Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 94: Died miserably and was cannibalized
office.

Kishida sat alone in the office with a recorder in his hand.

The whole building might be empty.

All ran away.

As soon as the news of King Zhao's appearance at the evacuation point spread, everyone lost two of their three souls and had only one thought, which was to run.

Most of the senior executives have something to hide.

Someone told him to leave.

Kishida refused.

It’s not that he has any deep feelings for Japan, it’s just that he knows it.

Japan is finished.

The Yin-Yang family has been liquidated, so he will be the next one.

It would be better to die here and gain a good reputation.

Kishida held the recorder in his hand and suddenly laughed.

He thought of the moment when the news from King Zhao came.

Those upper-class people with ties and slicked-back hair were so scared that they were pissing their shits and becoming a mess.

The congressmen are high and mighty, and no matter how big the situation is, they remain calm. They calmly drink the last sip of coffee, eat the last bite of bread, and go on stage to make their speeches calmly.

Because these things have nothing to do with them, but only with the citizens of Japan. No matter how big the incident is, they can still sit on the high platform and enjoy the power brought by their status.

But it's different now.

Blood slaves attack indiscriminately and will not treat anyone differently based on their identities.

"drop--"

Kishida pressed the recorder.

“I’m Kishida.”

He spoke calmly as he finished his last words.

There is a full-length mirror in the office, and Kishida recalled the scene when he first took the stage.

At that time, he was very proud, standing in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting his clothes, with a constant smile on his face.

Today I looked up.

Is this still me?

Kishida looked at himself in the mirror with bloodshot eyes and asked.

The man in the mirror looked thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

His face, with its tight skin and prominent cheekbones, looked like a piece of crumpled paper.

The untrimmed beard grew wildly like weeds, with varying lengths and patches.

His eyes were dull and lifeless, with a hint of fatigue and helplessness deep in them, as if half of his body had been buried in the ground, and he had lost his former spirit.

He in the mirror no longer looked energetic.

Kishida slowly turned around, left the mirror and walked towards the window.

The sunlight outside shines in through the glass, warm and bright.

He stood in the sun and felt no warmth at all.

Only cold.

Tokyo was in such a state of devastation that it was unbearable to look at.

Kishida looked into the distance numbly.

Under the gray sky.

A huge black bird that was so huge that it blocked out the sun was circling in the sky. Every flap of its wings brought a strong storm, causing the trees on the street to sway violently, and some even broke due to being unable to bear it.

The claws of this giant bird were as sharp as blades. Every time it landed, there was a sound of buildings collapsing. Amid the flying dust, tall buildings were easily destroyed like pieces of paper.

The people on the street were in panic and the ground was shaking violently like an earthquake, making it impossible to stand.

Cars were overturned and billboards fell like autumn leaves.

The rumbling sound was endless, the dust was flying, and the whole city gradually turned into ruins.

The intelligence department has already found out that this is King Zhao's SS-level blood slave.

There is another blood slave like this.

Kishida looked into the distance and saw a giant snake, which would be more appropriately called a python.

The giant snake was dozens of meters long and as thick as a bucket. It coiled on the streets of the city, its scales shining with cold light.

Its head was held high, and its blood-red eyes were like two huge light bulbs, which were chilling.

The snake's tongue kept moving in and out, carrying the breath of death.

Wherever the giant snake went, it was like a bulldozer, easily crushing cars and uprooting trees on the street.

The most shocking thing was that it began to attack the towering building.

The giant snake wrapped its body around the surface of the building again and again. The powerful force shattered the glass and cracks began to appear on the walls.

As the snake's body continued to tighten, the building made a heart-wrenching creaking sound.

In an instant, the hundred-meter-high building collapsed as if it was grasped by a giant hand.

Bricks and stones flew, dust rose, and the once towering building turned into ruins in the dust.

This is true for buildings, let alone people.

These two SS-level blood slaves are specifically designed to destroy Tokyo and cause riots.

The most deadly is the giant Japanese hornet that blocks out the sun.

The number of these wasps is astonishing, covering the sky and seeming to swallow up the entire sky.

They vary in size, the largest one is as big as a hill, and the smallest one is the size of a fist.

These giant wasps have yellow and black bodies, wings that gleam with a metallic luster, and create gusts of wind when they fly.

When these wasps fly over the city, their buzzing sound is so deafening that it seems to puncture people's eardrums.

They began to wreak havoc in the city, using their sharp tails to attack all living things and objects in sight, including buildings, vehicles, and trees.

People ran away in panic, but the wasps were so fast that many people couldn't escape.

These wasps are not only numerous, but also extremely powerful. Their stingers can easily penetrate human skin and inject deadly venom.

Once stung, a person will immediately fall into extreme pain, and soon lose his mind and become a blood slave.

What's even more terrifying is that these wasps seem to have extremely strong organization and discipline. They can work together and surround their targets.

Tokyo was in complete chaos.

Japan is finished.
Kishida closed his eyes.

He was powerless to stop it.

A large number of evacuation points were breached.

The original thermal weapons were still somewhat useful, but once they encountered high-level blood slaves and Wang Wei's blood slaves, thermal weapons were like fire sticks.

The entire street was filled with blood slaves, all of them were Japanese, wandering around the city like zombies.

Tokyo fell.

Just an hour or so.

Kishida's expression fluctuated, as if he was uploading the audio he had recorded, and then he threw the phone away.

No bang was heard.

The sound of Tokyo's destruction was completely drowned out.

Kishida glanced at Tokyo, most of which had become ruins, and climbed up to the window clumsily.

The window was very small and Kishida felt a little cramped.

A breeze blew by, making him feel unprecedented calm, and the long-lasting fatigue seemed to disappear at this moment.

He had an inexplicable feeling of freedom.

He stretched out his hands, a smile on his face, wanting to embrace the wind.

But in front of him was a seventeen-story building.

"Finally, I can have a good rest." Kishida murmured to himself.

Freed.

He looked back and his gaze fell on a photo frame on the wall of his office.

Above is a photo of him and his family.

In the photo, he is sitting in the center, with his children and wife on his left and right. He has a blank expression and a gloomy look. His majesty as the head of the family needs to be demonstrated all the time.

Maybe I should have smiled at the time.

The thought flashed across my mind.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

"boom!!!"

Kishida's body hit a car parked downstairs, making a loud bang.

The car's body dented instantly and the window glass shattered to the ground.

"Cough cough cough-"

Kishida spat out bursts of blood from his mouth.

Blood, Tokyo's most precious resource.

The blood slaves smelled the scent and went completely crazy, like someone throwing bread crumbs into the viewing pond.

They rushed towards Kishida frantically.

Kishida was still conscious. When he saw the horrifying blood slaves, he wanted to shake his head.

This was not the way he had imagined dying.

But his body was out of control and he couldn't make any effective movements. His eyes were filled with despair and fear, but he knew that nothing could be changed.

The blood slaves no longer hesitated and rushed forward screaming.

Their faces were full of madness and greed, as if they had seen the most delicious food in the world.

They tore at Kishida's body with their sharp claws, and blood splattered everywhere.

A piercing pain came from my body.

Kishida wanted to scream, but only streams of blood came out of his mouth. His flesh was torn and devoured piece by piece. The blood slaves moaned with satisfaction, as if they were enjoying a feast.

In a short while, Kishida's body was dismembered and eaten away, leaving only a pile of debris.

The United States military headquarters in Japan.

Kevin Schneider flung open the door and slammed a document onto the table.

"What's wrong?" Ron Keller stood up, a little surprised.

General Cigar, who is usually fearless, is now so angry.

"The blood slaves in Fukushima and Changxian are rioting." Kevin Schneider said impatiently, a little irritated.

"Oh, it seems that King Zhao is not stupid. He knows how to preserve his manpower." Ron Keller smiled and sat down slowly.

He thought something had happened.

Fukushima's advancement was very fast, the tanks and the alien team cooperated closely, and the attack on Huanglong was just around the corner, and King Zhao was just a piece of cake.

"It's different." Kevin Schneider rubbed his brow and closed his eyes to rest.

"What's different?" Ron Keller asked.

"Japan is completely finished." The Lieutenant General was unwilling to admit this fact and did not open his eyes for a long time.

"What?" Ron Keller's eyes widened.

Japan is finished.
Although he is a director of the Alien Company, he still receives information slower than the military.

After all, most of the resources are controlled by the military.

"Take a look for yourself." Kevin Schneider pointed to the documents on the table, "We need to change our thinking."

Ron Keller tore open the document with doubt and began to read it.

"."

After reading it, there was only silence.

Is this still in the realm of aliens?
Isn't this really the arrival of the monster world?
This document only has four words - Tokyo has fallen.

The largest city in Japan is dyed red on the map, which is enough to explain the problem.

This is not the worst.

The worst thing is that the news about the blood slaves could no longer be concealed, affecting the order of the entire Japan.

Japan is in chaos now, and more and more ordinary people know about the existence of blood slaves.

Oh!
It turns out there were no rebels, but some fucking supernatural creatures appeared.

RNM, the town government of Japan.

The Japanese citizens feel extremely fucked up. How dare they hide such a thing?
Countless people want to flee, riots are happening everywhere, and the local army has to deal with blood slaves. Where can they find the manpower to manage the citizens of Japan?
Japan is now in a state of "three nothings".

No town, no connections, no hope.

Naturally, the senior executives and nobles in Wuzhen Mansion had already gone into hiding.

Without connection, the Internet, water and electricity will be difficult to support, and even satellites will be cut off.

There is no hope, let alone.

Japan is already isolated overseas, and if something goes wrong, there is nowhere to run.

Today's Japan has completely become a purgatory. People from outside have no idea what is happening inside, and they cannot get in at all. All the Japanese on the island are unable to contact the outside world as the Internet is restricted.

Now most of the people in Japan know that their country is over, and doomsday scenes are playing out everywhere.

"Activate the giant heavy thermal weapon!" Kevin Schneider finally opened his eyes.

This matter is getting big.

Since we can't control it, we have no choice but to eliminate it violently.

The correct solution is to use heavy weapons to bombard the area and relieve the pressure on the military. This will also create a separation zone between the military and King Zhao.

Otherwise, the blood slaves will continue to be infected. When will it end?
"." Ron Keller remained silent.

His silence also represents consent.

In this world, thermal weapons are also divided into different levels.

Armed firearms, all kinds of firearms, these are weapons equipped by personnel, that is, individual weapons such as rifles and pistols.

Then there are the heavyweight weapons, thermal weapons that require transport vehicles to carry, such as rocket launchers, which rely on the thrust of their own engines to launch.

Rocket launchers have a fast firing speed, fierce firepower, good surprise, strong mobility, and terrifying destructive power.

With the appearance of this weapon, the Zhaowang Tomb incident will come to an end.

Ron Keller sighed in his heart: "Don't let King Zhao blow it up."

On the sea.

The huge aircraft carrier stands like a moving island on the rough sea.

Its deck was densely packed with various fighter planes, their fuselages flashing coldly in the sun.

This is a group of ferocious beasts ready to pounce.

There are several frigates and destroyers around the aircraft carrier, which are like loyal guards, closely guarding this giant ship.

The waves on the sea hit the side of the ship, making bursts of roaring sounds.

The battle song from the ocean was played for this terrifying battle group.

On the deck, many pilots were fully armed. They wore heavy flight suits and helmets, and stood in several rows in a neat and uniform manner, like statues of the god of war.

Joyce Porter walked up to the pilot and glanced at the soldiers.

As the commander of this bombing mission, he was very happy.

The Eagle Army's bombing was invincible and had never been defeated. He also participated in some missions in the Middle East.

That feeling makes your blood boil.

"You guys are lucky!" Joyce Porter stopped and looked at her with bright eyes.

"Because you have been selected to carry out this important mission - bombing Tokyo!"

"This is an indiscriminate bombing without any restrictions. It is very difficult for pilots to carry out such a mission now!"

"The last person to do this was Doolittle in 1942. They were all recorded in history. Now, it's your turn! You are about to go down in history too!"

Joyce Porter's voice was like a bell, and his words were like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of every pilot.

Their eyes became more determined and their fists clenched tighter.

With such glorious military achievements right before our eyes, how could one not be excited?

"We will make the enemy tremble!" the colonel continued, "We will let them know that our power is unstoppable! We will let them understand that anyone who dares to provoke us will pay a heavy price! We are the Eagle Army, we are the kings of the sky, and we are invincible!"

"That's enough. Now is not the time for your speech, Colonel!" Kevin Schneider couldn't bear to listen any longer.

What time is it now?

Moreover, he had a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart. The more he listened to Joyce Porter's bragging, the more uneasy he felt.

Joyce Porter naturally didn't dare to say much since the supreme commander had given the order.

"Now, let's go!"

“Let us prove our strength with our actions, and let us write our history with our victory! God bless you, and may you return triumphantly!”

The crew on the deck were busy checking the equipment to make sure everything was ready.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded, which was the signal to launch.

As the whistle sounded, the engine of the first fighter plane emitted a deafening roar.

Its fuselage began to slide forward slowly under the powerful thrust, increasing in speed until it reached take-off speed.

Just as the fighter plane was about to leave the deck, the catapult under it suddenly activated, and a huge force pushed the fighter plane forward.

The wheels of the fighter plane rubbed violently against the deck, making a shrill scream.

Then, the fighter plane rushed into the blue sky like an arrow.

The blue flames burned in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third... one fighter plane after another was launched from the deck.

Their engines roared and their fuselages gleamed in the sunlight.

They drew graceful arcs in the air, then quickly formed a formation and flew towards their target.

These are seventeen of the United States’ most advanced bombers – the B2 bombers.

At the same time, there are five SR-20 fighter jets from the United States that have not yet appeared in the world to assist in the combat.

However, they did not know that this time, what awaited them would be a one-way trip.

Fukushima.

Roy Rex's forehead was covered in sweat and his face was covered in mud. He no longer had the carefree and relaxed look he had before.

War is cruel.

What's more, we are facing a group of non-human guys.

"Hi, I'm Roy."

"You've matured." It was Kevin Schneider's voice on the other end of the phone.

"General, the battlefield is a place for people to grow." Roy said in a deep voice.

"Not bad." Kevin was silent for a while.

Roy Rex straightened himself suddenly.

".Attack Changxian in full force. Six hours later, go to Tokyo to take over the battlefield."

Kevin Snyder's orders are still so confusing.

But a soldier's duty is to obey orders.

"Yes, General."

The phone hangs up.

Hyena's eyes widened: "A new battlefield has been opened in Tokyo?"

Roy packed up his equipment and said, "That's probably what the general meant."

"Tokyo has fallen?"

Hyena's words made Roy's body tremble violently.

Yes, this order clearly indicates that Tokyo has fallen.

(End of this chapter)