扒美女衣服游戏

I was imagining a zombified version of Elaya, bloodied, rotten, and missing chunks of flesh. I should point out that this look didn’t appeal to me in the slightest. I had experienced the undead many times since coming to this world, and I had never met an attractive undead. A few ghosts could be cute, but never the undead.

My eyes caught just a flash of silver hair. “That’s it!”

I didn’t know why I was certain of it, but when I saw the hint of someone hiding in the crowd, I knew it was them. With a roar, I kicked off a midair step and then slammed into the zombies below.

“Don’t hit her!”

“Y-yes!”

It probably wasn’t a fair request on Alysia, but I was also trying to avoid hitting her. Just in case, I wanted Alysia there as backup. This boss would end up being the seed I’d use to build my dungeon. Frankly, the idea of a zombie queen interested me quite a bit. Their ability to control a large horde made their potential as a boss extremely alluring. It meant that they could directly control the creatures in the dungeon.

Usually, a boss only could control the dungeon so far, and the dungeon itself could respond too in ways counter to the boss. This created a lot of limitations. For example, once a monster left the dungeon, it was free from the dungeon’s control. This put the dungeon in a hard spot where they are expending energy in the hopes that it will pay them back, usually by protecting them, as Mina’s Dungeon had done once.

However, if the zombie horde could be controlled directly by the boss, it might be possible to send them out to capture and bring back other creatures for harvest. In short, I could create a means of dungeon production using a zombie horde.

With that thought in my mind, I realized I had to catch this boss alive and tame it immediately. Any other boss would potentially be too difficult, and likely wouldn’t be able to help me fulfill my goals as efficiently as a zombie queen.

I chopped through a dozen zombies, and as soon as I saw that silver hair again, I reached out and snatched them. The zombies naturally reacted, lunging toward me, but I pushed off, ripping them out of the crowd of zombies.

“Gotcha!” I cried out, leaping up into the air and activating my monster taming skills. “You’re mine now! Submit to me-ahhh!”

In my arms was a little girl, perhaps no older than ten. She looked up at me with terror-filled eyes, and then she burst out into tears wailing. The zombie queen was a little girl… and I made her cry.