Doomsday courtyard begins to survive by planting pea shooters

Chapter 165 Red-robed Priest

If Zhang Weidong, who was just bald but still had a white beard before, still had a trace of Taoism and immortality, then now with his beard shaved clean, he is like an egg fried first and then marinated...

A shiny head, a face full of wrinkles, and a smooth chin.

Well, it is indeed tiger skin braised egg.

But Xiao Jian didn’t share his thoughts...

After all, it is not good to give nicknames to elders.

In Zhang Weidong's helplessness, Xiao Jian quickly regained his composure, as if nothing had happened, and asked in a very calm tone: "You didn't sleep last night? Why are you suffering from the dark circles under your eyes?"

"..." Zhang Weidong glanced at him angrily, "Isn't it because of you!?"

"Me?" Xiao Jian was stunned.

"It's those zombies...you give them a lot of monster cards, and then use the summoned zombies to extract juice." Zhang Weidong kept talking, "You still have to extract living corpses, and you have to be careful not to extract them to death...it's very troublesome. "

"Oh...I remember." Xiao Jian suddenly realized.

Previously, Fatty Bai and his reconnection cannon research team were given a task, asking them to quickly build a few more reconnection cannon components.

However, they lacked zombie cerebrospinal fluid at that time, and living zombies were difficult to capture and transport, so Xiao Jian gave them a stack of 1-star zombie cards.

In order to ensure the safety of the researchers, Zhang Weidong went to help... Unexpectedly, not only did he stay up all night, but he also contributed his own beard.

"It's so miserable... They don't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young..." Xiao Jian smacked his lips, "But they are quite reasonable and didn't shave your eyebrows..."

"They do want to!" Zhang Weidong's eyebrows stood up and his eyes widened, "That damn fat guy said that my eyebrows are too short, wait until I grow longer before shaving them! What the hell..."

"Inhumane! Inhumane! Crazy! Unreasonable! Absolutely vicious! Violent and wanton..." Xiao Jian also cursed.

"Who says it isn't?"

Xiao Jian said a word, and Zhang Weidong nodded in agreement until...

"...So, how many re-cannon components have been built?" Xiao Jian asked while rubbing his hands, "They are still waiting to be used."

"..."

This turn of events immediately put Zhang Weidong's emotions on hold.

"...Sigh." Zhang Weidong looked up at the sky, countless curse words stuck in his throat and unable to be vented.

"73." Zhang Weidong said tiredly.

"Wuhu! Take off!" Xiao Jian gave a thumbs up.

"Now the defense tower will be worthy of its name! And with so many components, we can even build similar defense towers in other worlds. By then, the security of all strongholds will be greatly improved!"

After Xiao Jian finished speaking, Zhang Weidong's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked rather embarrassedly: "But the driving force... and the control of the servants?"

"Of course no problem!" Xiao Jian smiled.

"Look here, how can this be so embarrassing... Oh, this is so embarrassing." Zhang Weidong said he was embarrassed, and approached Xiao Jianjian to show his courtesy: "Want to eat sweet potatoes? They are freshly roasted, red and sweet. Very nice!”

Xiao Jian smiled and took the sweet potato, and while peeling it, he asked jokingly: "But what should I do if the re-cannon components are not enough?"

"Shave your eyebrows! They're just a little short! It's not like they can't be used!" Zhang Weidong said solemnly.

Xiao Jian looked at him and suddenly felt a little emotional. He didn't make fun of him, but said seriously: "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Weidong was slightly startled when he saw Xiao Jian's expression, and then said seriously: "It's not hard, it should be."

However, how can there be so many shoulds in the world?

Xiao Jian just nodded and stuffed the peeled sweet potato into his mouth.

Although the clone's eating cannot fill the main body's stomach, the enjoyment on the taste buds is the same.

"It's so sweet." Xiao Jian gave a thumbs up.

"Really?" Zhang Weidong also smiled and took a bite of the sweet potato.

"Why don't you go rest first? I'll have a meal with them first." Xiao Jian pointed to the group of staff officers following him.

"Can you use me?" Zhang Weidong asked.

"No, no, you go and have a rest. I'll show you the report when you wake up." Xiao Jian hurriedly drove him away.

"Call me if you need anything! Don't be polite!" Zhang Weidong even left and shouted back.

"knew!"

…

Just when Xiao Jian followed a group of staff officers into the cafeteria.

On the edge of "Windmill World", in the mist near the sawmill.

A whirlpool suddenly appeared.

Then, several elite warriors wearing heavy armor and holding giant axes were thrown out of the mist vortex.

After these warriors stood firm and stood guard around them, several green-skinned priests in red robes walked out of the vortex as if they were strolling in a garden.

"...As predicted, something happened here." The red-robed priest holding the scepter whispered.

"I smell something ominous." The red-robed priest holding the holy book also said.

After the two priests, one on the left and the other on the right, had spoken, the red-robed one in the middle finally took a step forward and traced his fingers tremblingly through the air...

"There... there are a few survivors over there."

"Go and catch them."

The priest standing in the center had a voice as hoarse as a pile of bricks rubbing against each other.

"yes!"

The elite warrior who came out first immediately touched his chest and nodded, then pulled out his weapon and ran towards the direction pointed by the red-robed priest in the middle without hesitation.

Not long after, a few surviving green-skinned peons were caught, thrown in front of the priests, kicked on their knees, and held them down until they knelt on the ground.

"What happened?" The red-robed priest lowered his head and asked in a voice that sounded like stone bricks rubbing against the ground.

"...It's the high-level scavenger! And the demon of fear!" The green-skinned peon used his trembling voice to recount everything that had happened before.

From the raven kidnapping the slaves, to the berserkers deciding to attack the city early due to lack of manpower, and finally to the high-level zombies suddenly appearing in the fog...

As if he had never been infected or turned into a monster, this green-skinned peon told him exactly what he knew and what he was not supposed to know.

Although because of his relatively low status, his perspective on the problem is a bit short, and many details are not clear.

But the general process is correct.

"The Beast God...the Purge, and the Demon of Fear." A trace of deep exhaustion flashed in the eyes of the green-skinned priest.

"There are more and more troubles..." said the priest holding the holy book.

"..." The green-skinned priest walking in the middle only moved his eyes slightly, but did not respond.

"Master Priest, do you still want to mobilize manpower to continue attacking the city?" The priest holding the scepter asked for instructions.

"Of course." The officiant with a hoarse voice said matter-of-factly, "There are only three days until the deadline, and there is still a big gap in sacrifices. If the sacrifices are not sent...then it will not only be the demon of fear who will appear. "

After saying that, the officiant walked up to the green-skinned peon, stretched out his hand and gently touched his head.

"Although you are no longer you, I still thank you for the information... Thank you." The red-clothed priest stroked the green-skinned peon's head.

"Master Priest? You..."

"bump!"

Before the green-skinned peon could say anything, his head suddenly exploded, and countless soups and water spurted out from his body. However, his head and body were like balloons that had been popped. A pair of leather holsters fell to the ground.

The red liquid spurted out continuously, and the leather sheath of the green-skinned peon became more and more shriveled.

The red-robed priest holding the holy scripture lowered his head and chanted something, and then the bodies of the elite warriors around him immediately ignited with red fluorescence.

"Kill all the other peons...kill them cleanly."

"yes!"

Following the order of the Holy Scripture Priest, only four elite warriors were left around, while all other warriors spread out to hunt down the fleeing green-skinned peons.

"ah----"

"No, no, don't kill me, I'm not infected...ah!!"

"..."

The shrill screams continued to echo in the "Windmill World".

Although every green-skinned peon who was caught would sincerely beg for mercy, and some even said it very truthfully...but those elite warriors showed no mercy, and were chopped down without mercy by the blessed axes, and then Groups of blood burst out from the leather case.

No one was spared, no innocent.

"It's actually all rotten..." the green-skinned priest holding the scepter frowned.

"It's normal. After all, there is an invasion of purgers, and they are high-level purgers... There is no way to deal with them with just one or two ordinary berserkers."

The priest holding the holy book paused for a moment, waiting for the screams that interrupted him to subside completely, before continuing: "In the face of external threats, a sudden outbreak of large-scale parasitism is not necessarily a bad thing..."

"After all, we weren't attacked by the Purges, were we? Apparently those Purges were killed by the Dread Demons."

After the holy priest finished speaking, the staff-wielding priest who was listening quietly next to him also nodded slightly in agreement.

Only the officiant kept his eyes downcast, looking at the remaining base of the giant windmill with a stern expression.

"Eh? Why did the windmill fall down!?"

It was only then that the Holy Scripture Priest and the Staff-bearing Priest discovered that the giant windmill on the opposite side had actually been knocked down!

"Go and have a look." the officiant ordered.

"yes!"

The scripture priest and the staff-wielding priest looked at each other, and then walked towards the giant windmill.

There were corpses everywhere along the way.

The further they walked, the more frightened they became...

"...What exactly happened here? Why were these soldiers killed without any resistance?" The priest of the Holy Scriptures had a look of disbelief on his face.

"They must have encountered a very powerful high-level scavenger... The world they salvaged must not be simple." The staff priest also agreed in a low voice.

Go forward and marvel along the way.

Finally, the two priests walked up to the giant, demolished windmill.

"They, those high-level purgers, came from that direction..."

The holy priest raised his head and looked in the direction of Xiao Jian's courtyard through the thick fog.