Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

These elite zombie snipers can deliver a fatal shot on a turbulent train, and hit the brain directly, leaving the sentries no chance to even make a sound. This inhuman precision also works on the machine gunners on the roof who are responsible for operating the machine guns. The train's security forces are eliminated one by one silently, and no one can sound the alarm of an unknown car approaching.

These cars are Volkswagen bucket cars produced by the German Porsche company. Yes, those Porsches. There are six zombies sitting in each car.

Their eyes with only whites and exposed faces all proved that they were not human. The only thing that could prove their identity was the German military uniforms, the "92" logo on the side, and the M35 German military helmets.

This was the 92nd Hell Light Armored Division, which was reorganized by the generals under the Shampoo Man after he was sent back to hell again. The one who attempted the ancient boarding operation on this train was the third platoon of the second company of the third battalion of the first regiment of the 92nd Light Armored Division.

The thirty-six people were divided into three squads. The sniper in one squad was responsible for silently eliminating all troops that could sound the alarm. The remaining two squads were divided into four vehicles, one in the carriage closest to the front of the train, another in the rear of the train, and the remaining two in the middle of the train. This would form a pincer attack, which would be able to quickly eliminate all resistance forces and finally derail the train, blocking the track at the same time.

The zombie driver drove his car close to the middle of the train and followed steadily on the side of the train, forming a relatively static state with the train. The co-pilot was holding an STG44 assault rifle and was now firing fiercely at the carriage, but it didn't seem to have any effect. Without much intelligence, he could only reload and continue firing. The bullets penetrated the carriage but did not hit any living thing, and returned in vain.

Except for the driver and four zombies who also used assault rifles, the remaining monster looked hideous enough to grab everyone's attention. He had an extremely tall body, about two meters and three meters tall, with arms and flesh covered and reinforced with barbed wire, a full-face helmet and bullet belts tied all over his body, and his body was covered with stitched muscles. He was as terrifying as a two-meter-three-meter Schwarzenegger, and even the sturdy coal shoveler Orleans looked as weak as a chicken in front of him.

He should be the smartest of the three zombies. He used his strong and powerful arms to remove the fixed twin machine gun at the back of the car, held it steadily in his hands and fired at the car.

Misha had just arrived at the carriage, and the "enemy attack" he shouted out nervously seemed sharp and funny. Although the young man had tried his best to run, he was still a step too late. The resistance fighters who were still smoking were stunned for a moment and missed the last chance to react.

Along with the distinctive gunshot sound like tearing cloth, 7.92mm rifle bullets flew through the carriage at a rapid speed like locusts entering the country, and along with screams, the soldiers who had not yet opened the side door of the carriage to gain a wide view were knocked down like straw, and under the fierce firepower, almost all of them were turned into corpses with residual heat.

Heavy gunner, this is what the resistance fighters call this monster. His body can withstand a large amount of light weapons firepower, and his heavy helmet can also withstand several rifle bullets to protect the heavy gunner's fragile brain. In battle, the monster holding a twin MG42 machine gun can take the lead in the charge and easily slaughter resistance fighters without cover with unmatched firepower.

Under the impatient command of the heavy gunner, the bucket car gradually approached the train and drove side by side with it. The gunner held the machine gun in one hand and held the bullet hole that had just been made with the other hand, and pulled open the car door with force.

Misha, holding a submachine gun, narrowly escaped the horrific massacre of MG42. He lay shivering among the bodies of his teammates, looking at the open carriage door, yelling in fear, and then fired all the bullets from his submachine gun at the heavy gunner.

The pistol bullet, powerful enough to cause death, was like a tickle to the heavy gunner. It barely penetrated the skin and got stuck in the muscle fibers inside, without any effect on the heavy gunner.

Seeing that the carriage was almost open, the heavy gunner exerted force with his big-toed military boots and sent his 200-kilogram body onto the train. The co-pilot, who jumped at the same time, was disturbed and jumped a little crookedly, and successfully fell on the rails, sending himself under the train wheels and being crushed into a pulp in an instant.

The heavy gunner didn't care about the death of these low-level zombies. He glanced at Misha with his eyes covered by the visor, raised his gun and shot at Misha. After the fierce gunshot, the bullet pierced Misha's internal organs and tore his limbs. Soon, a living life disappeared in the gunpowder.

The heavy gunner who had cleared the carriage continued to sweep. He looked down at the locked door, raised his big-toed military boots, and his muscular thighs were like battering rams. After accelerating, he kicked the door of the carriage, causing it to tremble. The dust on the ceiling was shaken off and fell into the pool of blood on the floor.

a bit.

Two times.

The iron door was nothing in front of the big military boots with a force of 200 kilograms. It soon made a painful creaking sound and could collapse at any time.

The resistance fighters behind the door also fell into another level of fear during their horrified waiting.

"Fire monster!" The terrified screams accompanied by the sound of flames spurting out, the painful wails and the crackling sound of burning flesh constituted a call from hell. The heavy gunner kicked the crumbling door to force it down, and came face to face with the fire monster. The two cold monsters looked at each other and went about their own business.

The flame monster was the same size as the heavy gunner, also 2.3 meters tall. He had a large flame tank on his back, a flamethrower in his hand, a gas mask on his face, and the same helmet as the heavy gunner on his head. His body was covered in blackened skin, and there were some steel plates and other things embedded in his body, forming a layer of protection. Before, some resistance fighters had tried to attack his flame tank, but the flame tank was almost as strong as its owner, so it was better to attack the flame monster directly.

Many people have a misconception that the flame can explodes as soon as it is hit. This is the case in many games, as if the flamethrower is carrying a time bomb. In fact, this is all artistic processing to highlight the performance. The flame can is actually quite stable and has higher defense than the soldier himself.

Even if it is hit, the fuel compressed into liquid inside will only be converted into gas at high speed, causing a large spray instead of an explosion. Only when the tank is not full, that is, when part of the space is filled with flammable and explosive gases, will it explode if it is hit. The same is true for gasoline barrels. Neither a full gasoline barrel nor an empty gasoline barrel will explode if hit, only a half-empty one will.

However, the powerful thrust caused by the leak may carry the soldier himself around. If he is unlucky and the canister leaks on top, the pressure of the spray may press the soldier to the ground and make him unable to move. At this time, the tragedy seems foreseeable.

At the same time, Fang Qingyun on the other side continued to explore towards the front of the car. When he was about to open the next car connecting door, the door opened by itself.

When Fang Qingyun, holding a shotgun, faced two zombies with rotten flesh that opened the door, he had only one thought in his mind:

I finally understand why it's called dead war.

Fang Qingyun has never been a brave person. He is the kind of person who can get a good experience in a haunted house. If the staff can help, he can even get double the experience. The only daring thing he has done in his life is bungee jumping with the rope tied around his waist.

Before going up, Fang Qingyun was still confident that he could jump down with a leap of faith. Later, after he went up, he found out with embarrassment that his faith was insufficient and he needed to recharge.

Finally, the timid Fang Qingyun was pushed down by the staff. Now facing the zombie less than four meters away, Fang Qingyun recalled the fear he felt when his feet left the diving platform, his body lost balance and he was unable to keep his feet on the ground.

When facing fear, people generally have two reactions: one is "I'll do it, it's over", and the other is "Mom, I want to go home." Although Fang Qingyun's fear threshold is very low, his fear reaction is the former.

After fighting wits and courage with the air for a long time, his nerves were still tense when suddenly stimulated. The fingers outside the guard ring suddenly retracted due to emergency reaction and pressed on the trigger. The huge spasm caused the fingers and the guard ring to wrestle forcefully, and the knuckles were pressed back, causing a considerable pain. The rapid secretion of adrenaline and the advantage of holding a gun allowed Fang Qingyun to successfully get ahead of the two zombies.

If this happened in a group game, I would have to use two bonus dice, Fang Qingyun roared silently in his mind.

Gunshots were heard. The sound of gunfire in the carriage seemed to have received a bonus dice as well, making it particularly deafening. Fang Qingyun, whose ears were ringing from the sound of gunfire, squinted his eyes unconsciously. He was afraid that the shotgun pellets would ricochet and hit him, but the current situation did not allow him to do so. He quickly opened his eyes to look for the target he was aiming at.

Fang Qingyun shot the zombie next to the door. He posed the greatest threat because the gun was still in his hand. Although it was hanging down to the ground, once it was lifted up, it could shoot Fang Qingyun into a sieve.

The recoil of the M30 shotgun was not as great as Fang Qingyun thought, and Fang Qingyun's gun holding posture was correct, so the gun just bounced up and did not fly out. In addition, the shotgun has the special feature of hitting a large area with one shot, so even though it was the first time Fang Qingyun fired a real gun, he hit the target.

In a flash, the upper body of the first zombie facing Fang Qingyun was evenly smeared on the wall behind him, as if he had been hit by a broadsword mine at close range. Is the shotgun so powerful? Fang Qingyun quickly suppressed this question. There was still an enemy to be dealt with. This was not a good time to think.

Chapter 8. I admit that I spoke a little loudly just now...

If there were a resistance soldier standing nearby at this time, he would definitely be shocked. After all, zombies who can shoot are the elite among zombies. Logically speaking, even if a well-trained soldier and a zombie raise their guns and shoot at the same time, the zombie should be the winner, because drawing a gun and shooting has become the instinct of zombies. But this zombie was somehow a beat slower, and its bones seemed particularly fragile.

This was actually due to the weakening of the enemies in the Book of Destiny. The reaction speed, aiming ability, shooting accuracy, and even physical fitness and strength of this zombie were all weakened in all aspects. Otherwise, with the quality of Fang Qingyun, a half-baked military personnel, the reaction time from raising his gun to firing would be enough for these zombies with numbers on the opposite side to shoot three or four holes in his body.

Fang Qingyun, who was unaware of all this, immediately turned his gun towards the next zombie who was touching the gun on his belt. His body and arms swung together in nervousness. The whole movement was extremely funny, but it also allowed him to roughly aim at the target. He then quickly pulled the trigger.

It's like driving a tank, the gunner rotates the barrel towards the enemy, and the driver also cooperates by rotating the vehicle in that direction. The rotation speed brought about by this is even faster than the sum of the two. Fang Qingyun's action plus the weakening effect allowed him to get ahead of another zombie again. In fact, it didn't matter if he was not fast. If the zombie was allowed to draw his gun, it would take him a full two seconds to aim the gun at Fang Qingyun.

When the shotgun was pulled, there was no gunshot as it should have been. Fang Qingyun, who knew only a little about firearms, immediately made the most appropriate decision: he picked up the gun and smashed it at the remaining zombie, then pounced on it himself.

The moment he pounced on the zombie, Fang Qingyun began to regret why he didn't bring a knife, and then he began to regret why he threw the gun over. Anyway, the zombie would not be disturbed by the thrown objects. If he had a gun at this time, he could use the butt of the gun to smash the zombie's head into a lump.

The foul smell mixed with the scent of rotten flesh lingered all over the zombie's body. Fang Qingyun felt that his hit rate, dodge and leadership were reduced by eight points just by smelling this smell. The green juice and foul blood seeped through Fang Qingyun's clothes that were in contact with the zombie within a few seconds. The cold and slippery feeling made him feel extremely sick. The nausea and vomiting made Fang Qingyun hold his breath, and at the same time, he became more determined to "die for me".

The STG44 assault rifle in the zombie's hand was knocked aside by Fang Qingyun, but the belt was still hanging on the zombie. Fang Qingyun pressed the zombie down and threw the shotgun aside. Now was the time for wrestling. Touching the shotgun would only give the zombie a chance to counterattack.

Fang Qingyun held down the struggling zombie and for a moment he didn't know where to start. If he strangled the neck, the zombie would not be able to breathe. If he poked its eyes, the glowing eyeballs in the zombie's eye sockets would look like two incandescent iron balls. Fang Qingyun didn't dare to grab them for fear that the temperature would cause burns. At this time, he thought of a novel he had read before with a World War II soldier as the protagonist. He tried to find a candlestick according to the method in the book, but returned in vain.

Judging from the appearance of the zombie that was torn into pieces by the shotgun, Fang Qingyun estimated that the zombie was probably fragile. Under the control of adrenaline, he chose to follow the most ancient guidance in his heart: fight with fists and teeth.

With the first punch, Fang Qingyun didn't dare to hit the zombie's mouth, so his fist went a little lower and hit near the zombie's mouth. The fist that was scratched by the zombie's teeth successfully knocked off the zombie's fragile jaw.

With the second punch, Fang Qingyun hit the zombie in the face, but because he had to suppress the struggling zombie, he did not accumulate enough strength and had little effect.

The third time, Fang Qingyun raised his elbow and, under the protection of his clothes, smashed it hard on the zombie's crown, causing the zombie's struggle to become more ferocious.

For the fourth time, Fang Qingyun swung his elbow with full force at the zombie's head again. This time he felt the gap created by the previous elbow strike. This strike looked quite fatal, and the zombie stopped moving immediately.

If there were resistance fighters nearby, they would be amazed and confused at the same time. After all, being able to defeat an organized zombie in close combat is simply Rambo-level. Organized zombies are the elite among zombies and are ruthless killing machines. It is not easy to approach such zombies, and fighting with such zombies is undoubtedly a slow death. Their brute force is enough to crush an adult's wrist, and they can crush the hands of the entangled soldiers in one encounter.

Fang Qingyun, completely unaware that these monsters were weakened, took two breaths through his mouth, and when he yawned awkwardly with his mouth wide open, two drops of saliva dripped down. It was really embarrassing. He took a deep breath through his mouth, looked at his hands that were full of a foul smell, hesitated for a moment, and decided to turn his head and wipe the saliva on his shoulder.

Fang Qingyun stood up, took the STG44's belt off the zombie's body, and then shot the zombie again. It seemed that the STG44 was ready to fire, with the safety on, but the recoil still allowed Fang Qingyun to successfully fire the gun.

In order to prevent the zombies from suddenly coming back to life and snatching the gun to kill him, Fang Qingyun held the gun far away and aimed carefully. Then he fired three shots at the human body and then shot the bullets into the zombie's head. Although he knew that the probability of the zombies resurrecting and snatching the gun was very small, Fang Qingyun was still used to being cautious.

After reloading the gun, Fang Qingyun touched his whole body. At this moment, he was in the period of adrenaline explosion. If he was hit by a ricochet bullet, he would not feel anything at all. He had to prevent himself from bleeding to death without any consciousness. Fortunately, his face was fine and there were no bullets embedded in his body, except for the handprints full of foul smell.

Fang Qingyun opened the magazine of the shotgun again and looked at the three shells that were ejected. He realized that it might be because both hammers were cocked, causing three shotgun shells to be fired at once. This could also explain why the first zombie looked so deeply in love with this land when he died just now.

Faced with the shocking scene, Fang Qingyun felt that his adrenaline might also have an effect on his stomach. The disgusting stench and bloody scene stimulated Fang Qingyun's nerves. He thought he should have some resistance to it, but he found that the act of a humanoid being deprived of life in front of him was still nauseating, especially the second zombie hit by the hand.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyun finally couldn't hold it anymore. His stomach, which he thought was empty, burst into glory for the second time. The dirt in his stomach rushed upstream and was sprayed onto the ground. His eyes were sore and his nose was spicy, and his vision was blurred. He felt his stomach rolling and squeezing out everything. He wanted to vomit to the side, but he didn't even have time to do this simple action.

After vomiting everything, Fang Qingyun felt a burning sensation in his throat. He wiped his nose and tears and felt much better than before. His stomach was twitching and there was nothing left to vomit. The tension caused by facing the zombies made his heart beat violently. Fang Qingyun gasped and retched twice because of the discomfort. He no longer had the energy to feel sick to the zombies.

He first loaded the ammunition to ensure his ability to resist, and then searched the corpses. The two zombies carried a lot of ammunition. Fang Qingyun carried a relatively clean and fireable STG44 assault rifle on his back. He fumbled for a long time but couldn't find the safety. Finally, he decided to use a folk method to ensure that it would not fire accidentally when he was carrying it on his back.

He removed the magazine and fired a shot. The loud gunshot made him squint his eyes. He fired the bullets in the gun, leaving the gun empty, and then put the magazine back. In this way, the assault rifle would need to be loaded manually, and there would be no problem of accidental discharge.

Anyway, this method is effective for AK47, but it is not clear whether it is effective for STG44. But no matter what, Fang Qingyun still carried the STG44. In theory, the assault rifle has more powerful firepower than the shotgun, but Fang Qingyun has confidence in himself. With Fang Qingyun's current untrained marksmanship, he feels safer with a shotgun. As long as the distance is more than five meters, the recoil of the STG44 can make Fang Qingyun completely hit the target, while the shotgun can at least hit the target.

Fang Qingyun was happily touching the corpse while removing the belt from the body. Now he had given up hope. Compared with his precious life, enduring the stench was nothing. Fang Qingyun was not prepared to leave anything behind. At this moment, he heard faint noises, but it was simply impossible to hear what was going on in this turbulent train. If he fled out of fear at this time, he would be stupid when he needed these things later. Fang Qingyun decided to continue touching the corpse.

But to be on the safe side, he dragged the two zombie bodies into the carriage and closed the door. He also kept the STG44 at hand so that he could pick it up and fire at any time.

When Fang Qingyun was stripping the helmet off the second corpse, there was a loud banging noise from the door that had just been closed. Fang Qingyun, who had become alert, quickly gave up the helmet in his hand, picked up the STG44 at hand, and found a bunker to hide in. The bunker was about ten meters away from the door. Fang Qingyun hesitated for a moment and then switched to a shotgun.

Fang Qingyun had just made preparations when the next second, the connecting door made a sound of being unable to bear the weight, the bolt fell off and hung to the side, and a huge figure holding a flamethrower walked in.

The moment the fire monster saw Fang Qingyun, his body stiffened unnaturally and he almost fell down. The step he took to maintain his balance looked like a deliberate stomping to intimidate people.

The moment he saw him, combined with the dead war, Fang Qingyun understood where he had been.

Just like when you see Pyramid Head, you know it’s Silent Hill.

Seeing the hockey mask will instantly remind you that it is Friday the 13th.

When you see the tyrant, you can tell it’s a biohazard.

The moment he saw the flame monster, Fang Qingyun recognized it from the style of its helmet and flamethrower. It was from Zombie Army 4 Dead War, an alternate history shooting game. It basically tells the story of how the German leader Shampooman used black magic to summon a large number of zombies in order to win World War II. At the end of the third part, he was thrown into hell by the protagonist Karl, and in the fourth part he tried to return to the world again.

The appearance of this fire monster is also unique to the fourth part, with a tall body, burnt skin, a body inlaid with broken steel plates, and the iconic pig-mouth-shaped gas mask.

Recalling the game, Fang Qingyun tried to find a way to deal with the fire monster, but he was embarrassed to find that he was almost helpless at the moment.

In the game, you can blow up a helmet by repeatedly shooting it. Rifles take about 10 rounds, while assault rifles and submachine guns often require more than one magazine. The blown-up helmet will reveal the fragile brain tissue behind it, which looks like a cluster of fluorescent mushrooms. At this time, only one bullet is needed to easily destroy its brain.

Another way is to use a large amount of firepower to attack other parts of his body, force him into a half-kneeling position, and then go up and insert a knife into the gap of his helmet to execute him.

Chapter 9, look at me taking off my clothes successfully... I fell to the ground seriously injured!

Now neither of these two methods is satisfactory. Fang Qingyun not only lacks firepower at the moment, but his marksmanship is so poor that it can be described as horse. It is somewhat feasible to use attack to knock him to his knees, but it is unknown how long it will take to expect him to hit his head. However, such firepower projection requires continuous output and a wide space to avoid being burned by flames. In the narrow terrain of a train, encountering a "fearless warrior" with a flamethrower, trying to confront him head-on is simply seeking death.

Fang Qingyun turned his head back: the connecting door to the rear carriage was open and it looked like it could run.

Because of Fang Qingyun's simple action of turning his head, the fire monster adjusted his body which had become stiff due to being weakened, and aimed the flamethrower at Fang Qingyun, and Fang Qingyun lost his last chance of escape.

A low "boom" sound accompanied the shaking of the flamethrower, and flames shot out from the flamethrower and rushed towards Fang Qingyun. Looking at the flames that had already sprayed in front of him, Fang Qingyun suddenly entered a short marquee state while waiting for death in fear. At this time, he did not recall his previous life, but had an idea: Is this bunker a yellow shield? Or a green shield?

Alas, I can't go back, but at least my body will be easier to clean up...

Then, the flames destroyed Fang Qingyun and the bunker together.

The pain, burning sensation, the stench of burning body and the feeling of melting muscles lasted only for a moment, and then Fang Qingyun was pulled into a gray third perspective, as if waiting for resurrection in a fountain. In the gray mist, Fang Qingyun watched the painter he controlled howling in pain in the flames, and eventually turned into a fist-shaped corpse under the gradually increasing firepower.

It was not a good experience to see a face like your own with such a distorted expression. Fang Qingyun, who was still frightened, gasped for breath. Now his body still had a burning sensation and phantom pain. The itching feeling after the burning ended made Fang Qingyun scratch his back unconsciously. Fortunately, this experience was only short-lived. If he had experienced the feeling of becoming a human torch in its entirety, he would have gone insane. Fang Qingyun scratched his arms hard twice, trying to get rid of the itching.

The Grimoire of Destiny slowly fell from mid-air and spread out in front of Fang Qingyun. On the left was a third-person video of what Fang Qingyun was doing, and on the right was some settlement items.

[Discover collectibles (poster) +200]

[Get weapons (M30) +40]

[Unlock rations (ammunition packs) +20]

[Kill the ammunition transporter X2+60]

[Obtain weapons (STG44) +40]

【Died from: Flame Monster】

[Total number of memory fragments obtained: 360]

[Unlock card face: 6]

[Achievement: Rancid Loot]

It seems that everything you do can be settled into memory fragments in the end, but what Fang Qingyun did not expect is that 360 of the 200 ​​memory fragments were obtained by discovering collectibles. Defeating zombies is not valuable, and unlocking weapons and collectibles is the big deal. In other words, the Book of Destiny encourages exploration of the world more?

Monsters are not valuable, but how is this exploration world defined? There is no need to think about this question for the time being. The bigger question is, what is the unlocked card face?

As Fang Qingyun thought about this, he began to flip the Magic Book of Destiny back to the part that covered the card.

There are six card faces: the propaganda poster, the M30 shotgun, the STG44 assault rifle, a light green ammunition pack, a zombie holding a gun, and the final flame monster.

The two guns and the ammo pack are placed on one page, the zombie and the flame monster are placed on another page, and the promotional poster is on its own page.

[These three pages represent the weapon cards, follower cards, and spell cards you can make]

[Weapons are similar to follower cards, consisting of attack power and durability, with attack power in the front and durability in the back. When your hero equips a weapon, the hero can gain the weapon's attack power and attack once per round like a follower. Each attack reduces the weapon's durability by 1 point.]

【比如5-4-3的武器就是一把具有4点攻击力，并且能够攻击3次的武器，打出这张武器牌需要5点费用，这种武器牌的制作需要你发现梦位面的各种武器】

[The follower cards have been described, so we won't discuss them for now. Spell cards are the various collectibles you find. The rarer the collectibles, the stronger the spell effect. Each spell consists of a cost and an effect. As long as the cost is high, playing a spell card can trigger the spell card effect.]

[Whenever you collect five card faces of the same type, you can bind them together and get a reward. The card faces themselves can be made into cards using memory fragments. Whether the card is super-model enough depends on the strength of the card face itself.]

"In other words, the stronger the monster I encounter, the more I can use memory fragments to strengthen the card surface of the big monster and print a powerful card?"

[Correct answer. The strength of the monster also determines its growth limit. Some minion cards can reach the highest red quality, while some minion cards can only reach the blue quality.]

"Then if I print a card that can be used to print a red quality card, and it is printed as a blue quality card first, can it still be upgraded to red?"

[Yes, as long as you pay the difference between the blue and red cards]

"Let me see what these 360 ​​memory fragments can do first."

The Grimoire of Fate began to turn the pages and turned to the column of "Minion Cards - Undead - Zombies".

What was shown on the card was the "ammunition transporter" who was torn apart by Fang Qingyun's hands. The zombie on the card maintained the same posture as when he pushed the door open. One hand pushed the door open, and the other hand held the gun, with most of his body exposed from behind the door. There were some bullet holes on his tattered military uniform, and there were a lot of blood and flesh falling off on the face of the deceased.

There are several options for casting cards:

1-2-1, no other special attributes but it requires 100 fragments, forget it.