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My mutated blood was modified and injected into others, and then it was not possible to produce a complete variant. So, just give the fresh, unexpired fruit to Neri to eat...... The words of the king of Doom are worthy of acceptance.

Buzz and I speculated that the fastest way to find the "Fruit" was to go directly to the "Original Beast King" who had eaten the fruit.

This mission aims to be the "Mother of the Sky". According to intelligence, it has been conquered by the Princesses in the "Taming Challenge", and the Queens who conquered it are hidden in it.

So, I'm going to go into the Mother Sky to find the princess and ask me all about the "Fruit".

"Thirty seconds before launch...... Five, four, three, two, one. 」

I listened to Kladow's icy voice as I clenched the "weapon" I had recently gotten from Buzz.

The two-meter-long stick mixed with all kinds of hard metal and my bones, even if the "I" in my body was awakened by the "horn of opening the meal", and the mouth covered with shadow hand strips wrapped around it, would not be swayed by desire and lose my mind, and I ate the weapon. On the other hand, if you don't touch the body of the stick, the bare shadow hand strip on the surface can eat everything you touch.

I clenched my hands on the long stick lying across my lap.

After two months of use, I couldn't leave it. The coldness and dullness transmitted through the palm of my hand still give me a dull pain in my side chest and inside my right thigh.

My beast king's body is as powerful as a lizard's regenerative power, and her entire severed arm can be restored in two days. The vigorous circulatory metabolism and cell proliferation power make the anesthetic injected into the body melt into a large amount of sweat that drains the pores in less than 15 minutes. I was almost unanesthetized on a belt on the operating table, watching as Buzz, with a mesh hat covering my hair and a mask covering my mouth, only my eyes showing a wicked smile did a full set of bone extraction in one go.

I got the terrifying trauma imprinted into my brain, and in exchange for a combat power that increased by several notches.

With a long stick that mixes spear and sword moves, and my own "power of the princess", my fighting skills have been enhanced to a level of diversity that is unmatched before...... Now, I'm sure to get the tip of the stick to touch Empress Clark's throat.

——！

The military projectile turtle used the strong muscles contained in the green algae-colored hard shell to push the black iron ball, which covered the mucus flowing inside the barrel, and when it ejected, there was no loud noise, not even a slight "wave", and I was sitting in it at a very fast speed, throwing it into the air at a height of 10,000 meters in an instant.

The original species of the projection turtle itself lives at the bottom of the valley and survives by eating the beasts that fly through the canyon sky. In addition to quickly rising to shoot down "food", the slime attached to the surface can also ensure that the food is blown away by high-pressure air or smashed all over the ground when the hard ball falls.

There is very little "food" flying over the canyon, sometimes more than a month or half a year, so food preservation is very important. In order to prevent a lack of hard-won food, they naturally evolved special organs.

The large body deducts internal organs and other organs, freeing up more than half of the space as a food storage box. The space was converted into a makeshift command post, accommodating about three people and minimal equipment for a squad to use.

The silent projection function has been improved to allow soldiers to launch surprise attacks quickly.

Although it is convenient, I don't like it and I care about it, that is, the so-called "hard ball" actually refers to the excrement of the projecting turtle, and the anti-aircraft gun with its tail can be imagined to be a "free excrement port" that allows the "poop" to be aimed and fired. It's disgusting to hunt food with poop, eat it with poop, and project turtles and beasts.

Sitting in the iron ball that was launched instead of poop, I almost threw up.

There is a three-axis gyroscope designed in the iron ball, and no matter how the iron ball shakes, my body can be kept stable.

Suddenly, the centrifugal force of downward pressure pressed against my chest, and the nerves in my whole body tensed rapidly.

And then—outside of the dark, narrow space I was, there was a loud crash through the hard shell.

- It's not a "bump" when you hit a hard object.

The function of the Mother of the Sky is very similar to that of the Mother Earth, both of which are "moving natural ecology", giving birth to many beasts, but the Mother of the Sky is floating above the clouds, and 70% of the body is made of water, and the appearance is like an angry fat pufferfish.

I was supposed to hit the wide belly that was too big to fit into the eyes of ordinary people.

Moreover, it is a transparent film that can be regenerated immediately after destruction, and when it penetrates inside, it enters the cold bottom of the "deep sea".

- So the impact sound is a "pop".

The pressure on my body didn't go away, and it took about five seconds to rush out of the water from the bottom of the ocean - then when I think about it, the upward centrifugal force suddenly disappeared - I guess the iron ball drew at least a steep parabola in the air, and after about two seconds, gravity began to compress the perceptual circle around me.

Little by little, the pressure acting in the abdominal cavity deepens.

I gritted my teeth to the limit—

Impact!

The expected collision spread to every inch of the ball, and my numb hands gripped the metal rod desperately. Waiting for the buffered recovery period to pass, I explored the glowing green electronic dial on my elbow pads in the darkness filled with my gasps.

Expertly press a few buttons to untie the straps that hold the chest and waist to the chair cushion. At the same time, the sound of pressure leaking from the hatch opened from the bottom up. Sunlight and thin air from outside invade the room through the widening cracks in the door.

I took a deep breath. The cold and wet air filled my lungs, and I bent over to my feet. Facing the white world outside, I took the first step.