National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 737 Box
Chen Lin's eyes became even more warlike. He stretched out his hand and shouted, "Give me the knife."

Hearing this, a demon hunter immediately brought a brand new beheading sword and threw it at Chen Lin.

After Chen Lin took the beheading knife, he threw it at Fang Heng.

"Crack!"

Fang Heng's heart skipped a beat when he took the thrown dagger.

[Hint: You got an item - Demon Hunter Chopper].

Item: Demon Hunter Chopper.

Explanation: The Zhan Dao of the Demon Hunter, non-Demon Hunter blood needs to consume extra stamina to use the Zhan Dao.

Attributes: sharp +2, heavy +2.

"call!!"

Fang Heng picked up the broadsword with one hand and tried to swing it sideways.

Immediately, the sword made a piercing sound that was not inferior to the sound that Chen Lin made when he swung the sword before.

Chen Lin stared at Fang Heng, his eyes even more wary.

He felt that Fang Heng's physical fitness far surpassed that of ordinary people!

The other party also has a special bloodline?
"Come again!"

Chen Lin let out a loud cry, stepped on the rotten wooden floor with his toes to create a shallow hole, and flew towards Fang Heng again!

"boom!!!"

The two chopping knives collided fiercely!
Fang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Evenly matched!

The opponent just had a slight upper hand.

"boom!!"

However, the next moment, Fang Heng realized that Chen Lin's eyes were completely covered in red!His entire pair of eyes couldn't see the pupils, and the lines on his body instantly burst into scarlet light.

The power surged again!

"It's the third stage..."

boom! ! !
The huge force from the chopping knife instantly sent Fang Heng flying backwards.

Fang Heng quickly adjusted his figure in the air, his heart skipped a beat.

It seems that purely relying on physical attributes can't suppress the opponent, so I have to think of another way.

Right now the zombie avatar is not around, try using that one.

Fang Heng quickly made a plan in his mind, and quickly took a few steps back.

However, what puzzled him was that he noticed that Chen Lin did not pursue him.

Chen Lin just stood there.

The red light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the tattoos on his body gradually stopped agitating. There was a smug look on his face, "Hey, what do you say? Did I win this one?"

Uh……

Well, even if you win.

Beating a summoner without summons is very powerful and worth showing off, right?

Fang Heng silently put away the chopping knife in his hand.

In any case, it is still very fragrant to hold a handy beheading sword in vain.

"You are very good. Just as a human being, your strength is very strong, so I will give you the knife."

While speaking, Chen Lin slowly put the big knife behind his back, and looked at Fang Heng, "By the way, who did you say you came from? Do you understand sacred science?"

Fang Heng flipped his wrist and took out the Book of Beginning.

The book bloomed with holy light in his hand, illuminating the surroundings.

"That's right. I heard that you demon hunters are looking for someone who understands the science of divinity. I happen to be in a hurry and want to cooperate with you, so I came here uninvited."

what? !

All the demon hunters present, including Chen Lin and Ye Yong, looked at Fang Heng with doubts in their hearts.

The co-authorship has become so popular just now, and you just say you are a mage now?
Chen Lin frowned even more.

The demon hunter is extremely sensitive to the aura of the blood race. He only chose to play with Fang Heng after he confirmed that Fang Heng was not a blood race and Ye Yong made a strong guarantee.

but……

The other party is proficient in sacred science?

Judging from the strength shown in the battle just now, there is absolutely no connection between him and those turtle shells in the Holy Court.

Chen Lin still admired Fang Heng's reckless fighting style, and he asked seemingly casually, "Are you from the Holy Court?"

"No, no, I'm just a scholar. I heard that you have asked the Holy Court for help, but they seem to be busy with other things."

"Cut, that group of rubbish with high eyesight and low hands."

Chen Lin felt that his grandfather was an old antique, yet he was willing to believe in the Holy Court.

"Forget it, you are a guest after all, come with me, lest outsiders make irresponsible remarks, saying that we demon hunters don't know how to treat guests."

Everyone put away their guns.

Following Chen Lin, Fang Heng and his party entered the underground building below the abandoned bell tower.

Sandy followed behind, curiously looking at the layout of the surrounding environment.

"Well, Chen Lin, you have arranged a special magic circle here, right?"

Chen Lin frowned, turned to look at Sandy, "Did you see it?"

"Hey, it's very deep, and it's a magic circle with a long history." Sandy rubbed his chin, "It's really amazing."

"That's right, the magic circle here was left by my ancestors, and it has been around for many years."

Along the way, Chen Lin briefly introduced his identity, "I am Chen Lin, I have been here for several months, and now I am the general manager here, oh, you may know my grandpa, Quinn, he is the The strongest witcher,"

Chen Lin proudly introduced his excellent blood, "You are really good, you have been able to fight against me for such a long time."

"By the way, we demon hunters are not very interested in other things except hunting the blood race."

Fang Heng shrugged.

He was equally uninterested in why witchers and vampires had such a feud.

Chen Lin continued: "By chance, after I came here some time ago, I carried out a big cleaning, and found a secret room in the basement, and found some strange things in the secret room. We took all the useful ones, There are still a few things left that may be related to the Holy Court, so I want to find someone to take a look."

While speaking, Chen Lin had brought everyone to a utility room full of piles.

In the room, a large number of waste materials were piled up in disorder.

"My grandfather is still the same old way, saying that he should return the things in the Holy Court to the people in the Holy Court." Chen Lin curled his lips as he said, pointing to a small wooden box piled up in the corner, "The things are inside."

"I don't want to hand things over to the Holy Court. Why should I give them? These are the trophies captured by our demon hunter ancestors, and they should belong to us demon hunters."

The more Chen Lin spoke, the more angry he was, his disdain for the Holy Court was already written on his face, "Okay, listen to Grandpa, let someone who knows the Holy Court come and have a look, who knows that everyone in the Holy Court is awesome Boom, he said he was busy dealing with the blood race, and he didn't have time, so he will come back later."

"Tch, I haven't seen them deal with the blood race, I only saw them being chased by the blood race. By the way, you heard about the incident in Weicheng, right? I laughed so hard, why did you plan for more than ten years?" Action, that's it? That's it?"

Listening to Chen Lin's complaints along the way, Fang Heng walked to the box that Chen Lin was pointing at, and asked, "Do you mind if I check it carefully?"

"Of course, I just want to find someone who understands sacred science to come over and take a look. If it can be used, we will use it, and if it can't be used, we will destroy it. In short, don't cheapen the bastards of the Holy Court."

"Hey," cried Sandy, "don't insult the dog."

"Oh." Chen Lin patted his cheeks, "My fault, my fault, we took away the rest, and there are some weird things left in the box."

(End of this chapter)