"I'm completely angry!" the griffin moved his fingers, letting the ten fingers relax as much as possible, there was not a trace of anger on his face, but his tone was as fierce as a Tyrannosaurus rex: "Dare to ignore me? Duke, you must have eaten too much brain fragments!"

"I beg your pardon, I really don't want to talk to people who are not intellectually adequate!" Duke's mouth cannon counter was also sharp.

"It turns out that you have to pay the price of being brain-dead to become a vampire......" The griffin twisted its head and neck, and the bones of its body made a crisp sound.

If there are people who have participated in the national arts class.

Then you'll know what this string of bone rings means.

True Qi flows rapidly from the meridians, driving a special way of relaxing the muscular fascia of the whole body.

This is the best way to warm up, and it can quickly elevate a person to the peak state of the body with very slight movements, so as to face strong enemies.

If you put it in ancient times.

Then this special way of warming up is also called 'a whip'.

Similarly, Jonathan and Remiga, who were next to him, acted according to the law, and even if they joined forces, they did not mean to despise it at all. Usually let the little round face abuse them a lot, they don't have any so-called care about the face of the strong must be singled out, fools are single-handed, only the enemy with the fastest speed to knock down, is the real smart move.

All the genetic warriors learned one thing in Lin Dong's special training, that is, to use collective strength to deal with the most powerful enemies and reap the most fruitful results.

Single-handedness can't make it to hell training alive.

Single-handedness can't get out of purgatory alive.

There is no way out of the Sacred Valley.

Return to the surface.

It is impossible for a person who insists on going it alone to survive the attacks of powerful underground creatures such as the Blackwater Wyvern or the Devourer.

"Let's show you the mysterious power of immortality!" Duke, the original fast gunslinger and the vampire man who is so arrogant today that no one can see him, slowly lowered the wine glass in his hand.

Faster than lightning.

In the blink of an eye.

The claws were already pressed against the griffon's chest.

The griffin saw the sharp five fingers sink deep into his chest, and only then did he react, and when he angrily punched back, Duke, the fast gunner who had become a vampire, had already slipped onto his seat, his tongue licked the blood on his fingertips, his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glow of evil ~ evil, and the corners of his mouth hooked up proudly: "It's so sweet! It is worthy of the blood of a genetic warrior, it is very delicious, and it is full of vitality! Mr. Griffin, whose muscles are full of heads, we are in fact immortal beings, only our bodies still have even a drop of blood, we can survive! Even if our bodies become dried corpses, as long as a drop of blood seeps in, we can be resurrected! This is the secret of our immortality, and what about you? After a few decades, you will be old, full of gray hair, wrinkled, and rotten and rusty, and if you take two more steps, you will be out of breath, and you will look like you are about to die!"

"Why don't you go outside and bask in the warm and comfortable sun, you who will never die?" the griffin sneered.

"Innocent!" Duke, the fast gunslinger, shook his head, he held up a finger and shook it gently: "Don't be stupid, it's something deliberately exaggerated by ancient legends and film and television works! I admit that I do feel glaring when I stand in the sun, but if the sunlight kills us, then I'm sorry to disappoint you!"

"Is it because you're a half-tone? I think you're just a monster, not a man, and a vampire isn't a vampire, just a mongrel in between!" the griffin laughed.

"It's no good to provoke me, Griffin, I'll gouge out your heart, and eat it bite, bite by bite!" Duke smirked~.

"Ah, I'm scared, what should I do?" the griffin looked at Jonathan next to him.

Jonathan didn't match the griffin's funny expression.

Instead, his face was full of seriousness.

He used his hands.

Pointing straight at Duke, the fast gunner, "Show your true skills!" Duke, if you only have the slightest ability just now, then I'm sorry, I'm going to send you to God soon! It's useless to show off speed in front of us, it's outdated for us to use this set for a long time!"

"Really?"

Duke didn't finish his sentence.

The man was already standing behind Jonathan.

His movements were incredibly fast, and his claws pressed and grabbed the major artery on the side of Jonathan's neck: "I don't think there's anything wrong with being fast!"

After speaking.

Duke flicked his claws.

Ruthlessly severed the major artery on Jonathan's side of his neck.

What makes people feel weird is that Jonathan's neck is torn open with several large bloody wounds, the skin and flesh are rolled, and the baby's mouth is cracked, and the large and small blood vessels in it are broken into several pieces, but there is not even a drop of blood oozing out inside. Jonathan didn't seem to know that half of his neck was cut off, and the expression on his face was still as calm as ever: "It's really disappointing me, Duke, if you really only have such a little ability, then you don't need Griffin and Remiga, I can beat you to scum by myself!"

"Damn!" Duke, the sharpshooter, vanished, turned into an afterimage, and returned to his seat.

The calm and confident smile on his face was gone.

Instead.

It was a kind of anger that broke out after forcibly suppressing it, and couldn't help but erupt in anger: "You are obviously human beings, how can you control your own blood? Who taught you the secret technique of dark night blood energy?"

Jonathan pressed his hand to the side of his neck, and his wound healed quickly and quickly with a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than half a minute, more than half of it had healed.

Anger at Duke, the fast gunner.

The griffin shrugged his shoulders: "I'm sorry, we really don't know what is called the Dark Night Blood Energy Secret Technique, using blood energy to control blood, this is the most basic requirement that Mr. Wood put forward when training us, if we can't even do this, then we are not qualified to be called a genetic warrior at all......! If you become a vampire and only learn to prick or cut with your fingernails, then I can only say 'goodbye' to you!"

"Goodbye!"

Duke the Sharpshooter vanished in place, flashing behind the griffon.

His right hand was blood-red, as if it had turned into a blood-colored bone blade, and it slammed into the griffon's vest viciously.

The griffin is gone.

Duke's bone-bladed right hand only stabbed into the void air.

With a missed hit, Duke the Sharpshooter reverts to a fast-sliding phantom and returns to his seat. At this time, there was a person behind the seat, and the griffin had been standing there for some time, looking at the leather seat with a strange probe: "Why do you have to come back here? Pretend~ It's not like you pretending to be like this! You have done this again and again, you are not tired of me, I am a little tired of it, it is difficult for me to cooperate with you!"

"Get out!" said Duke, slamming the table.

Several sharp blades swished out from behind the chair, stabbing at the griffon that had been looking at curiously.

At the same time, Duke the fast gunner pulled out two pistols from the drawer and banged them...... Accurate and intense shooting, the two guns fired a rain of bullets at Jonathan and Remiga, respectively, until the bullets in the pistol were completely empty.

Jonathan swam like a fish, swimming from the barrage to Duke's desk in the fast gunner: "Is there no other trick?"

A hint of panic flashed in Duke's pupils.

He knew that Jonathan and the others had become stronger than before, whether it was the display in the data or the judgment after the previous meeting, it proved that Jonathan and other genetic warriors were making crazy progress, and they had not stopped their improvement for a day. Despite his mental preparations, Duke still couldn't believe that he had become so powerful that he couldn't even crush the other party in terms of strength...... How many genetic potions have these guys been injected?

"Die, whoever sees me transform will die!" "Duke the fast gunner was furious, waved his hand to force Jonathan back in front of him, then pulled up his seat, threw it at the griffin who dodged the sharp knife, and finally kicked out of the desk, blocking Remiga, who was walking this way unhurriedly: "You forced me to transform, you will be the first stepping stone for me to devour this world!"

Duke the Gunslinger roared like thunder.

The handsome appearance is distorted and deformed in an instant, and the muscle lumps converge and move on the face, and the skull is deformed with it.

The body swelled several times, the muscles directly broke through the clothes, the bone spurs slowly extended behind the spine, and the nails of the hands stretched out and bent like claws.

His mouth was split to the edge of his ears, his teeth were sharp, sharp and dense, and his long tongue split into a lizard-shaped shape, hissing to detect and sense various elements in the air. Duke's closed eyes snapped open, and his deep-set eyes became terrifying, his eyeballs completely blood-colored, and his pupils strangely formed the vertical pupils of snakes or lizard-like creatures.

Duke increased his height to more than two meters at this time.

Even if it is bent over the waist.

Keep your head down.

He was also far taller than Griffon, Jonathan, and Remiga.

"It's kind of interesting!" Jonathan nodded with satisfaction: "It would be more rewarding to press such an enemy to the ground and rub it!"

"It's still a little short of what I expected!" Remiga still shook his head, "It seems that it is a change based on the nodulum-headed echinoderm and rickets bobtail, plus a little bit of archagnawed genes! Duke, Cepes really expects you to explore the surface world? Isn't it a bit of a joke? No matter how bad it is, I will give you the genes of a Blackwater Wyvern, right?"

"It's ugly!" the griffin looked a little disgusted, "This kind of fusion can only be considered a monster, right?

"Die!" Duke pounced angrily, his speed increasing as he turned into a monster, and swept the griffon away with one claw.

However, the next second.

Jonathan's fist was already slamming into his face.

Duke couldn't get to his feet after retreating several steps, and Remiga's feet followed, kicking him hard in front of him with a thud, exactly where Jonathan was attacking.

"An attack weaker than a mosquito!" Duke, relying on his strong physique, took the hard connection without fear, and his arrogant spirit rose to the sky.

"Fight the cattle across the mountain!" the griffin threw a straight punch that slammed Duke into the wall like a cannonball.

Walls crumble.

Duke flew all the way in.

When he got up angrily and roared at the griffin, the griffin scratched the back of his head with a little embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I haven't practiced fighting cattle across the mountain, and I can only fight cattle at present, not across the ......mountain."

Remiga's hand clapped on Duke's shoulder: "Look at my side!"

He also threw a straight punch.

Knock Duke's massive body into the air.

Duke smashed into the extremely strong but unbearable crumbling walls of the secret base for the second time, and this time he got up again, his mind was a little dizzy, and the focus of his eyes began to shake, and he couldn't focus for a while. When Duke shook his head to dispel his dizziness, Jonathan had somehow come to the other side, similar to Remiga's movements, holding Duke's shoulder was a heavy straight punch......

Boom!

It took a long time for Duke, who had sunk into the other wall, to staggering to his feet.

Blood oozed from his mouth and nose, his teeth were broken, his face was deformed, and his eyes were full of resentment and hatred: "You dare to humiliate Uncle Duke so much, you all have to die!"

Duke's body was deformed again.

This time.

The magnitude of the deformation.

Much bigger than the previous one.

The second transfiguration of Duke was completely humanoid, and from a distance, it looked like a combination of an acanthocarp and a rickets bobtail.

"Hey, isn't it? You mutined halfway through the low-level garbage that you joined even a second transformation? Isn't the second transformation a special skill that only mini-bosses have? Anyway, if we beat you as a mini-boss, will you still drop a few pieces of equipment for us like in the game?"

"Griffin, you should transform too!" Jonathan asked the griffin to transform into one.

"I won't!" the griffin was a little confused, I would transform, how did I not know I had the ability?

"You can't transform, you still dare to brag that you are Mr. Wood's number one fan?" Remiga felt that the griffin was suspected of discrediting Lin Dong.

"Do you have what it takes to try one?" the griffon was annoyed.

"Please, I'm a human and not a monster!" Jonathan shook his head immediately.

"Am I not human?" the griffon was even more annoyed when he heard this.

"Griffin, you maybe, your name is Griffin, and you're suspicious of you when you say you're human!" Remiga said at the end.

"Bump!" "What can the griffon say?"