Attacking Zombie Puppet の小説・ストーリー

I keep my eyes on the monster, whose teeth are only inches away from my jugular. Cree sees me in distress but is busy with two others, so I am on my own. I must scoot with this zombie asshole attacking me. He snaps and barely misses me, but I have the advantage now that the stick is in my grasp. “Go to hell, you blood-sucking apocalypse bastard!” I scream as I plunge the dainty tree limb into the middle of his chest cavity. Mr. zombie deadweight slumps on top of me. I shove his limp body off, get to my feet, and then pull out the piece of wood stuck in his chest. This could be useful later.

The command entered their ears. Standing behind Mystic Vale, the three three-meter-tall Ultimate Zombie Puppets simultaneously let out a dull, soulless roar! Their bodies shuddered as the black iron armor on their surfaces clashed loudly. The ghostly green bone spurs at their joints surged outward by several inches, and the Soul-devouring Flame embedded in their eye sockets suddenly flared, transforming into two blazing masses of green fire. Without hesitation, without doubt, without fear, the three magical puppets rose into the air like three colossal black mountains, carrying a terrifying pressure that tore through space as they brutally smashed toward Carl atop the stone platform!

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

Scarlett stood behind Malcolm, backing up toward their truck one step at a time. "Scarlett, get in the car first!" "No!" "You're out of energy already! I don't need a woman with nothing left to fight with! Get inside!" Malcolm roared. Scarlett was struggling to form one last fire orb, but the power slipped right out of her grasp. At that moment, a long-haired zombie suddenly lunged from somewhere in the dark, jaws wide open, aiming straight for her. It happened too fast. By the time Scarlett reacted, the zombie's rotting, pus-covered face was already inches from hers.

All of them were wielding weapons. It had mutated into something scary and disgusting. It was much more horrifying than the haggard, giant spider that was the old hag. Willow had a thought and said, "Let me test the waters." Purple light glowed in her eyes, and it shot right at the zombie monster that had just been put together. Its massive body had been moving forward and was stomping toward Chase and the others. However, it looked like it was turning away. The giant, old hag noticed this unexpected turn and roared angrily at the sky.

She’s probably somewhere hiding in the dark bushes and watching us. I have to be vigilant. She must be observing, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack. “Watch out!” James alerted, his eyes filled with worry while holding puppets himself. I immediately swung my sword when I heard an incoming attack from behind. My weapon brutally pierced the puppet’s chest, dark blood coming out of its mouth. Its lifeless body dropped on the ground. I didn't even have enough time to recover because more of those puppets came rushing to attack me. I fought valiantly, my sword flashing in the dim light as I slashed at the relentless attackers. Beside me are our injured werewolf warriors transformed and

Then it dove after the Shape Shifter with jaws the size of a bear trap. Nathan tried to deter the beast, but he, too, was easily swept aside by the giant hands. He narrowly dodged a blow, jumping and rolling, hitting the ground, and then immediately recovering its stance. My eyes widened as I looked at the collection of vampires around us. At this point, there had to be dozens. A few had wedged themselves between Nathan and I, making it obvious we were widely outnumbered. Usually, I had a hard time inflicting pain on people. But these things were not human, so I put my ethics aside.

The woman’s small puffed-up eyes were flashing with malice. “And who do we have here?” she spoke in a dry husky voice. A warning bell sounded inside the zombie. A loud one. His instincts were much stronger than those of a human being. However, they worked too late. Livia turned her wheelchair around and stretched out a crooked wrist like a chicken claw. At the same moment, the Dark was roused, heading towards the undead in a death-dealing wave. Zomzom twitched in a fit of horror, but he couldn’t move. His limbs froze. He felt as if he’d turned into a puppet. A doll with only his eyes alive.

She yelled, feeling the pain shoot through her nose. "Somebody save me," Maris cried. Linda grabbed her arm and pulled her up. The chain around her wrists didn't give her the chance to forget her fist on Linda's face. "And you have a child. You're heartless." Linda chuckled darkly, before shoving Maris and asking her to move forward. Dracula crouched and Lucy got on his back. Linda crouched and motioned for Maris to get on. "No." Maris tried to act stubborn, but climbed the moment the vampires with pale skins showed her their fangs. Some were white and some, yellow.

Chapter 27: Vampires Fight Phil looked at a beautiful thrush on a tree—it was the only bird that didn’t run away because it couldn’t feel the danger he presented. Chuckling, Phil jumped on the branch of the tree and grabbed the thrush. His eyes turned black as he mumbled, “Bring Becca Hertford to this jungle, will you?”