I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Chapter 123 Unbelievable Luck

A sound louder than the tyrant's hammering echoed from the pit, and towering flames evaporated the rain, blurring everything in sight.

"Damn it, I don't believe it can dodge like that." Yan Ziming cursed under her breath. She had personally witnessed the tyrant being hit by a shell.

Snapped

Something seemed to fall from the sky and landed at Yan Ziming's feet.

It was an enormous hand, charred black, with a faint, pleasant aroma...

He secretly wiped away his drool, then used the Raikiri to slice across the arm, making the pig's trotter disappear from the world.

These are the hands of a tyrant.

"Is it already dead?"

Yan Ziming frowned; her intuition told her that things weren't that simple.

"Roar, roar—"

Behind a tank, the Tyrant roared madly. Its body was now riddled with holes, and blood gushed out from its more than 20-meter-long body.

It gripped the tank in front of it with its only remaining left hand, squeezing the steel body until it dented, and lifted it overhead.

This scene was somewhat horrifying, because no matter what, it was a tank, even a light tank, which would still weigh over twenty tons! It lifted it with one hand; was its arm some kind of superhuman strength?

Xiao Qi's screams came from inside the tank. Unfortunately, she was hiding inside the tank. The sudden feeling of weightlessness and the squeezing sensation of steel made her scream incessantly.

A sense of foreboding washed over Yan Ziming, and he tried to rush to her aid, but it was too late. The tyrant was about to swing the tank onto the roof of another tank.

"damn it!"

Yan Ziming blamed himself for his carelessness, which had put Xiao Qi and the crew in such a crisis.

However, everything can change for the better; it just depends on whether you can seize the opportunity.

Just as the tyrant was about to smash the tank down, it suddenly felt a chill run down its spine, a threat even more piercing than that posed by Yan Ziming, causing its body to stiffen for a moment.

Although puzzled as to why the Tyrant paused for a moment, Yan Ziming seized the fleeting opportunity, grabbed the Raikiri and swiftly sliced ​​it across the Tyrant's left hand. The sharp blade, combined with the intense heat, severed its other hand as well.

The tank crashed down, and just before it hit the ground, countless bolts of lightning erupted from the earth. The earth's magnetic force lifted the tank for a second, dissipating most of the impact before gradually dissipating.

After doing all this, Yan Ziming's face was a little pale. It might be easy for the tyrant to lift a tank, but it was too much to ask her to use her superpower to lift a tank. Even though she only lifted it for less than a second, it still took a lot of effort for her.

But Yan Ziming had no intention of stopping his attack. Now was the best time to kill the tyrant. The lightning on his Thunder Cutter extended to forty-nine meters long, and the Thunder God's Whip, which had previously wreaked havoc, reappeared, sweeping towards the tyrant.

The tyrant, severely injured, was sent flying more than ten meters away by the whip. The spot where he was struck almost exploded, and lightning burst forth from the wound.

Yan Ziming exhaled, with specks of pale blue debris floating in the air. The Thunder Domain expanded, its power greatly increased compared to before.

She returned to her previous state of overload.

In order to kill the tyrant in the shortest time, Yan Zimo no longer suppressed this state and launched the most ferocious attack on it to date.

One minute.

If the battle ends within one minute, Yan Ziming can continue to act without damaging his physical functions; otherwise, he will have to pay a heavy price to maintain this state.

The tyrant, already at its last gasp, was utterly powerless against Yan Ziming. After all, it had lost both its arms and was left with only its legs; how could it possibly fight back? Its death was already inevitable.

"die!!!"

After more than forty seconds, Yan Ziming roared, and the lightning on the Thunder God Whip was so bright that it illuminated the setting sun with a deep blue light. In an instant, the world changed color. Yan Ziming used all her strength in this decisive blow, and the power was so great that even she herself found it hard to believe.

Rumble—!

Countless bolts of lightning erupted from the ground, stretching for over a kilometer, with a deafening roar like thunder striking the earth. The entire field of vision was covered in azure blue, as if only this one color remained in the world.

"Finally dead..."

Before Yan Ziming's eyes, the tyrant's corpse exploded into hundreds of fragments of varying sizes, scattered in the giant crater scorched red by lightning and emitting blue smoke, mixing with the somewhat thickened soil.

However, its head was relatively well preserved, and its ferocious face still exuded a sense of power even after death.

"Xiao Qi, are you alright?"

Yan Ziming immediately ran to Xiao Qi, who had been pulled out of the tank by Ye Qianxue and the others. After carefully checking her over and finding no signs of injury, Yan Ziming finally felt relieved.

"I'm fine, Sister Zimo."

Xiaoqi's face still showed some fear, clearly frightened when the tyrant lifted the tank.

"It's alright...it's alright."

Yan Ziming gently patted his chest, causing a ripple, and Liu Wenbin, who had just arrived, stared wide-eyed.

"Ahem, thank you for your hard work. I will report your achievements to my superiors when I get back." Liu Wenbin coughed and guiltily looked away.

Honorifics?

When they first met, Liu Wenbin addressed Yan Ziming as "you," but now he uses "you" instead. This change in attitude left Yan Ziming feeling quite surprised.

Yan Ziming sighed inwardly. Even though he had never put on airs and was generally mild-mannered, the huge gap in strength between them still made others fear him!

"Don't call me old. I'm only nineteen this year. Just call me Zimo." The guy, who had been single for decades, said shamelessly, while deliberately putting on a slightly angry expression.

"Then... Miss Zimo?"

Seeing that Yan Ziming was unhappy, Liu Wenbin had no choice but to address her according to her wishes, but he couldn't quite get used to it, so he chose a more moderate way of addressing her.

"whatever."

Yan Ziming didn't try to correct her. She had already tried her best to leave a good impression of being approachable. What would happen to their relationship next depended on his decision.

It would be best if we could become friends. After fighting side by side and working together in perfect harmony for so long, we have built a bond that we call a kinship.

They arrived next to the tyrant's head. Even though only the head remained, it was still larger than Yan Zimo's entire body. Its hideous, blood-red maw could easily fit Yan Zimo lying horizontally inside.

Should we try our luck?

Yan Ziming recalled that a crystal had dropped when he killed the demon wolf last time. Perhaps another one would drop now?

She lifted the Rachel and slowly began to cut from top to bottom.

"May Lord Guan bless me, may the heavens and earth protect me, may all the gods and immortals show themselves..." Yan Ziming murmured some incomprehensible words as he dissected the tyrant's head, seemingly praying for something.

"Whoosh..."

Ye Qianxue, standing beside her, gaped open, for she saw a ray of orange light emanating from the tyrant's head.

Yan Ziming trembled with excitement as he cleanly and swiftly severed the tyrant's head in two, from which an orange obsidian crystal fell out.

"My God, am I really in a period of great luck right now?" Yan Ziming picked up the obsidian, his excitement beyond measure.

"Sister is truly the best!" Ye Qianxue was even more excited than Yan Ziming, the person involved, and immediately praised Yan Ziming to the skies.

"Hehe~ That goes without saying!"

Yan Ziming laughed heartily, but her laughter stopped halfway through because she suddenly realized that the tyrant was killed by her and the people of the Third Company, and the ownership of this obsidian crystal was still unknown.

Chapter 124 Long Time No See?

Liu Wenbin noticed Yan Ziming's worry and said to her with a smile:

"Just take it, don't feel any pressure. If it weren't for you, we'd all be wiped out here, wouldn't you agree?!"

"Yes!"

The sentence he said the year after next was addressed to Liu Wenbin's subordinates, and his proposal received a unanimous response.

Their agreement was reasonable; it was the first time when they were besieged by mutated species, and the second time when they encountered tyrants.

It could be said that the people of the Third Company owed Yan Ziming a huge favor, so returning it to her now was not something they found hard to accept. On the contrary, they felt that a single crystal was not enough to express their gratitude.

Yan Ziming scratched her head, feeling a little embarrassed to swallow such a large piece of cake all by herself.

You know, this is obsidian!

Even if they are ordinary people and cannot use it, if they hand it over to the country, the merit would be enough to earn Liu Wenbin a first-class merit or for the entire group to receive a collective second-class merit.

Putting aside the individual first-class merit award, what exactly does a collective second-class merit award mean?

That's an honor that can only be earned if the entire team has made outstanding achievements and significant contributions.

Whether it's an individual first-class merit or a collective second-class merit, it's extremely rare in this war-torn post-apocalyptic world, and most of them are obtained by people with superpowers. So it's incredibly difficult for a group of ordinary people like them to get a collective second-class merit.

For them, this was the greatest honor.

But Liu Wenbin didn't think so. Glory is good, but you have to be alive to enjoy it. Yan Ziming saved them twice. Rather than getting a collective second-class merit, it would be better to do this seventh-level ability user a favor and gain her friendship in the process. This is the way to go in the long run.

"Look, none of them object, so just accept it." Liu Wenbin walked a few steps away, revealing the soldiers behind him with their honest and simple smiles.

Yan Ziming stopped being coy and put the obsidian into his pocket.

"Thank you."

These two simple words represent all of Yan Ziming's true feelings.

Ye Qianxue also expressed her gratitude along with Yan Zimo. Since her elder sister had received kindness from others, she, as the younger sister, also felt it was necessary to express her thanks.

"Alright, now that the rescue target has been successfully rescued, we should head back." Liu Wenbin ended the conversation first; he couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere.

"day by day?"

Just as Yan Ziming was about to get on the bus, he saw Tian Tian standing there dumbfounded, so he waved his hand in front of her eyes.