"Are you kidney-deficient, and your strength is so small?"

Keodis used his arm to block the short knife and cursed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His arm was fleshy and bloody. However, this was only one of the countless wounds on his body.

Tiny streams of blood flowed out of those wounds, like streams. Gradually, the streams converged into rivers, and the rivers converged into great rivers, and the blood-colored water flowed down his legs to the ground. Where he stood, there was a sea of blood.

Even Renzi, who had never experienced such a life-fighting scene, could see at a glance that Caiodis was in a great crisis.

Those taciturn men in black, with weapons of different forms, attacked Caiodis one after another, leaving blood-red marks on his body. And he can only resist with his physical body and fight back with his fists. 、

Renzi could see that Caiodis was very strong, unusually strong. A normal person has lost consciousness after bleeding so much that even if he is not dead. And Caiodis is not only able to stand, but also constantly fighting back.

But what's the point?

"Bang!"

Another punch slammed into the door, and the eerie metal mask was dented deeply. If it was an ordinary person who received this punch, it is estimated that the nasal bones have been shattered, and a serious concussion is inevitable. But the man in the black mask only paused, then raised his right hand again and plunged the dagger into Caiordis's chest.

It's weird, it's just too weird.

Lianzi was completely shocked, and she didn't even notice the blood that had splashed her body. Having lost her judgment of the situation and her sense of urgency, there was only one question in her mind:

"Why aren't these people afraid of getting hurt at all?"

This battle has continued until now, and even if it is more and less, it can only be said to be evenly matched. Caiodis was covered in bruises, and the men in black were no better. Some of them had their hands broken, some of them had their legs broken, and there were no unscathed people.

But why, no matter how many times these people are knocked down, they can get back up again, and no matter how much they are hurt, they will not move half a beat slower.

Why can that broken arm still hold a weapon, why does that broken leg still hold up a body, why does that cracked head still have a mind?

If they were humans, half of them would have been incapacitated.

If it's human......

"Ahem...... You're ...... Bastard ......"

Caiodis kicked the enemy back into the pile, leaving a dented shoe print on his chest. He wanted to curse more, but the broken trachea didn't allow him to make any more noise.

He took two steps forward, trying to catch up and make up for it, but the men in black retreated at this point - it was obvious that they wanted to adjust their form before reorganizing the attack.

After all, those guys don't need to fight him at all, they just need to wait for him to bleed to death, after all, the war of attrition is "their" strong point.

"Phew!"

Caiodis sprayed blood foam in their faces, but did not continue the pursuit.

Brave is brave, but his brain is not stupid. Rushing into the crowd of people who are waiting for them is tantamount to suicide.

But, is there anything better for him than that?

Sensing that his vision was getting blurry, Caiodis got down on one knee and tightened his body to keep his blood circulating. The cold touch comes from the knees, pierces the spinal cord, flows into the brain, and then transmits it to the whole body.

It's cold, it's cold, his blood has never been so cold.

It's so cold that you can't help but want to laugh.

"Haha...... Hahahaha...... Ahem...... Kaha......"

Caiodis looked at his own face reflected in the pool of blood and smiled.

That face was ridiculously embarrassed, so he couldn't help it for a while, so he laughed out loud.

He laughed like a bellows, coughing and leaking air, and laughing out loud. Everyone present, whether it was the lotus seed or the twelve black cloaks, was stunned.

Caiodis, on the other hand, just laughed at himself as if no one was around, laughing at his own stupidity, laughing at his own failures. In his head, his friend's advice sounded to him.

"Try to stay calm and use your strength wisely. ”

Abandon your reason and give your body to instinct, this is your destiny and mine.

"Think about what you're going to do if you lose that power. ”

When I'm dying, I still want to fart!

"Remember, the strong control the power, and the weak are controlled by the power. ”

You can't control me.

"Keodis, sober up!"

Me, phew!

"Ahh......h

Somehow, Caiodis's throat grew again, and both the strange wind and the unstoppable coughing disappeared in an instant. He bowed his head, let out a long breath, and then said in a low, rough voice that was different from the previous one:

"Finally it was my turn. ”

"How ......"

Renzi just wanted to go up and ask him what was going on, but she was surprised to find that Caiodis, who was still squatting on the ground just now, had disappeared on the spot.

"How is this possible?"

She rubbed her eyes to make sure what she was seeing was not a hallucination, but a real reality. There was once a man in that pool of blood, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Until she heard the screams, Hasuko couldn't understand the current situation. But when the hoarse cries of the men in black reached her ears through the masks, through the darkness, she suddenly guessed something.

There is only one possibility, even if they were beaten to the point that their heads were bleeding, and now they are making a sound......

Renko trembled and raised her flashlight, and through the faint white light, she witnessed a scene that she would never forget in her life: the humanoid creature that was originally Caiodis was preying on the men in black.

Note that it is predation, not mere killing.

He, or rather, it's holding a man in one hand, and with the other he tore open his belly, pulling out the entrails inside, and stuffing them in large chunks into his mouth.

Knives, guns, swords, axes...... Countless weapons rained down on it, but it didn't care about it, just gnawed on its prey. The bloody scars on its body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving not a single scar. The damage inflicted on it by the eleven men in black was stunned that it could not keep up with the speed at which it regenerated itself, although they did not cause any real damage to it at all.

This guy is plundering other people's flesh and blood as a way to repair his own damage. This statement seems unreasonable, but Lianzi feels that this is the most reasonable explanation for its behavior.

If it weren't for that, then she couldn't imagine what kind of monster this creature was standing in front of her.

"Bloodline meat, the finest meat steak, hahahaha......"

"Caiodis" swallowed a mouthful of fresh flesh and wiped his mouth, erupting in a maniacal laugh. With a flick of its arm, it threw the gnawed creature against the wall, and the man collapsed to the ground like a puppet with a broken string, no longer moving.

"Come to Daddy!"

With a roar, it rushed into the crowd like a cannonball, starting a new round of killing. It ignored the blade as nothing, letting the weapons hit it, and it was busy tearing the chest of its foe with both hands.

Originally, steel collided with flesh and blood, and it must have been the latter who was injured, but now, the situation has been reversed. The sharp blade on its body is like cutting on reinforced concrete, and the best result is to leave a shallow scratch on the other party at the cost of curling the blade.

But what's the point?

"Its body can't be flesh and blood," Lotus Seed was so sure, "it must be something else, something more tenacious, stronger." ”

There has been some kind of qualitative change in its body, it must be like this, otherwise it doesn't make sense.

Qualitative change, indeed, even a blind person can perceive the change in that body. Not only that, but it also underwent a noticeable change - after biting the third man in black to death, its body was several times larger than before.

Although Caiodis was originally a big man, he was not as exaggerated as the current "it". Now, the muscles of its upper body are swelling up one by one, easily tearing through the clothes, and on top of that, it is still getting bigger. It bulged, then swelled, its skin like a balloon held up by the muscles underneath, gradually approaching the limit of stretching, reaching the brink of collapse, as if it were cracking at any moment.

Then, the soles of its feet began to grow longer and wider, and its sharp toenails tore through the shoe, exposing it to the air, looking like the hind feet of a wild animal. On top of that, its legs are constantly elongated, and at the same time it becomes thicker and more powerful, which also makes it easily break through three meters in height.

Now, instead of using its fingers to shred enemies, it has some kind of sharper, harder, colder natural weapon that grows from its five fingers. Renko couldn't see its hand because it was faster than the limits of her vision, but she knew what it was.

That thing, no doubt a claw, not a nail, but a claw. The nails of humans are called nails, and among beasts, they are called claws.

"Face me!" it roared as it hooked its claws at a man in black who had turned and fled, "I want to see your face when I kill you." ”

It grabbed the man's neck, lifted him up in front of its eyes, and ripped the iron mask off his face. The man kicked his legs like a chick, struggling desperately, but he could not break free from its iron claws anyway.

This was the first time Lianzi had seen the face of the man in black under his mask: it was a bloodless, miserable face. Before she could recognize its face, the monster had bitten its face. It was only then that she noticed that the monster that had been Caiodis had a head that was no longer a human head at all.

Its eyes turned from sea blue to deep red, its ears became sharper and moved upwards considerably, and its mouth and nose protruded a large chunk forward, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth when they opened and closed. The current head is not so much a human head as a wolf head with no hair, which looks very unnatural.

Hair, what it lacks now is the hard bristles that a beast should have, covering its body. As long as it grows hair, it no longer has the shadow of a human being, and it becomes a monster completely.

"Smack!"

"Whew!"

With a crisp crack of skin and a howl of pain, the human skin wrapped around it finally couldn't bear the weight and shattered from the top of its head to the tip of its toes, revealing the fur underneath Lotus Seed's eyes.

It was a long, silvery-white coat that rose and fell with its movements, swaying from side to side with the flow of air. For a moment, Lianzi even felt that there was something beautiful about the scene in front of her: white shadows dancing in the night, splashing bright red paint wantonly, making grotesque paintings on the pitch-black canvas.

Unfortunately, now was not a good time to enjoy the paintings, and if she wanted to escape, she still had a chance, but she just couldn't take a step, and she didn't know if she was addicted to it, or if she was simply too scared to move.

Hasuko's consciousness went blank, her limbs refused to move, her brain refused to process any information, her throat refused to make any sound, her body refused to react to the scene in front of her, and she froze.

The only organ in her body that is still faithful to her duty is her eyes. Only the eyes were still translating the killing feast into visual signals that were injected into her brain, whether she wanted to accept it or not.

"The last one!"

"Click"

After effortlessly snapping the neck of the last remaining man in black, the upright beast suddenly realized something, and turned to face Usami Renko with a sinister smile, although the expression with the blood-stained beast teeth could not be called a "laugh" at all.

Its footsteps were much heavier than they had been at first, sounding like fists pounding on a death knell, suffocating heavily. It walked unhurriedly, because it knew that the girl in front of it could not escape from its palm.

This weak little girl is not even a "prey" in its eyes, at best a small snack between her teeth.

Renzi knows this, too, and whether or not her brain can organize her thoughts in despair, every cell in her body can tell her, "You're dying." ”

The penlight slipped from between her fingers and fell to the ground. And her knees slowly lowered to the ground. Renzi fell to her knees, closed her eyes, and waited for her end.

At the last moment, she remembered the monster's name.

This creature, she had obviously seen it in movies, read it in novels, and heard it in myths and legends, why did she forget it at this time?

"Are you...... Werewolf ......"