Novel & Cerita Zombie Devil Chainsaw Man

We both went still when we sensed his presence behind me… in front of Lucas. Swiftly spinning on my heels, I faced the human who looked exactly like the one we had in the dungeons. It was yet another man. “What the fuck is this thing?” Lucas cursed out in disbelief. “Shush!” I quietened him down but it was too late. The zombie’s head angled towards us, having heard or sensed us. This one could be different from the other one. His lips curled up as he growled fiercely at us. He was furious or thirsty… for our blood.

One of them hurriedly put his hands on the ground and aimed the giant cannon on his shoulder at the zombie. Boom, bang! A pulse mixed with an electric current shattered the zombie's right forearm and the gravel stopped instantly. “Damn it, I missed the mark.” The pulse cannon on the man's shoulder gathered energy again, aiming at the zombie’s head. A bat came out from his blind spot and flew to the man's neck, chomping away. Feeling the pain in his neck, the man’s body tilted, and the cannon on his shoulder hit the stone pillar next to him.

A man's cry, raw and animal, stripped of any performance. Pure pain. “The show is on.” Roman chuckled. My steps slowed. Roman didn't stop, so I followed, because stopping alone in this hallway felt worse than continuing. The door was open. Roman walked in. I stopped at the threshold. The room was almost entirely dark except for a single bulb hanging at the center and a strip of pale light from a ventilation grate near the ceiling — enough to tell whether it's night or day. And enough to feel anything but dread. A man hung suspended in the middle of the room, ankles bound, body upside down, hands tied behind his back. He was covered in wounds — some fresh and bleeding freely, some older and

One of the guards' strong hands yanked me up and he unlocked the chains that binded me. “Dante wants you in his room this instant.” he told me. I massaged my wrists as I thought of the possible reasons why Dante wanted to see me. I was expecting him to have me killed or beaten, but he wanted to see me? That was clearly unusual. As I was led into the room, I met Dante as he was seated on the couch, smoking dangerously with his eyes fixed on the door. I was pushed into the room and fell due to my weak legs. It was hard to concentrate or even utter a word as my whole body felt weak.

Then, he remembered that he had a classmate who was a baseball player and always hide his baseball bat inside the cleaning cabinet because his baseball seniors always target him to bully until his body has black and blue bruises. Fortunately, Zack Flint's seat was nearby the cleaning cabinet so he hurriedly look for the baseball bat while his zombie classmates ran on his directions. Now, their movements are agile and fast. One of the zombie classmates opened her mouth and ready to bite down his back but was beaten down because of a strong impact of his swing. He unhesitatingly swings the baseball bat every time a zombie classmate was so close to him. "Aim at their heads!" a woman's voice sou

"I'm gonna kill-" The man last shouted heard when he suddenly fell towards her. In Ha retreated as far back as possible before that person touched her. She looked at the man on the ground and the man standing before her. "Bro-" In Ha widened her eyes. "BROTHEEERRR!!!" She screamed. Right before her eyes, a sword pierced Arthur's body from behind. Arthur grabbed the sword sticking out of his stomach, turned around and horribly slashed at the man without blinking. That head slipped away from his body, hit the cave wall and rolled towards her.

This night, like last night, the zombie was roaming about Ihordarrine’s streets. He was fulfilling his master’s order. He was involved in his duty, and he thought about that first of all, though the damn chain was burning his hands, sucking the Dark out right through his skin. However, if the dead man had been able to express positive emotions, he would have been proud of himself right now: he had charged the artefact really well. He had got into the hospital where ten people had died from some disease right in front of his eyes today.

"Let's go help larry." ***************** The grinding sound of chainsaw suddenly stops as Larry cut through a zombie into half. His body is extremely soak with zombie blood which is going to start stinking anytime from now. "I love this baby," he says, kissing the chainsaw. By the time we get close to him, he turns to us and smile. "Where have the both of you been?" he ask. "I had to go check on China-girl," Eddy replies, pointing at me. "Oh really? Then the both of you left me with our friends here," Larry says, pointing at the heap of zombie corpse around him.

Taking a step forward, I began to go to help, but the beautiful mysterious man halted me. “It’s too late.” His fingers were hot upon my wrist. “What do you mean? You mean…you are here for them?” I stepped back towards him, but I didn’t pull my arm away from his warm grip. “Not all of them, just one. The rest have gone up above. I strictly work below.” “Are you the Grim Reaper?” Tears were building up in my eyes. “My name is Ash and you can say I am the Devil’s right-hand man,” he said. A tear glided down my cheek. Ash reached to my skin and wiped it. “Do I scare you?”

And death he brought. Silver and Colin fought back to back. Two boys fought an army of vampires. Colin summoned five of his chains with sharp edges. Three of them whipped about sending vampires flying into the air with deep gash and wounds, baring their way. Two chains he used to kill. They moved between the vampires, seeking their pay; the vampire’s spines, freeing the vampires' heads from their bodies.