quickly retreated.

Russell did not let the unintentional person chase it out. When the mutant disappeared quickly in his sight, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Russell, what's wrong with you?" Yang Zheng quickly came to him and supported his shaky body. He knew very well that without Russell, this battle would be difficult to fight today. Apart from the intrigue, Yang Zheng was grateful to Russell for the first time.

Russell broke away from his hand and raised his head. His face was pale and his voice was trembling: "It's okay."

“You need a rest.”

"I said it's okay," Russell sneered: "While my medicine has not yet dissipated, find those women."

Yang Zheng glanced at Russell deeply and nodded slowly.

Yang Zheng has a good memory, especially after being possessed by Barbie, he almost had the ability to see it.

The terrain of Honeycomb Island is very complicated, but last time he almost traveled to Honeycomb Island, this kind of scouting activity was a habit he left behind when he was studying reconnaissance subjects a long time ago, and it came in handy at this moment.

Following the route in memory, Yang Zheng led his men to the depths of the Honeycomb Island.

"They are coming up." Zhang Yu put down the telescope in his hand and slowly breathed out, his eyes flashing. He didn't know if it was excitement or fear, or both.

Jafes was silent for a long time and said quietly: "Go and pull two living people out."

Half an hour later.

The careful Yang Zheng and his group finally arrived at the center of Honeycomb Island and climbed along a winding road to a platform halfway up the mountain. The platform was surrounded by broken rocks, and the white bone powder outlined a huge cross on the ground, and the burning red magma was gradually sank into the ground.

The ground was steaming with blue and black mist.

It was there that Yang Zheng's anger was completely ignited.

He saw two female corpses in the center of the cross star that had been swallowed up to the point where only some fragments were left.

Judging from the clothes that were scattered on the side, this is the Iron Lady Soldier.

The two huge hell three-headed dogs like bison were biting the body.

Yang Zheng is not unfamiliar with this thing. In the sad wasteland, the magician Sharafil summoned this kind of monster to chase Wade, and Yang Zheng once fought with this monster himself.

However, the two ends in front of him were obviously different from the hellhound he had encountered.

It is bigger, and each dog has a red horn on its head. The scarlet horn gives people the feeling of strong blood pressure. When hearing the sound, two hellhounds hold three huge heads, and the six eyes are burning with dark blue flames. The sticky liquid on their bodies flows to the ground, causing deep pits to quickly corrode underground.

Russell is the most sensible person. When he saw these two things, he yelled in a low voice: "Hell Demon Dog."

Yang Zheng walked forward without saying a word.

Only the soldiers knew that Yang Zheng was really angry.

The soldiers dared not think about how terrible Yang Zheng was, and no one dared to stop him from striking the two hell demon dogs. Therefore, all the soldiers could only smile bitterly at Russell's words, "You won't go and bring him back."

Yang Zheng's walking speed is constantly accelerating.

His knife pointed at the ground obliquely, and there was no emotion in his eyes, which was extremely indifferent.

The Hell Dog, who was biting the corpse, saw the men who dared to disturb them, all opened their bloody teeth and roared softly.

It brought a violent and fishy breath and touched Yang Zheng's face.

Six heads bit Yang Zheng almost at the same time.

The guards behind them all exclaimed, and Russell even called on the two unintentional warriors to fly over from both sides.

The only expressionless was Yang Zheng. He raised his knife and stabbed it into a mouth with one knife. Then he kicked forward, wrapped his hands around the head, twisted it to the left, and the helldog made a wild hiss, and his buffalo's body retreated continuously.

Yang Zheng's legs had been kicked into the soil for more than half a foot, which showed how fierce the power of this man and a beast was.

The other hellhound had just bitten it, but was dragged by two unintentional warriors.

Yang Zheng's muscles were all knotted, almost cracking his clothes, his face was blood-red and his teeth were almost broken, but he couldn't take off his breath. He pushed his head up and knocked the blood-hunting sword exposed outside the mouth of the helldog into the depths of his throat.

The helldog shook violently, and at this moment, Yang Zheng let out a long roar.

There was a bang.

The soldiers' eyes were almost swelling, and Yang Zheng actually broke the monster as big as a buffalo to the ground.

Regardless of his demeanor, Yang Zheng was like a gangster fighting, twisting his hellhound's head and pressing it on the ground.

Russell opened his mouth and wiped the cold sweat from his head... This guy, he knew a little better than Yang Zheng, and quickly shouted: "Break off the red horn on his head."

Yang Zheng didn't say anything when he heard this. He took one hand and grabbed the red horn and twisted it into two pieces. The hellhound, who was still struggling and roaring, suddenly let out an extreme scream, and even the other two heads biting Yang Zheng's shoulders were released. Yang Zheng kept trying to stop, grabbed the other head and then beat it hard. After three strokes, the hellhound, who was still majestic just now, fell to the ground completely.

Yang Zheng threw the red horns on the ground, drew out the blood hunting knife, and cut off the three heads.

On the other side, the hellhound almost broke the two unintentional warriors.

The Hellhound spewed out a blue fireball, easily burning a hole in the unintentional warrior's solid armor.

If Yang Zheng hadn't stabbed the blood hunting knife into the hellhound's throat just now, he would have been dead now.

Instead of stepping forward, Yang Zheng retreated to the soldier, picked up a bow, raised it, aimed, and with a snap, the hellhound let out a sad cry, and the red horn on his middle head had been shot to pieces by Yang Zheng.

Russell looked at the Hellhound who had lost the red horn with regret and was chopped to death by two unintentional warriors.

He quickly stepped forward and picked up the red horn that Yang Zheng had discarded. This kind of red horn is a very precious alchemy material. Only people like Yang Zheng who are ignorant of goods will throw it around casually.

At this point, Yang Zheng sat down on the ground.

As the anger burned, even he himself was a little surprised that he threw such a fierce Hellhound to the ground. When the anger that supported his body disappeared, the subsequent weakness made him feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit. The body was so hot that it was almost corroded by the acidic body fluids of the Hellhound, and it turned black one by one.

"General."

Seeing the guards surrounding him, Yang Zheng signaled that he was fine. He took the water handed over by a guard. He washed away the acidic body fluids on his body and drank a few more mouthfuls. The heart-wrenching pain relieved a little.
To be continued...