Chapter 165 Red Robe Priest

If Zhang Weidong, who was bald before but still had a white beard, still had a bit of Taoist style, then now that his beard was shaved, he looked like an egg that was fried first and then braised...

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

Well, it was indeed a tiger-skin braised egg.

However, Xiao Jian did not share his experience...

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 stable tone: "Didn't you sleep last night? Why do you have two dark circles under your eyes?"

"..." Zhang Weidong glanced at him unhappily, "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 muttering, "You have to extract with zombies, and be careful not to extract them to death... It's very troublesome."

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

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

However, they were short of zombie cerebrospinal fluid at the 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, he not only stayed up all night, but also contributed his beard.

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

"They wanted to!" Zhang Weidong's eyebrows stood up, his eyes widened, "That dead fat guy said my eyebrows were too short, wait until I grow longer before shaving! I fucking..."

"Inhumane! Dehumanizing! Heartless! Harming the world! Extremely vicious! Violent..." Xiao Jian also cursed.

"Who said it wasn't!"

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

"...So, how many reconnection artillery components have been built?" Xiao Jian asked, rubbing his hands, "Still waiting to be used."

"..."

This turn of events suddenly interrupted Zhang Weidong's emotions.

"...Alas." Zhang Weidong looked up at the sky, with countless swear words stuck in his throat and unable to vent.

"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 for other worlds, and the security of all bases 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 at me, how can I be so embarrassed... Oh, how embarrassing." Zhang Weidong said embarrassedly, while approaching Xiao Jian to offer his courtesy: "Do you want to eat sweet potatoes? They are freshly baked, red and sweet!"

Xiao Jian took the sweet potato with a smile, peeled the skin and asked in a playful way: "But what if there are not enough reconnection components?"

"Shave eyebrows! It's just a little short! It's not unusable!" Zhang Weidong said righteously.

Xiao Jian looked at him and suddenly felt a little emotional. He stopped teasing and said seriously: "Thank you for your hard work."

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

However, how many "shoulds" are there in the world?

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

Although the eating of the clone could not fill the stomach of the main body, the enjoyment of the taste buds was the same.

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

"Isn't it?" Zhang Weidong also smiled and took a bite of the sweet potato.

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

"Do you need me?" Zhang Weidong asked.

"No, no, you should go and rest quickly. 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 left and turned back to shout.

"Got it!"

...

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

At the edge of the "windmill world", in the mist near the sawmill.

A vortex suddenly appeared.

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

When these warriors stood firm around and made a warning, several green-skinned priests in red robes walked out of the vortex as if strolling in the garden.

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

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

After the two priests on the left and right spoke, the red-robed one in the middle finally stepped forward and trembled in the air with his fingers...

"There are a few survivors over there."

"Go, catch them."

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

"Yes!"

The elite warrior who came out first immediately touched his chest and nodded, then drew 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, and then kicked on their knees, holding them down and making them kneel to 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 problems is somewhat short, and many details are unclear.

But the general process is correct.

"The beastly god...the purger, and the demon of fear." A hint 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 of 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 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, and waited until the screams that interrupted him had completely subsided 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.

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

It was only then that the priest and the priest discovered that the giant windmill on the opposite side had 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 Holy Scripture Priest's face was filled with disbelief.

"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.