Chapter 3: Black Ghost's Counterattack
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"Ah! Help -- help!"
Several young people who were at the front were accidentally dragged by the zombies around them, and then they were knocked down by the swarm of zombies. They were covered in blood and asked for help in fear.
"Go! Now!"
Jia Shuai rushed past and shouted to others, completely ignoring the cries for help that were so close.
How easy is it for a large team of nearly 100 people to move forward at full speed?
Except for the 20 or so young people who had been rushing to the front of the team, the remaining dozens of women, children and elderly people had already been in a mess at the back.
A middle-aged woman thought the old lady in front was blocking her way, so she habitually pulled her clothes.
As a result, this small action triggered a chain reaction. The old lady who fell down pulled and pulled down several people around her. The people behind couldn't stop their feet, and more than a dozen people fell and rolled on the ground.
Roar --!
Although the zombies have no intelligence, their instinct drives them to chase the position with the strongest breath of living people first. Coupled with the wailing and the cries of women and children everywhere, this small chaotic spot immediately attracted almost all the zombies around.
Dozens of hideous zombies rushed into the crowd one after another, ignoring the weak fists and feet that fell on them, scratching with dirty and rotten arms, and biting off pieces of flesh and blood with white teeth.
Taking advantage of this unexpected chaos, Roger pretended to be panicked and quietly retreated into a small kiosk selling tourist souvenirs.
As soon as he entered the door, a large wave of zombies rushed towards him. This was a female zombie wearing a tube top and short skirt work clothes with the Good Luck City logo printed on it. It is estimated that she was a salesperson in this kiosk before her death.
"Heh, old tricks..."
Roger sneered disdainfully, and his body flexibly shifted to the side, avoiding the zombies' outstretched claws by a millimeter. Then, he grabbed the long golden hair that had already faded from behind, and took advantage of the opponent's inertia to smash it against the wall with all his strength.
Boom! Boom! Snap --!
With a clear bone-breaking sound, the whole face of the blonde zombie was completely slapped into the skull. The sexy body with protruding front and back softened and slid down slowly along the wall, leaving a shocking dark red bloodstain along the way.
Roger sat on the ground leaning against the door, panting continuously, sweating all over his body, and showing signs of slight exhaustion.
"My original physical fitness was so poor..."
The violently beating heart and the sore and heavy limbs made Roger alert again. Now he is not the elite player who could push the low-level illusion with bare hands before rebirth, and the rich combat experience cannot make up for the shortcomings in physical fitness.
It seems that he has to hurry up to upgrade.
Roger subconsciously glanced at the line of kill prompts that popped up below the field of vision.
[You killed the zombies and got 10 points]
[Conditions met, do you want to open the points ranking list? ]
Seeing this familiar prompt, Roger smiled.
The points ranking list is the essence of every fantasy, something that all players love and hate.
Love it because of its generosity - the top three players will receive an extremely generous extra reward based on their ranking and total points when leaving the fantasy.
Hate it because of its cruelty - except for the top three players, everyone else will have their points deducted from this place according to a certain proportion based on the final ranking. The last three players will not only have their points cleared directly, but will also randomly take back a high-level equipment or skill.
Before rebirth, every time the points ranking list was opened, a large number of gamblers who wanted to bet big with a small investment would flock in, but most of them lost everything.
Of course, for Roger now, this points ranking list is a good opportunity for him to get his first pot of gold.
"Open it." Roger said without hesitation.
[Please decide on a code name and whether to hide the points display]
"Nightmare, hide the points display."
This "Nightmare" is the code name Roger has been using in his previous life, and hiding the points is to prevent people from guessing his identity as a reborn person from the abnormal number of points, which would attract the attention of those who are interested.
[Code name confirmed, points display hidden]
[Your current points are 10, ranking 2nd]
Opening the points ranking interface, the top is the "sunglasses", with a total of 310 points.
In just over ten minutes, the opponent has killed more than 30 zombies.
However, at this moment, the growth of the points has temporarily stagnated.
Roger was not surprised by this. Judging from the simple equipment of the sunglasses man before, this person has only experienced one or two illusions at most, and the most basic first-level enhanced physical fitness is not enough to support long-term cold weapon combat.
Being able to kill so many zombies at once before taking a rest can be considered a natural talent of the sunglasses man.
At this moment, the ranking list was suddenly refreshed.
A player with the code name "President" appeared on the list and quickly kicked Roger down from the second place with 20 points.
President?
It should be Jia Shuai, right?
Roger couldn't help but laugh. In his previous life, he didn't open the list, and he didn't know that Jia Shuai's code name was so flashy.
It seems that this guy really values his identity as the president of the student union.
In other words, the appearance of new names on the list means that the mentality of some survivors has begun to change, from passive escape to active survival.
It's time for me to take action.
Roger quietly poked his head out from behind the counter, and through the gap in the metal guardrail, he saw that hundreds of zombies in the square had resumed their previous wandering state.
Obviously, Jia Shuai and others have successfully entered the Good Luck City.
The bodies of those unfortunate victims have been gnawed into bloody skeletons. The strong smell of blood attracted flocks of crows to hover over the square, making hoarse and piercing cries like sawing wood.
"Then... let's get started!"
Roger stood up from behind the counter, and thick black smoke rolled out of his body, passing through the metal guardrail in front of him, and gathered into a black human figure in front of the kiosk.
The black human figure was nearly two meters tall, and looked like a mummy wrapped in black bandages, thin but powerful.
Black Ghost.
Abbreviated as IBM, it is a symbiotic life form that exists in the body of a subhuman. It has a little self-awareness and a nearly beast-like fighting instinct. It has a certain spiritual connection with the subhuman to which it belongs, and can share senses within a certain distance.
In short, it is an avatar.
[You summoned a black ghost, strength 180, existence time 360 seconds (spiritual attribute ×2)]
[Tip: The existence time of the black ghost can only be restored by resting, and cannot be reset by infinite recasting and resurrection props. ]
Seeing the last tip, Roger couldn't help but be stunned.
He thought that the black ghost was similar to those summoned creatures, and it could exist forever as long as it didn't die. Now it seems that it is very different from what he expected.
"Can we only fight for six minutes at most... But it should be enough."
Roger closed his eyes, and the spiritual connection between the two immediately projected the senses of the black ghost into his brain.
Swish!
When the light appeared in front of him again, Roger found himself standing in the square outside the kiosk. Several zombies staggered past him with strange steps, but they were completely unaware of his existence.
So this is the perspective of the black ghost...
Roger tried to move his limbs. Thanks to the fact that the original mind of the black ghost was severely damaged in the time and space storm, he did not feel any obstruction. His flexibility seemed to control his own body.
Ka!
Roger casually threw a punch, and the head of a zombie next to him suddenly turned back at a 90-degree angle, and the body fell limply to the ground and never moved again.
180 points of spiritual attributes were converted into nearly twice the strength of an ordinary person, directly breaking the zombie's cervical vertebrae.
The sound of the corpse falling to the ground alarmed several zombies around. Although they did not smell any breath of living people, they still turned around and followed the sound.
The feet of the black ghost suddenly exploded, and his body rushed into the group of corpses like a black whirlwind. Two big hands grabbed the heads of a zombie each, and used both arms to force them together.
Snap ——!
The heads of the two zombies exploded on the spot like watermelons hit by the impact, and red and white brains splattered everywhere.
The invisible figure of the black ghost briefly showed part of its shape in the dark red dirty blood, and after a moment, it disappeared again in the air with the blood dripping.
"This won't work, the speed is still too slow!"
Roger controlled the black ghost to grab the billboard outside the kiosk, and swung his arms and smashed it hard on the neon light box not far away.
Crash ——!
Dozens of glass bulbs shattered with a loud sound, and nearly half of the zombies in the square turned their bodies at almost the same time, and rushed over here with their teeth and claws.
Soon, a terrifying tide of more than a hundred zombies gathered around the small kiosk.
Roger was not worried but happy. He pulled out a parking lot sign with the letter P from the lawn with his arms, and used it as a weapon to sweep across the zombies swarming in front of him.
[You have obtained a weapon - a parking sign. Do you want to consume 50 points for certification? ]
[Hint: Certified items will have no durability limit and can be taken out of this world after the mission is completed. ]
As the prompt popped up from the bottom of his vision, Roger directly chose to deny it.
The biggest feature of this illusion is that anything that can be carried will be regarded as a weapon. If you don't make a choice, it is easy to bring back a bunch of useless garbage.
Swish ——!
Almost at the same time as he made the choice, the edge of the circular sign of the parking sign passed through the necks of four or five zombies in succession, and several rotten skulls rolled to the ground.
The zombies roared and growled, and the remaining biological instincts made them vaguely feel the approach of some kind of danger, but the sensory organs evolved for flesh and blood could not detect the existence of the black ghost composed of IBM particles.
For a moment, the black ghost controlled by Roger seemed to have entered an unmanned area, and the parking sign in his hand seemed to have become a hot butter knife, cutting these dumbfounded zombies layer by layer.
The circular sign was chopped out of shape, so he simply used it as a stick, swinging the iron pipe as thick as his wrist and smashing it over. The efficiency of killing zombies was not much worse than before, and the visual effect was even better.
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