The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1013

Seven or eight zombies hung on your body, opened their huge mouths, and fiercely bit down. Blood gushed out of their skin and flesh. When these zombies were closest, his dead companion was less than two feet away from Dennis Miller.

Dennis could see the unwillingness in his companion’s eyes as they slowly dropped to their knees. There were five zombies lying on his body. These zombies’ arms were like iron shovels, stabbing into the backs of his companions. They bit on his companions’ legs and necks, and the wound were so deep that the bones could be seen. After his companion fell to the ground, these zombies tore off the armor on the companion’s body as if they were tearing paper, opened the chest and opened the belly, and fought for the internal organs.

“You bastards!” Dennis roared.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he was not afraid at all. At this moment, there was only extreme anger.

“Why are you dead people here?!”

Bang!

His arm seemed to be full of strength all of a sudden. He smashed the head of the zombie in front of him into pieces. If the zombie were a human, he would have been dead by now. However, it didn’t matter if a zombie had a head or not. The white bone claw grabbed Dennis by the neck Instantly, in the next second Dennis found it difficult to breathe. At the same time, a chill ran down his back, and he felt a sharp pain.

Without even looking, he knew that it must be another zombie, it rushed up and bit his back. Hot blood spurted out.

‘Am I going to die?’ Dennis’ eyes filled with regret.

“Unfortunately, I failed to stop these zombies…”

Blood kept gushing out, and the air in his lungs became less and less. He could sense that the sky was growing darker and darker as it bore down on him.

At this time, he felt a tremor on the ground. In the next moment, a huge roar, like a volcanic eruption, rushed over. The ground cracked and broke.

Dennis’ eyes went wide as he saw what he would never forget. A fire column, thick beyond description, rose from a corner of the town like a fire dragon. The golden-red flames, with unparalleled power, instantly swept over the place and spread outwards. Even though they were far away, Dennis could still sense the destructive power. The corners of his mouth lifted at this moment.

“The chief and the others have succeeded…”

The fire that shot up to the sky reddened the sky. Half of Mountain Town was turned into ashes in an instant. The terrifying power generated by the explosion was instantly cleared out of the sea of corpses. The rolling flames swallowed the zombies and burned them into ashes in an instant.

The constantly moving sea of corpses stopped at this moment. Although the process would not last long. They also paid the price of half of the town being destroyed and hundreds of people losing their lives. But as long as he could earn a chance for those who survived, it was worth it.

The flames didn’t engulf Dennis Miller. However, the surging air blast rolled him up and tore the zombies off his body into pieces. He was slammed into the wall, blood spraying out of his month. But he was smiling.

It seemed that the wound on his body was no longer so painful. Leaning against the wall, he staggered to his feet, looking for a broken sword that had fallen off of him.

Dennis gasped. As he looked at the looming images of the zombies, he tried his best to recover his strength.

When the zombies passed through the flames, as long as he did not fall down, he would stand in front of them again. The flames and explosions had indeed blocked the sea of corpses. But it only lasted about 15 minutes.

Soon, the group of zombies rushed over again. There were only less than a quarter of the hundreds of people left. And each of them was seriously injured. However, the other guards, like Dennis, gritted their teeth and endured the pain. They picked up the weapons that had been left behind. If they didn’t pick up any, then they would grab onto a brick and a tile. A feeling of fearlessness filled them as they walked toward the sea of corpses.

Those zombies had been burned by fire, and half of their bodies were still smoking. They were incomplete and became more horrible.

Dennis Miller stepped forward. This time, he should not be able to survive. But before that, he had to pull at least one, no, two zombies together!

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that his whole body was full of strength.

100 meters…