After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

This was probably the most difficult night in Yokohama's history.

It is different from the fear that Leibo Street brings to people.The journey of Leibo Street is in the blink of an eye. Before people feel fear or struggle, they are destroyed by this sudden disaster, and even wiped out all traces of living in this area.

But this time the zombie invasion brought by the ghost king is completely different. It is also a disaster, but its scale is larger, but people have a glimmer of hope for Dawn.

Any resistance is positive for them.

Yokohama fell into eternal night, and the organization resident in the night chose to join forces with Yokohama's white night and sunset to turn the clock that marked the wrong time back to the correct track.

The highest iron wall in the history of Yokohama protects ordinary people without any combat capabilities, while those hideous monsters firmly surround their fortress, trying to break through the human defense line from any weak point of resistance. Bring to this land.

The combat helicopters dispatched from the military base in Yokohama were soaring in the sky, strafing the painless monsters with fierce shelling.Weapons soaked with wisteria flowers are fatal to them. They howl and howl, but even if the whole body has only one arm and one leg left, and the body has begun to ashes, the monsters still irrationally move towards human beings. The direction is climbing.

And more zombies are still coming in a steady stream.

Just as Onimai Tsuji said, human warriors are gradually entering a desperate situation.

There is always a time when hot weapons are exhausted.

Ammunition could no longer be distributed to the aerial team above, and the soldiers on the ground guarding a passage in the fortress had been retreating steadily in the continuous and tireless attacks.

If they backed away completely and escaped, what they would face would be an army of monsters breaking through the line of defense and killing innocent people thoroughly.

The military rank on his chest was already stained red with blood, the tired officer covered his face, his temples thumped again and again.His face was covered with blood, some of his own, some of his companions.Under the attack of the zombies, the communication tools they used to contact the outside world have been completely destroyed, just like the isolated island where Robinson Robinson once lived. They can only stay where they are with difficulty, and there is darkness before them.

"How many people are left?"

"Report! The investigation team has lost contact across the board. There are 3 people in the first team and 5 people in the second team...the total number of people is 36!"

"How about the ammunition?"

"..."

A suffocating silence.

Trembling, the officer took a deep breath, rubbed his face vigorously, and couldn't find a suitable language to arrange the next task.

There are less than 40 people left. If they want to stop thousands of troops, do they really have any hope?

The young soldier wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes, showed his white teeth, and saluted the officer with his chest upright: "Please give instructions!"

The officer looked at him: "How old are you?"

He was confused for a moment, but he still answered the boss's question obediently: "Report! 19 years old!"

The officer's eyes were bloodshot, he smiled wryly and shook his head, unable to say anything to tell the young child to run for his life.Nowhere was safe, and he had nowhere to go.

In this case, it is better to advance and retreat with the people behind you.

He was about to speak when he was interrupted by another soldier rushing over.

"Heaven, heaven—"

The officer's expression darkened, and he quickly followed the soldiers out.

What he saw was not what he expected, such as a new type of monster attacking from above, but what shocked him even more, and also the sad scene.

The air force that has consumed all the ammunition/ammunition should have no combat capability. They should return to the base's tarmac and wait for the next action—maybe there is no other action, and they are not the only team that lacks weapons— Yet they still entrenched above the fort that protected the people.

During the communication, only the sound of dull breathing could be heard, as well as the hissing noise of the old-fashioned TV set when there was no signal. The air force unit at a high place lowered their eyes and watched every place where sparks burst out.

"What should I do? I don't want to go back yet."

"I haven't had fun yet."

"What will your wife do if you don't go back? You can't leave her alone?"

"Tsk, people are gone long ago, if you catch up now, maybe you can catch up."

"...I, I want to go back, but if I go back, will my parents have no hope?"

"It's good to go back and meet."

"Then I won't go back either, hehe."

There was silence for a while, and a heavy sigh came from the communication.

"Then everyone won't go back?"

There were voices of approval one after another.

"In this case, let's see if we can brighten up the sky."

The officers of the troops on the ground stared at the sky.

The combat helicopters are like meteors falling from space, rushing straight towards the direction where the monsters came, with an aura that will never return.

Then there was an explosion, a brief but brilliant brilliance.

With trembling hands, the officer took the general's cap off his head. He couldn't hold it steady for a moment, then lowered his head to pick it up from the ground and patted the dust on it.

"us……"

He choked up, took a deep breath immediately, and suppressed the tremor in his voice.

"Without bullets/bullets, we still have knives and this body of flesh and blood."

"Let's have a match. Whoever kills the most this time will be given a week's leave when I go back. I will let you go home to visit your parents and do what you want to do."

The soldier following the officer pouted: "It's only been a week, it's too stingy." He muttered softly, but moved forward firmly, charging towards those unknown dangers.

The fire that bloomed from the battlefield was naturally seen by the stalemate Ozzy and Kimai Tsuji.

Ghost Mai Tsuji smiled bitterly: "How touching."

"But when people's beliefs are shaken and collapsed, they will realize that these are just futile efforts, all of which are in vain."

"They'll figure it out sooner or later."

The flames in the battlefield were really too great, really dazzling like a sun rising from the sea level.Because the airflow generated by the explosion came late, the wind and sand dust that was rolled up all over the place also brought a pungent smell of blood.

The sea of ​​flames made the monsters howl even more violently.

But in the raging fire of the prairie fire, a huge black sphere appeared in vain.

On all sides of the sphere are monsters.The monsters couldn't feel the pain, and naturally they couldn't feel the black tentacles raging from the sphere passing through their bodies.They just rushed mindlessly, trying to tear the ball apart with bloody limbs.

In the sound of an explosion as if the sky was falling apart, the monsters covering the sphere layer upon layer were instantly bounced away, and a figure that could be seen as a human rushed out of the sphere with a fierce and bloodthirsty aura. They attack the surrounding things differently.

Although he didn't have the wisteria flower that could completely wipe out the ghosts, the recovery speed of the torn ghosts couldn't keep up with the attack speed of this person.

A ghost that had been torn in half was still writhing on the ground, and a new layer of flesh was growing in the middle of his body, which was about to glue his body together again.It's a pity that this sudden murderous kick crushed his hard-earned regrowth.

From his bright hair color, Oz realized that this killing god covered with black marks on his body was none other than Nakahara Chuya.

His breath became so different that Oz didn't recognize him for a moment.

Nakahara Chuya let out a meaningless roar, like a wild beast that was out of control, and seemed to have no other thought but to attack the living things in front of him.

Guiwu Tsuji raised his brows in surprise: "It seems that you are not the only non-human thing standing on the human side."

what happened?Are there no humans in the Central Plains?

Osamu Dazai held his chin, snorted and laughed suddenly: "It's dirty."

Oz frowned: "Is it Chuya's ability? I thought he could just manipulate gravity."

Osamu Dazai didn't know what he thought of: "You know Chuya?"

"Oh, yes, since you know me, you should also know him."

Oz: "..."

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "It's a supernatural power, but it's just a supernatural power that can't be controlled except for being disqualified from the human world. Maybe I can send this slug on the road to hell first. It's really cheap for him."

Why say such horrible things at this time? !And Osamu Dazai seemed to be really thinking about the feasibility of this plan.

Ozzy sighed: "Are you going there?"

Osamu Dazai was surprised: "Why should I go there?"

Oz: "... Zhong is also your friend."

"Friend? Don't insult this word," Dazai Osamu leaned on the armrest, relaxed as if he was just an ordinary person watching the scenery.He raised his eyebrows and said, "I see your expression, it doesn't look like you want me to leave."

"..." Ozzy pursed his lips, turned his head without looking at him and did not deny it, "Don't let Chuya..."

"Humph."

Dazai didn't respond, but Oz knew he had accepted his offer.

These are two battlefields.

The ghost king and the blood clan.

Monsters and humans.

They all have their own missions.

Tongues of fire licked the entire land, and the fiery light made people wonder if dawn had come.

Oz watched silently, and the King of Ghosts used what he called "the power of the soul" to gather many things—such as gravel, remains of corpses, in short, everything in sight—to the Together, it became a solid armor covering his body.

He finally took out the weapon that once belonged to Oz.

It was the only weapon in the world that could kill him, or Oz for good.

The ghost king swooped down from the other end of the sky with a knife, the sharp blade aimed at the position where Oz was, and cut through the air at a position tens of meters away from Oz, allowing an invisible attack to come in front of Oz .

Ozzy's dodging speed was also very fast, and he was ready to dodge almost as soon as he noticed Kimai Tsuji's movements.

It's a pity that the sharp knife is not so easy to dodge.

The knife that was cast to hunt and kill dark creatures has already engraved the instinct of chasing them into the blade. Even if Oz dodges, part of its attack still turns to where Oz landed.

Hearing a "poof", Ozzy's wings that were opened for defense in an instant were cut open with a wound.

Blood flowed profusely, and soon gathered into a pool of blood on the ground.

Because of the power of the curse contained in the knife, this wound caused the blood race's innate recovery ability to fail.

This is a real knife.

Ozzy didn't pay attention to the wound, his wings shook twice, and then dissipated in mid-air, and the remaining feathers turned into daggers, stabbing crazily at Wu Mi's position.

Wu Mi opened his arms: "Is that all you have strength?!"

The threads that converged on Wu Mi's body converged on his reluctance, blocking all his wings.

Of course it's more than that.Oz was expressionless, and a golden light appeared on his wrist. The magic had become instinctive. As soon as he thought about it, he immediately appeared behind Wu Mi.

His hands were pinched into sharp claws, and he pierced Wu Mi's body with his bare hands.

In the next second, Wu Mier in front of him turned into a puddle of black blood full of stench, fell to the ground, and then recondensed into a human form not far away.

Ozzy's shoulder was pierced by a knife, Wu Mi pulled out the knife, and the gushing blood spattered his face.He didn't groan/groan, he just retreated calmly to a safe distance.

"You don't want to kill me."

"Of course, I want to torture you more."

Ghost Mai Tsuji has planned for a long time just to let Oz taste the taste of being betrayed by humans. Unfortunately, he failed, but it is not a failure. It is too slow to wait for Oz to reach the point where everyone shouts and beats , he couldn't wait.

So he has new plans.

Time seemed to stand still, only the roar from a distance let them know that the battle was not over yet.

"I want you to be betrayed by your closest relatives and loved ones, and I want you to give up human beings."

"impossible."

"Then I will kill you."

Oz laughed, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth: "You won't kill me, you can obviously pierce my heart, and then go to build the world you want, but your world needs to be exchanged for eternal life, you can't bear it. "

"..." Guiwu Tsuji's eyes immediately became fierce, "You have become eloquent, I don't like it."

Oz's answer was to rush forward silently, looking for any place that might consume Wu Mi's power.

The monsters kept coming up, and the fiery emotions of the ghost king made them even more excited at this moment.

No part of the land is clean.

More and more fortresses were breached, and the cries of grief belonging to humans became louder and louder.

There is only one in the Central Plains who has turned into a ruthless machine. He is panting, and he is stepping on the road to death from exhaustion step by step.

So many people died.

But the monsters are still unabated.

Crowded in the final darkness, people stared at each other for a long time.

They are falling.

"Are we dying?"

Someone asked, but no one answered.

Everyone seems to know the answer.

Oz had no time to think about the battle situation on the other side. Those things that penetrated into Wuyou's body were sending him seemingly endless energy, making him repair the wounds caused by Oz over and over again.

Gotta figure out a way to break those wires.

But there are more than tens of thousands of threads, as many monsters as there are threads connected to Wu Mi's body.

He raised his head, with rare anxiety, but saw that under the dim moonlight, a helicopter was quietly approaching the dome in the sky that humans could not detect.

Ozzy paused, and Kiwu Tsuji clearly realized something. He quickly wanted to approach the helicopter, but was kicked back to the ground by Ozzy who flashed in the air.

Ozzy finally felt a little relieved: "You are in a hurry."

The muscles on Guiwu Tsuji's face twitched for a moment, enraged by this sentence.

The person on the helicopter was Osamu Dazai.

"Disqualification on Earth" is his ability, and he can nullify other people's abilities through contact, even Oz's magic.

Then he may naturally disintegrate the thing that transmits power to Wu Mi.

Osamu Dazai, who had transformed into a vampire, saw very clearly the energy cluster entrenched above.

He glanced towards the ground and saw Ozzy who was still fighting with Wu Mi. From a long distance, the two of them briefly looked at each other.

Then he gave the remaining bit of attention to Chuya Chuya, who was still mad.

"Tsk, wait, don't die."

Oni Wu Tsuji Wucan was so angry that he could only watch Dazai Osamu approach the source of his strength under the obstruction of Oz.

And at the moment Dazai Osamu's fingertips touched the energy cluster, Oz seized this opportunity, condensed his palm into a wind blade, cut off the tentacles connected to Wumi's body, and quickly gave birth to a wisteria flower mill Breaking into juice, he pressed his juice-soaked palm onto Wu Mi's face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

He wanted to struggle, but Oz's magic had already been activated, the golden halo imprisoned his limbs, and Oz's hand had already grasped Wu Mi's wrist, and he broke it with a "click" The ghost king's wrist, using an extremely twisted posture, raised the knife through Wu Mian's hand, and then stabbed it down fiercely!

Oni Wu Tsuji's eyes widened, his throat made a sound like a blowing bellows, his pupils trembled, as if he hadn't thought that he had failed so easily.

"You..." Blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth and eye sockets.

"It's over, Muma Onimiya Tsuji." Oz pulled out the knife, and Wuyou spat out another mouthful of blood.

"It's over...no, it's not...it's not over yet," Wu Mi struggled to sit up from the ground, and then Oz stabbed him through the shoulder again, "You think, ahem...it's over? They will be infected... ...more people, I am dead, and none of you can escape!"

Oz gritted his teeth: "How to stop!"

"Stop? You kill everyone...everyone, all of them," Wuyou smiled strangely, "Kill them all, and it will be over naturally."

Human suffering continues.

The raging fire gradually died down, like the last sunset before darkness fell.

The flame is not the sun, and what illuminates the ground is only a lamp burned with human bodies. The lamp will be extinguished, and the dawn has not yet come.

Ozzy clenched the knife in his hand and faced the human fortress, but he didn't know what to do next.

Wu Mi should be his final goal, but now he finds that after Wu Mi is solved, the fate of Yokohama has not changed.

Obviously when going to the future that time, Yokohama was still Yokohama, not a hell on earth.

How to do it to get to that ending?

A cold touch spread from his arm, Ozzy lowered his head, it was a green sprout.

It's a little wilted, and doesn't really like this place full of death.

Ozzy suddenly remembered that phone call from Odasaku, and his eyes lit up: "You can cure the infection, right?"

The bud pressed its leaves against Ozzy's side face, as if stroking him, soft and itchy.

"You never told me you still have this role."

Leaf trembled, as if complaining, "You didn't ask me."Its movements are lingering and lingering, revealing a feeling of longing for no reason.

It was a plant that grew up with Oz, and it has been by his side for as long as he can remember.

It lives on Oz.

The buds and Oz are in the same mind, no matter how unwilling it is to be watched by Oz so tenderly, it can only slowly start to grow in all directions.

People discovered that every place that was stained red by blood began to grow a touch of green. It looked extremely weak, shivering in the breeze, but tenaciously entangled the bodies of those monsters, trapping them in the original place. Land, wrap them up with your body, and then work hard to grow flower buds.

"Then, what is that...?"

"Looks like a white rose?"

Every time a rose blooms, it consumes the vitality of the blood race.It is attached to Ozzy, so naturally it can only feed on Ozzy.

But the life of the blood race is unlimited, even if it is consumed now, it can always be slowly restored through deep sleep.

Oz closed his eyes, feeling the calmed monsters in silence.

Only a small number are slowly recovering, but as long as they recover, they will return to their original appearance sooner or later.

I can rescue part of it first, then sleep to recover, and then continue after waking up.

It may take a long time to restore Yokohama to its original state, but that's okay, the most important thing in his long life is time.

And Dazai, Dazai can accompany him.

Once everything is on the right track, they can together—

A familiar breath appeared from behind, and Ozzy couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

He curled his eyelashes—I don’t know when it started, whenever he saw Dazai, he couldn’t help but want to smile—turned around, his eyes filled with infinite tenderness.

"Dazai, I succeeded—"

Before he finished speaking, with a strange expression of struggle and pain, Osamu Dazai seemed to be enduring some severe pain, and tremblingly came to him.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his lips were as white as a traveler who hiked through the Sahara desert.

"Do you think it's over?" Onimai Tsuji's body was disappearing, but he was still staring at Oz with a ferocious smile on his lips.

What about Oz?

Oz coughed, and drops of blood fell on Osamu Dazai's chest.

The long knife sank into his body.

The sun rising from the sea level poured down on their shoulders.

——It’s dawn.

The long night is over.