Strange national destiny: My Chinese-style horror scares the world

"Ashiba... look at the zombies outside, what's wrong with them?"

One team member was lying by the window, pointing outside, his expression gradually becoming frightened.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and immediately discovered that the zombie standing in the moonlight in the yard outside was indeed a little different.

Before, after the moonlight appeared, the zombies seemed to ignore them and focused on basking in the moonlight.

At first, they thought that this was because they had cinnabar and copper coins on them.

But now it seems that it is not.

Moonlight seems to have a stronger allure for zombies than the blood of living people.

Of course, what they don't know is that.

Actually, it is because when the moonlight appears,

The king of the zombies, Hanba, has escaped.

Naturally, he no longer needs his zombie minions to collect fresh flesh and blood for him.

And it prefers to taste the blood of these living people one by one as the first wave of sacrifices after regaining its freedom.

So Hanba used one of his abilities to control the zombies in the surrounding area through the moon.

Let them be unable to move for a while,

After all, even if it gave orders to the zombies not to bite the living,

Zombies cannot defy their instincts.

Moonlight, an extremely yin substance, is the best tonic for evil creatures like zombies.

Even if many evil creatures don't eat human flesh, they can still cultivate to a terrifying level just by basking in the moonlight.

After absorbing the moonlight, the zombies emitted bursts of white mist around their bodies, and the water molecules in the air condensed into frost.

As each zombie underwent this transformation, the temperature in the environment seemed to drop by more than ten degrees.

For a moment, everyone felt the temperature drop suddenly, goose bumps appeared on their arms, and the air they exhaled turned into white mist.

"Captain, Captain. I feel like something's not right."

"Yeah, these zombies...seem to have gotten stronger."

"Are you kidding me?! They can become stronger just by basking in the moonlight. Do these zombies know how to photosynthesize?"

"Stupid, photosynthesis requires the sun, but they are basking in the moon."

"Of course, creatures in the mortal world rely on the sun, but these monsters in the underworld definitely need the moon."

"Ashiba, stop arguing."

Park Piao Le growled, interrupting everyone.

Just now another thought popped into his mind.

Although he took over the position of captain since Park Yisheng's death, some strange but helpful ideas began to emerge in his mind.

But he never doubted anything.

He didn't have time to doubt it. He just knew that if he followed the "hint", he would survive.

And his previous thought told him that after these zombies absorbed the moonlight, they were no longer as afraid of the cinnabar and copper coins on their bodies as before.

In other words, these things like cinnabar are useless against zombies now.

He quickly told his teammates this important information.

"Captain, how do you know this?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Just listen to me!"

"Hiss—doesn't that mean... we're back to the beginning?"

"That's right..."

"Ah, bastard...what are you doing? Why don't you just surrender and let us pass? Why are you doing all this nonsense now? It's simply nonsense!"

"Yeah, we were going to win without doing anything."

Everyone's morale suddenly dropped.

Originally they thought they had won, but a sudden change caused them to fall from heaven to hell in an instant.

………………

The audience was even more confused than the people in the Western Eight Nations team about what happened in the copy.

They didn't have a God's perspective and couldn't see the battle taking place by the river.

I don't know why strange thoughts pop up in the team members' heads from time to time.

To them, everything seemed a little inexplicable.

First, the people of the Western Eight Countries successfully broke through the siege with miraculous luck, and even the zombies stopped biting them.

Then, there was the sudden sound of a baby crying, which was extremely creepy.

Now the zombies have mutated again, and the key point is that these players from the eight western countries seem to have a script in their hands and even know about the mutations that have occurred in the zombies.

To put it in general terms, it is a "fight between gods."

They couldn't even understand the most basic operations of these gods.

But they knew that the luck of the Western Eight Nations team was too good, so good that it was a bit abnormal.

Moreover, their people are ridiculously strong and can always make the right choices at critical moments, as if they were assisted by God.

The zombie camp on the other side.

If the situation in the human camp can be explained by "good luck".

Then the zombie camp is really the mysterious and terrifying "Cthulhu".

It cannot be looked at directly, cannot be understood, and cannot be described.

As long as humans can survive in the cracks under the attacks of this terrifying existence, they are lucky and dare not even try to understand or speculate.

In the dark, it seemed as if there were two big hands controlling the entire chessboard.

Whether it is zombies or the strategy team.

They are just two chess pieces on the chessboard.

The real game and fighting actually take place outside the chessboard.

It was as if there were two extremely huge and terrifying existences, staring at everything and controlling everything.

………………

river bank.

The battle between the strange bride and the drought demon continues.

However, this has turned into a one-sided attack and one-sided beating.

The drought demon is like a bullied sandbag. Unable to attack underground, it can only stand on the ground helplessly, enduring the attacks of objects flying from all directions.

This naturally has no significant impact on its tough body.

But it was a devastating blow to its mood.

It is a great drought demon, but it has fallen to this point?

Being beaten by a little female ghost?

What a joke! !

"Roar--!"

A low growl.

Hanba suddenly put his hands into the ground, as if he was doing radio gymnastics.

But then, the ground that his hands touched, which was originally wet river mud, suddenly became dry at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even turned into sand.

A small desert was slowly spreading outwards with him as the center.

"Axiba!"

Su Yi cursed at this moment.

As the creator of this drought demon, he naturally knew that the drought demon had the ability to cause "thousands of miles of barren land, dried-up rivers, and cracked land."

But I didn't expect it to be such a scene.

This is no longer within the capabilities of a zombie, but an extremely terrifying existence that can control the weather and terrain.

Closer to the realm of gods and demons.

Although he is now in a virtual state, hiding underground.

But the air he breathes is connected to the surrounding environment.

If the entire environment turns into a desert climate, it will be so dry that there will not even be a drop of water.

Then he would probably be dried up into a mummy by the wind.

This kind of attack is much stronger than any magic attack.

Instead, it directly and indiscriminately uses map artillery to annihilate all tangible substances.