Lost Paradise? Game on!

"Senior Tachibana, when do we start?"

Ming Long disappeared into a gray curtain of light just as he appeared.

And Ju was staring at the belt in his hand in a daze.

If this thing wasn't so heavy, he would have found it hard to believe that what had just happened was real.

"We need to wait for an opportunity. Although Murakami is our ally on the surface, it does not mean that we need to help him or even rescue him."

Now their position is very delicate.

I heard from Chairman Tianwanglu that they originally wanted to merge with the human survivors and keep each other warm together.

However, later investigations revealed that the human race has now been completely infiltrated by the undead beasts, and even the leader of the current human survivors is a true undead beast.

I heard he's also good at mind control.

The reason why Tachibana and his friends are still full of hope is that they have the most advanced technology and the most capable leader, Tianwanglu.

With their scientific research results, they will be able to save the world sooner or later. Most people on the board firmly believe this.

"That man has already left. If there is no suitable opportunity to escape today, we can just make a long-term plan."

Ju gently pulled down his collar and spoke nonchalantly.

Just like he said, preserving one's own combat power is the top priority.

. . . . . .

As a newly transformed experimental subject, Murakami cannot yet exert the full strength of his body, but even so, he still firmly suppresses the protagonists.

But after Kazuto Kazuya kept changing his posture, especially after a numerical monster holding a drumstick appeared, he was somewhat unable to resist.

After transforming into Hibiki, Kazuto Kadoya directly used a combo on him without any explanation.

A huge drum hit Murakami directly on his body. It was a stable control, and then he picked up the drumstick and hit it hard on his chest.

But a few other guys who don't follow the moral code of martial arts are still accumulating strength and using their ultimate skills.

After being hit by several fatal attacks in a row and another flying kick from Onodera, Murakami finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Green blood flowed from all parts of his body, and even the only remaining head showed some signs of desertification.

"Damn it, you damned guys!"

Roar!

A huge roar came from Murakami's body and spread far into the forest.

Just when everyone was wondering what he was doing, the human undead beast was suddenly startled and let out a low growl.

"Hurry up and give him a fatal blow! There are many undead beasts rushing towards this side!"

To everyone's surprise, the person who reacted the fastest on the spot was Kadoya Kadoya, who had been waiting for an opportunity.

【Final FormRide! Fa-Fa-Fa-Faiz! 】

The moment he inserted the card, Qiao, who had been standing by his side on high alert, suddenly felt his body malfunction.

"Huh? What's going on? I can't control my body!"

After a simple transformation, Takuya was transformed into Faiz Burst Cannon by Kadoya Kadoya.

"This is the final blow, go ahead!"

Kazushi Kadoya pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A huge amount of energy poured out and went straight towards Murakami.

"Damn it, is this the end? I won't accept this!"

Just when most people thought they had finally won, something strange happened.

"Stop!"

The red beam of energy stopped straight in front of Murakami, which stunned him for a moment even though he had already given up hope.

Except for him, the time of everyone present was frozen at the same time.

"Who is it? Come out quickly!"

Murakami heard it clearly, and at the most critical moment, a strange voice shouted "Stop".

"Hahaha, this is really interesting."

A young man with blond hair, wearing a red top and blue jeans, who looked like a gangster, appeared from behind a tree, holding a bag of potato chips and laughing.

"You're actually able to do so well. Your body isn't much different from our real Undead."

"Undead? So you are... a high-level Undead who can transform into a human?"

Murakami covered his chest with his hands. His injuries were more serious than he had imagined. The moment he relaxed, the pain in various parts of his body made his consciousness a little fuzzy for a moment.

"Hey, that's not accurate enough."

A hint of arrogance appeared on the young man's face.

"Can you call me king?"

"King?"

Murakami suddenly remembered that the information provided to him by Tianwanglu showed that the undead beasts were sorted according to the size and suit of the playing cards.

It is said that the cells of this body of his are taken from the strongest category, King.

"You mean, you are the Category King?"

But his question made the yellow-haired young man somewhat dissatisfied.

He confidently extended a finger and said lightly.

"Hehe, I mean, I'm the strongest Undead."

Murakami opened his mouth, but the other party's words left him speechless for a moment, so he could only change the subject.

"Why do you want to help me?"

"Why? I just want to mess you all up. More battles like this will be more interesting.

And the power of this body of yours has not yet been fully exerted. I am still waiting to see how strong you can be."

Murakami looked the young man up and down, constantly thinking about the feasibility of what this guy said.

I heard that high-level Undeads have intelligence far beyond that of humans, and this guy came and saved me, but he still pretended to be stupid.

According to his speculation, he most likely wanted to use himself as an observation object to confirm the fusion of the undead beast cells and Ophino.

But no matter what his purpose is, I still have to thank this guy.

"Is this your ability? If so, I can kill them all right now..."

"I advise you not to."

The yellow-haired young man chuckled and stopped Murakami from taking any further action.

"The time in this space has been stopped. We can't get in. And with their powerful strength, this guy won't be able to hold on for too long."

As he spoke, an Undead that looked like a golden beetle walked out from behind a tree not far away.

Murakami narrowed his eyes slightly.

From his words, we can know that the ability to stop time seems to be the power of this golden beetle.

Murakami wanted to ask something else, but he heard a familiar voice that sounded like it came from hell.

"Hey, are you guys done talking?"

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I didn’t expect it would reach chapter 100 so soon. Thank you all for your support.