National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 2706 Breaking Defense

It’s rainwater…

Although the injuries from the battle in Queen Persephone's Tomb have not yet fully healed, he will not be easily broken by an attack of this magnitude.

So the problem lies with this weird rain.

"Ha ha……"

Proust slowly withdrew his gaze, chuckled, and then the breath of death overflowed from his body, and he gently raised his hand.

"Buzz!"

An invisible vortex force gathered and exploded above Proust, and all the falling potions were scattered by the vortex force.

Parliament Speaker Georgy stared at Proust with a serious look and reminded him, "That man is very powerful, protect Fang Heng!"

The high-ranking mentors of the Council of the Dead stood apart cautiously and continued to deal with the disaster of red worms pouring out of the River of Hell, but most of their attention was focused on Proust.

"who are you?"

"Heh..." Proust looked down at the Speaker of the Parliament, Georgy, who was questioning him, with a hint of coldness on his lips, "It's not important. You shouldn't have come here."

"Swift!!"

The next moment, a layer of dark light enveloped Proust's body. He suddenly changed his target and quickly approached Georgy who was guarding Fang Heng.

"Scatter! Pin him down!"

Georgy shouted.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!!!"

A dense barrier of bones rose from the ground, blocking Proust!

Proust simply relied on his physical strength to blast through the bone walls that attacked him along the way, and his speed was not affected at all!

This time, the skeleton skills no longer work on Proust!

There was an extreme solemnity in Georgi's eyes.

This guy is not easy to deal with!

"Go to hell!"

Proust approached rapidly, thrusting forward with his right hand while wriggling rapidly, like a combination of dense insect bodies, forming a piercing cone at a very fast speed, and pierced towards Georgi's heart.

"laugh!"

Huh?

Proust was stunned.

The piercing spike easily pierced Georgy's heart!

However, Georgy did not fall down as he expected. Instead, a strange rune appeared on the part that pierced Georgy's body.

Sudden!

Proust had a bad feeling in his heart and wanted to step back.

The next moment, the entire right half of Georgi's body suddenly swelled up, and his entire right hand swelled several times, and he pressed hard on Proust's back!

what! ?

Ancient giant - sky beast - Leviathan!

This ancient creature possesses terrifying abilities and is said to have the power to tear the sky apart.

Georgi's entire body and right arm merged with the power of Leviathan, holding Proust's body tightly.

Proust felt a huge tearing force on his arm, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Haha, not bad, old man..."

Huh?

The next moment, the change occurred again!

The area at Georgi's chest twisted rapidly, and a ferocious head emerged, biting fiercely at Proust's right arm that was entangled by his body!

puff! !

Before Proust could react, Georgie's body seemed to be torn in half, and he quickly leaped backwards dragging half of his body!

Nine Demon Seals!

The remaining body quickly condensed into nine evil ghost heads, biting Proust's right arm tightly!

A sound like a hideous and weird laugh came out of the evil ghost's mouth.

For a moment, Proust was trapped in the Nine Demon Seal and unable to move.

The damaged right side of Georgy's body healed rapidly, and he shouted, "Suppress him!"

All the mentors of the Council of the Dead gathered their marks in front of them.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Coffins with strange patterns painted on them rose from the ground!

The door of the coffin exploded with a bang, and soul chains pierced out from the exploded coffin and attacked Proust directly, wrapping him tightly in place and unable to move!

It worked!

The instructors breathed a sigh of relief.

It is not easy for Georgi to sit in the position of president of the Council of the Dead.

It is achieved step by step through relying on one's strength.

Few people know that Georgi has a part of the body of the ancient giant Leviathan fused into his body, and has mastered the secret art of the dead, with nine different kinds of evil spirits sealed and raised in his body.

Relying on his top-notch necromancy skills, Georgi was able to protect his body from backlash and suppress these ghosts.

At least no one in the Council of the Dead wants to face a tough opponent like Georgi.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

Suddenly, everyone's expression changed.

Proust, who was suppressed by the undead camp, suddenly chuckled, then raised his head, a kind of hideous madness appeared on his face.

"Hahahaha! Is that all your strength?!"

After saying this, Proust began to struggle.

The chains that pierced his body shook violently and uncontrollably!

Damn it!

Who is that guy?

A layer of sweat overflowed from the foreheads of the mentors of the Council of the Dead. They raised their mental strength to the extreme and tried to control Proust.

The strength is so terrifying?

The combined seal of the Nine Demons Seal and the Dead Soul Coffin cannot completely suppress it?

"boom!!!"

Proust suddenly opened his hands, and the chains that pierced his body burst into pieces!

At the same time, the nine evil ghost heads attached to Proust were frantically gnawing at Proust's body!

call out! !

Proust forcibly endured the damage from the Nine Demons Seal on his body and rushed head-on towards the nearest necromancy instructor!

A solemn look appeared in Georgi's eyes, and his hands formed a mark in front of him.

"burst!!"

"Boom! Boom boom boom!!!"

The next moment, the nine evil ghost heads that were merging into Georgi's body and madly absorbing Proust's power exploded at the same time!

Proust was caught in a series of explosions and was thrown heavily away.

"puff!!"

At the same time, Georgi also spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

"President!"

Come immediately to check on Georgi's situation.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Georgi's sealed spirit was connected to the Kuki, and was affected by the explosion, but his face was only slightly pale. He stared at Proust who was blown away.

"Be careful! He's not dead yet!"

The three necromancy instructors who were chasing after Proust changed their expressions slightly.

"boom!!!"

The death energy exploded!

Upon seeing this, the three instructors immediately retreated to the rear.

Proust slowly stood up, and the breath of death in the surrounding environment gradually merged into his body, repairing his body.

"Humans, I recognize your power..."

The damage caused by the explosion of the Nine Demons Seal was not low. Proust managed to withstand the attack, but he was also greatly affected. His skin was completely ulcerated, and red insects could be seen slowly wriggling inside his body.

Even the president couldn't stop him?

A solemn look appeared in the eyes of the mentors of the Council of the Dead.

This is not going to work. (End of this chapter)