One Punch Man King Engine

"Huh? I have a problem with my physical strength."

As the king advanced, the number of zombies eliminated increased greatly, and he felt a little tired. This was his previous battle... oh, he hadn't fought much before.

According to the law of energy conservation, any action needs to consume corresponding energy, and this law also exists on him, and his skill launch needs to consume a certain amount of physical strength.

Originally, his skills were not very powerful, and he could fire explosive energy bombs in succession. However, with the improvement of the skill level, the power of the skills increased, and the stamina required to consume increased. , After firing a few explosive energy bombs, I felt tired.

"It seems that we need to improve our physical strength."

He lowered his body with a slight sigh, chose a high-rise building to rest, and at the same time consumed the hundreds of one-star monster cards he had collected.

This time, he had an unexpected harvest. He actually comprehended the zombie's only skill—infection.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for successfully comprehending the skill of the card character - infection."

He was slightly surprised, and dropped the attribute board to check the "infection" skill.

Infection (Special): Cut through the opponent's skin and inject the zombie virus into the opponent's blood, causing the opponent to mutate into a zombie.

I wipe, there is such an operation?

He looked at the "infection" skill, and his heart skipped a beat, as if he went to other cities to inject some poison, let the world boil, and let himself take off. However, reason and heroic sense of responsibility suppressed his dark thoughts, and absorbed human blood to achieve his own. Strength, too cruel.

Although he didn't have a full sense of justice, he wasn't cruel, so he finally gave up on this crazy idea.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for obtaining 1078 experience points."

"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for successfully reaching level 21, gaining five attribute points and one skill point."

"Huh? Upgraded? There are so many surprises!"

He was refreshed, and quickly added the newly acquired attribute points to his physical strength, and his physical strength immediately changed from 17 to 22. This change made his whole body relax, fatigue was swept away, and he was full of energy.

However, although his physical strength has recovered a lot, he dare not continue to use his own skills, otherwise the recovered physical strength will be lost immediately.

Do you want to use cards?

However, what is even more embarrassing is that he has no suitable cards available. The only long-range attack cards are the newly acquired Fan Ghost and his own full-level cards, and the others are basically monster cards for melee attacks.

Naturally, my full-level cards cannot be used easily, and the fan ghost card has only one skill, which is "wind manipulation". What is the use? Blow away zombies? Not only did it fail to eliminate the harm, but it blown the zombies to other places to harm others.

After a cursory look, he realized that he had no cards suitable for fighting zombies.

Rumble!

However, there is no end to the road, just when he was worried, he suddenly heard the sound of buildings collapsing in front of him. He looked up and saw the fire shining not far away, and a large piece of flame burned the street. , the zombies have turned to ashes.

"Ganos?"

He spotted the handsome and ruthless Genos on the street with sharp eyes. It turned out that the flames that burned the street just now were incendiary cannons. Compared with his headshot method, it is obviously more reasonable for Genos to burn the zombies together with the virus to ashes.

However, what made him very depressed was that the incinerated zombies could no longer be converted into cards, which was equivalent to losing a dozen monster cards at once.

Heartache!

"combustion!"

Whoa!

The flame rises again, illuminating the world, carrying out justice to the end, and erasing evil forever.

"Ganos is here, will Saitama be far behind?"

King's eyes brightened slightly, and he looked for Saitama's shiny bald head, but to his disappointment, there was no sign of Saitama around.

Saitama didn't find it, but instead found an interesting guy. The reason why he was called a guy was because he was not sure whether the other person was human or not.

On the street in the opposite direction from Genos, groups of zombies wandered aimlessly on the street. Once they found blood food, they would immediately pounce on them and bite them until they turned into zombies like themselves.

However, he found a different guy walking back and forth among the zombies, and the zombies completely ignored his existence.

At first, he thought this guy was a mutated zombie, until he saw that as it shuttled past, all the surrounding zombies were punched by its strange-looking attack due to its stiff movements, and then fell powerlessly. The guy is by no means a zombie, because even a ghost-level disaster monster-level zombie is only interested in fresh blood food, and has no feeling for the same kind at all, let alone devouring the same kind of evolution.

"Who is this guy? A hero?"

He stared at the weird guy curiously, and found even more strange phenomenon, this guy's expression was stiff, his face was cold from beginning to end, as if all the muscles on his face had been damaged, and he had no emotion for the zombies around him It fluctuates, its eyes are dull, and its eyeballs are motionless throughout the whole process. Only occasionally, its nose will twitch, as if it is breathing. The only thing that makes it feel a little angry is its low, beast-like growl from its throat .

"Zombies... kill... ho ho... kill... zombies..."

It keeps repeating the two words "kill" and "zombie", and there are no other redundant words or Chinese characters, as if killing zombies is its mission, or it is an order given to it by others, it keeps chanting This is to prevent myself from forgetting the purpose of my existence.

"Hey, why do I need to find out its identity? Anyway, we kill zombies together, so we are teammates."

He shook his head, no longer entangled, followed behind that weird guy, kept drawing cards, did not pick up Saitama's leak, but found a good combat partner, and he was smiling all the way.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for getting a one-star monster card!"

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for getting a one-star monster card!"

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"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for getting a three-star monster card!"

"Damn it, Samsung? Even ghost-level disaster-level zombies were cleaned up without a trace of resistance? This guy is simply a bug for zombies. Zombies ignore it, but it can continue to harvest zombie heads. More importantly What's more, this guy is tireless, and he followed all the way, and that guy has no tendency to soften his hands, and he feels that he is a creature that is completely higher than zombies."

"Hoho...zombies...kill..."

Just as he was flicking the cards with great joy, he suddenly felt that the surroundings were quiet, and the roar of the zombies completely disappeared, leaving only the deep roar of that strange guy, and the sound was getting closer.

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a strange guy was running towards him, roaring incessantly: "Kill... ho ho... Zombies..."

"What's the situation? I'm not a zombie... Could it be that you resent me for picking up the fruits of your labor?"

King was startled, pulled his body up, rose from the sky, instantly distanced himself from that strange guy, and looked down in mid-air.

When the king suddenly disappeared from his eyes, the strange guy didn't move his eyes, his eyes were dull, and his eyes were unfocused. His nose moved, and he suddenly raised his head to "look" at the king in mid-air.

"Is this guy judging the identity and position of the other party by smelling his nose?"

King looked at it thoughtfully. He had been drawing cards all the time, and his body was inevitably contaminated with the breath of zombies, so the opponent judged by his sense of smell that he was also a zombie, so he attacked?

"Who the hell is this guy? It feels like a slave without independent will... Well, or more like a zombie in the legend, eh, a zombie? It also relies on the sense of smell to judge the identity and location of the enemy, and it is also mentally handicapped. ...Combined with its stiff movements, it is exactly like a zombie, so is this guy really a zombie?"

He looked at the weird guy who kept growling at it in disbelief, stunned by his own speculation.

Zombies, zombies... Zombies completely ignore and don't resist weird guys. Is there any connection between the two? reading net