Novel & Cerita Zombie Devil Chainsaw Man

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 Humanoid Mantis vanished from the world permanently with just one swing of the Dragon Slaying Saber held by Lucas. Lucas commanded Biggy to attract more zombies over while he satisfyingly started fusing more zombies. Not long after, Lucas managed to produce a Rank 1 Male Zombie and a Rank 1 Female Zombie. Roar! A furious roar was heard in Lucas's ears. Subsequently, an ox-headed being appeared beside Lucas. It was a Rank 4 Ox-headed Being.

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

As they shot at Death he reappeared behind them, putting his hands on the back of their heads and smashing their faces into the stone floor. Death looked up, horrified. There were humans hanging from chains, missing limbs and losing blood into buckets beneath their hanging feet. One of the humans was barely conscious. He tried to lift his head, but failed. "Please...kill...us" The man's voice was barely audible. "I'm here to help." Death reassured. The man only kept repeating his words over and over. It was clear that his mind had long been broken. Death took out his scythe. "Forgive me for my inaction."

If the hidden zombie attacks, Yanlong will have no place to cry. Snap. Thunk. A female zombie crawled out from underneath the table towards Yanlong. Yanlong ran around the room, turned around the table and scrambled onto the swivel chair belonging to the dean. The crawling zombie shifted its course to reach Yanlong. Yanlong swung around in the chair, blocking zombie's claws with the back of the swivel chair. The Zombie's claws are stuck. Yanlong immediately extended the blood string, swung the string around the zombie's neck, arm stuck in the swivel chair and swivel chair's base, tied a knot.

it can kill uncountable people and your level always stay 0 it look scary but I have believe in me I can handle it bro you can't do that it can turn into cursed if you fail or make small mistakes one thing more demon will try to take over your soul I don't care just give me if you are ready come closer I have to touch your forhead to transfer this energy. this is energy of my soul this is my 100 years saved energy which can be waste if I didn't use it . this way door of darkness will open in your soul

He’s old enough to be my grandpa, but damn that man can kick ass. After I wash off, I step out of the lake to dry off with a shitty towel I have. I’m not even sure it’s really a towel anymore, more like a rag. I’m halfway through drying off when screams from the camp ring through the woods. Shit! They found us. I toss on my shirt, but a dart hits me in the thigh. Suddenly, I become woosy. I fall to my knees as two zombies approach. Two zombies approach me. “Is this her boss?” The one with pale blonde hair asks.

Saint says with an evil smile, his fangs showing and making him look more devilish. Saint nods his head at his men and they immediately grab Maxwell, holding his hands still on the chop board. “I am sorry. Please, please. Don't do this. I beg you." Maxwell starts to cry, fear written clearly on his face as he begs Saint. He searches around for someone to save him from this devil, bit everyone just watched on silently. His pleas fall on deaf ears as Saint ignores them. Saint raises the knife, bringing it down on his wrist and successfully chopping his hands off.

She shook her head, but her expression became hopeful and as they walked between the cages on their search for keys, she came to the door of her cage and wrapped her fingers around the bars, watching. There were twelve cages. Five with werewolf families in them, five with their males. One of the cages held a zombie missing its lower torso but still trying to drag itself across the floor in order to menace the man in the final cage. A man who wore a Van Helsing uniform and sat on his cot, his back to the zombie, his posture defeated. There was a bandage on his forearm.

he murmured. Seraphina straightened as best she could, chin lifted. “If you're here to kill me, get it over with.” A soft chuckle echoed through the hollow room. “Kill you?” he echoed. “No, sweetheart. You’re far too valuable for that.” He stepped closer, and the light finally caught his face. She sucked in a sharp breath. He was beautiful—in the way a blade was beautiful. Sharp, polished, and meant to destroy. Midnight-black hair fell carelessly across his forehead, and his eyes—those eyes—burned with an unnatural crimson glow. A devil’s gaze. No humanity, just hunger.