Doomsday game, start as the Dragon King of the Abyss

"Ang !!"

A dragon groan suddenly sounded.

Immediately, I saw a one-man tall pitch-black young dragon flick its tail violently and fiercely whipped the head of a zombie beside him.

The dragon's tail is like a battering ram, and the moment it touches the zombie's head, it is like a watermelon shattering, and red and white splash out.

Seeing that he could easily kill a zombie with a random blow, Yang Ming was also quite surprised.

Then, Yang Ming's heart moved.

Properties panel.

Originally, Yang Ming thought that since this was called the Doomsday Game, there should also be an attribute panel, but he didn't expect it to be guessed by him.

Name: Yang Ming

Bloodline: Abyss Dragon King (EX)

Title: No

Class: No

Skill: Abyss Dragon Breath

Talent 1: Furnace Stomach Bag: Comes with a fire system top-level affinity, can digest and devour anything, transform it into food for growth, and provide a steady stream of energy for dragon breath.

Talent 2: (Sealed, Infant Dragon Unlocked)

Talent 3: (Sealed, Young Dragon Unlocked)

Talent 4: (Sealed, Young Dragon Unlocked)

Talent 5: (Sealed, Adult Dragon Unlocked)

Talent 6: (Sealed, Aged Dragon Unlocked)

Talent 7: (Sealed, Ancient Dragon Unlocked)

Talent 8: (Sealed, Elder Dragon Unlocked).

Talent 9: (Sealed, unlocked by the Ancient Dragon)

Basic Attributes:

Constitution: F (Growth EX) (Affects bone flesh growth, hematopoiesis and resistance to blows, persistence, wound self-healing speed)

Strength: F (Growth EX) (affects weight-bearing ability, melee effect, muscle fibers, wrist strength and arm strength)

Agility: F (Growth EX) (affects movement speed, attack speed, jumping, flight, balance, and reflexes).

Spirit: F (Growth EX) (affects neurons, willpower, magic effects, thinking ability, meditation effects, elemental affinity, illusion)

Perception: F (Growth EX) (affects sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste, perception, sixth sense)

Charm: F (Growth EX) (affects appearance, figure, leadership, temperament, eloquence, affinity)

Yang Ming quickly browsed the attribute panel.

The Abyss Dragon King bloodline is worthy of being EX-level, and he actually has a full nine talents!

Although Yang Ming doesn't know what the other bloodlines are, but if you think about it, you know that the Abyss Dragon King bloodline he has obtained is definitely the top one.

Moreover, judging from the fact that other talents were sealed, Yang Ming also knew that he was now in the state of a young dragon, which was equivalent to a newborn dragon clan, so all attributes were relatively low.

But it doesn't matter!

The growth shown later has all reached the EX level, proving that Yang Ming has infinite possibilities!

At the same time, Yang Ming also perceives that the apocalyptic game is not a real game.

At least, in the post-apocalyptic game, there is no such thing as level, experience, health bar, blue bar, etc.

In other words, both the player and the monster have Achilles' heels!

Yang Ming's parents are still alive, and he has a younger brother and sister.

When the apocalyptic game suddenly came, many people suddenly turned into zombies, and Yang Ming could only choose to hide.

"Now that I have a powerful ability, it's time to rush home!" Thinking

like this, Yang Ming looked at the zombies wandering around the street, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

At this moment, the streets were full of stumps and severed arms, and there were screams one after another.

In the face of the sudden apocalyptic game, the common people, who are accustomed to a peaceful environment, do not believe it in their hearts, and are relatively slow to react to the changes around them.

This also leads to the fact that when many people become zombies, they can easily launch attacks on targets that they ignore around them.

When they saw that someone had really lost their lives and was coldly and cruelly gnawed by zombies, the common people woke up like a dream.

Cars on the highway are racing at full throttle, people are frantically stepping on shared bicycles on the sidewalk, some people are pulling out sticks or kitchen knives from shops to try to drive away the zombies nearby, and some people are as lucky as Yang Ming and are excited to get a treasure chest on the road.

Different people, there are different options.

Yang Ming walked on the street, although the zombies around him were afraid of the dragon power that he inexplicably exuded, but their bloodthirsty instinct still drove them like moths to the fire, and they kept coming from all directions.

It's just this short period of time, these ordinary people who were still worried about oil, rice, firewood and salt just now, their faces have long lost their former vitality, the muscles on their withered faces are slightly involved, the corners of their mouths are showing hideous arcs, and their mouths are full of fangs, and they are rushing up one after another.

Facing these existences that can already be called monsters, Yang Ming's heart sank.

He clearly saw that among these zombies, some of them were covered with teeth and blood marks, and they were obviously the objects that had been gnawed by zombies.

This shows that the attacks of these zombies have some kind of toxin transmitted by infection.

Yang Ming had just obtained the bloodline of the Abyss Dragon King, and he didn't know if his dragon scales could stop the fangs and claws of the zombies.

"We must not let these zombies get close!" For

the sake of stability, Yang Ming took a deep breath, and the scorching fire element churned in the stomach pouch of the furnace, and then spit out along Yang Ming's mouth, turning into a pitch-black abyss dragon breath, covering the zombies within a hundred meters of the attack in a fan-shaped manner.

As soon as the abyssal dragon breath touched the clothes on the zombie's body, it could almost be said that it was instantaneous.

The black flame spread out on the corpse surface at a very rapid speed, burning the dry skin and subcutaneous fat, and constantly making a "crackling" sound.

Before these zombies could get close to Yang Ming, they were like burnt matches, and their charred corpses fell to the ground, shattering at the touch.

Although zombies have the characteristic that they will not die without breaking their heads, under the cruel incineration of the black flame, their brains have been scorched inside and out, and they are completely hopeless.

Easily kill at least twenty zombies around, and sure enough, as Yang Ming expected, there is no so-called experience gain from killing these zombies.

Feeling the energy churning in the furnace's stomach pouch, Yang Ming guessed that he could still use the Abyss Dragon Breath at least nine times, and he would not be able to keep up with it because he didn't devour the food, resulting in insufficient supplies.

"Run all the way home, it's better to fly back directly!" Yang

Ming knocked his head suddenly, he was still a fixed human mind before, and he didn't think of this layer.

He tried to flap the dragon wings behind him, and soon found that he was as stretched out as his own arms.

Yang Ming didn't think about it, and immediately stretched his dragon wings, driving his feet off the ground, exposing himself to the sight of others.

When the others on the street saw a black dragon soaring into the air,

they couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god, I can't be dreaming, right?"