The "Fox's Cave" command on the edge of the Tal Desert instantly fell into a dead silence because of the words of the "witchcraft" saint.

Only after a word woke up the dreamer, everyone realized this very important issue.

yes!

Those who mutated were all candidates for saints, but those Dalits with low identities had none of them mutated, and they were all ordinary zombies without much threat.

All those who are qualified to become saints have special abilities that ordinary people do not possess, or have great expertise in a certain direction, and there are even several very rare superpowers.

Among the saints of the "Saints Association", saints with superpowers are basically always accounted for more than half. Ordinary people do not even have the qualifications to be on par with the saints. Since they hold extraordinary power, how can they be ordinary people?

"Frost" Saint Kawakrt shouted: "Let the living candidates withdraw quickly and cancel the trial, otherwise they can only deliver vegetables, which will make more and more mutated zombies like this."

If only those ordinary zombies who are slow to move need to be cleaned, at most they will be patient and steadily. Sooner or later, there will be a time to eliminate them. At that time, whether it is the "Saints Association" or all human beings can survive this disaster safely.

But now there are two more aggressive mutant zombies, making the situation of the ghoul curse suddenly unpredictable.

No one can guarantee whether there will be more mutant zombies with more weird abilities in the future.

This battle began to become difficult to fight.

"Weapons" Saint Barr said eagerly: "I can kill that long nose, and if anyone helps, that big hedgehog will not be a problem."

For him, the meaning of life lies in fighting, and he likes this extremely challenging battle the most.

As a soldier, Barr would rather die on the battlefield than die in bed at home and shoot the enemy in the head. This is definitely his favorite thing to do.

"I can help!"

"Frost" Saint Chuanket threw out a large bottle of mineral water and heard a dull sound of explosion. The mineral water inside instantly swelled through the bottle body. Before it landed, it condensed into an ice shield and stably inserted on the ground, becoming a tower shield emitting white cold mist. Although it was thin, it could not doubt its hardness.

"Yeah?"

The "Weapon" Saint took out a desert eagle, immediately pushed the bullet and loaded it, aimed it at the Ice Shield and pulled the trigger.

Seven gunshots in a row.

It was obviously a semi-automatic pistol, but it fired the fierce rhythm of an automatic firearm.

Cramped, the half-body ice tower shield standing in front of the "Frost" saint made continuous and slight sounds. Seven 0.5-inch-caliber bullets were nailed to the surface of the tower shield without missing a net, forming a small bullet plum blossom.

From the moment the ice shield appeared, it absorbed water from the air at all times and continued to strengthen itself. While freezing at low temperatures, it formed a special layered structure, completely absorbing the kinetic energy of each bullet to avoid being penetrated on the spot.

"Chuanket, your 'frost' authority..."

Barr was a little surprised to see that the six-out plum blossom warhead he had shot was firmly embedded on the surface of the ice shield.

The Desert Eagle in his hand is the largest caliber one. The magazine can only carry seven 0.5-inch bullets, but it is enough to ensure the headshot of the gun.

"Mr. Enmenamm gave me some advice."

The Inuit nodded shyly.

The prehistoric hero Enmenam also included Frost, which was even more powerful than Chuanket's authority. During the fight when he woke up, he directly suppressed the "Frost" saint without any power to fight back.

"Congratulations, Lord Enmen, for being a good teacher."

Chuanket's authority was completely different, and the other saints sincerely congratulated the "Frost" saint.

No one else can get anything from this prehistoric hero except this Inuit.

If it weren't for the trouble of preparing for a sleeping place again and solving the troubles of ghoul curses, Enmenam might even be too lazy to pay attention to them.

The "Saints Association" is not a kingdom, and the saints are not a king. How could a hero who commanded all countries in the prehistoric period look down on this organization that is inconspicuous in the world?

"The bad news is not over yet, the camera is aimed at the oasis!"

"Shirt Spirit" Saint Sophia Green threw away another laptop with a scrapped hard drive.

This time she brought 100 laptops, 500 hard drives, and a professional computer maintenance team. But even so, she still couldn't stand the backlash after the failure of the "Yan Ling" authority. If it weren't for the backlash that only ended with the carrier that recorded the story, if it were traced back to Sofia herself, she might have to be seriously injured even if she didn't die, and she wouldn't have any good results.

Even if she tried her best, she still couldn't control the entire situation and could not stop her from moving in an unpredictable direction.

On the 200-inch wide-screen projection cloth, the picture immediately froze and aimed at the oasis.

A drone ventured to approach the air at a low altitude. If it dared not fly higher, it might be discovered by the Pakistani air defense system dozens of kilometers away.

The radar system reconnaissance radius of India and Pakistan is basically intertwined, and can cover each other's territory and can continue to go deeper to a long distance.

The "Saints Association" can only rely on the operator's superb technical level and use low-altitude flight to carefully penetrate the Taal Desert. Fortunately, the weather conditions today are good, the wind is weaker than level 3, and the sky is clear, and there is no wild sand flying.

Otherwise, the lower the altitude of the drone, the greater the probability of crashing by bad weather.

There are many aluminum thermal grenades, but there are only a few drones, and one less is thrown. This is not a matter of whether it is money or not, but it is quite difficult to supplement. Assembling a drone is much more complicated than assembling a grenade.

Under the camera of the drone, the number of zombies in the oasis suddenly increased and could be seen almost everywhere.

Located in the eastern district of the oasis, the green grasslands arched without warning, like shocking graves bulging. Then one big beetle after another, which was as big as a car, came out from under the grass.

“WTF?”

"Music" Saint Hammern Smith pointed at the projection cloth with disbelief and said furiously: "No one will tell me that this is also a zombie?"

"As we all know, it's a beetle!"

"Shirt Spirit" Saint Sophia Green replaced it with a new laptop.

She is a writer, knows astronomy and geography above and silt below, and naturally has more knowledge than ordinary people.

"Magic" Saint Merlin Jack said in a desperate tone: "Beetle zombies, a new species has appeared again, this is the worst time, the ghoul curse has finally spread across species."

If we continue to mutate endlessly, the end of human beings is probably coming.

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Chapter completed!