The half-dragon species wreaked havoc in the colony. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The word wreak havoc is supposed to be used to describe all kinds of natural disasters. But there is no mistake in the description of this demon seed at the moment.

Because it has long gone beyond the realm of living things. For humans, it is even more terrifying than the so-called natural disaster!

Watch as the half-dragon species brutally tore off one of the youth's arms after trampling it in half, and then put it in its mouth and chewed it continuously. The cruel scene made the faces of the humans who fell to the ground instantly pale. Some of those with poor psychological quality have already started retching. But all of this is impossible to awaken the compassionate heart of the demon seed in front of him, which does not exist at all.

After chewing the arm in his mouth a few times, as if he felt that the human flesh was not as delicious as he imagined, the half-dragon spit out a white bone. There were also many strips of meat that had either been chewed up or were relatively tough, and they looked terrifying.

The young man who fell to the ground, with only half of his body left, kept wailing. But this scream is also gradually weakening with the passage of time.

At the same time, he is weakened, and his vitality is also alive.

Without glancing at the young man he had turned into like this, the half-dragon took a step.

In just one step, he walked in front of another human.

It was an old woman with gray hair. She was on crutches, squinting in horror and hostility at the demon seed that had come up to her. Although she is now weathered and old, she can still vaguely see a little bit of the charm of her youth - a few decades ago, she was probably a beauty.

But even the current beauty can't affect the killing intent of the half-dragon species, not to mention that at this moment, the old woman is trembling and raising her crutches - hitting the monster with all her might.

"You give back my son! You give back my son! ”

She shouted.

Faced with the attacking crutches, the half-dragon species easily judged that this attack was no threat to them at all.

So it didn't dodge. It looked at the woman in front of it, and there was only tyranny in its eyes.

The crutches hit its dark scales. Subsequently, it was interrupted.

The old woman had no support and fell directly to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Suddenly, no sound sounded.

The world seems to have fallen silent.

The one who broke the silence was still the demon seed. It didn't move, but its tail swept out suddenly, and with the sound of the wind breaking, it struck the old woman from top to bottom.

Under this blow, the space has a tendency to shatter, how can the powerless old woman stop it? Under one blow, the old woman's head was directly shattered! The red and white liquid spurted out, some splashing onto the muddy floor, some splashing onto the black tail of the half-dragon serpent, but the next moment it slid directly to the ground and fell into the dust, leaving not even a trace.

Yes, even if humans try their best, it is impossible to inflict even the slightest damage on a monster like the demon species.

You can't even print a trace. After all, that's the limit for humans as creatures.

The half-dragon tail swept out at will, sweeping the old woman's headless body aside. Then, it continued to move forward.

Its footsteps shook the earth.

It's just an ordinary movement, and it can create effects that humans can't achieve with all their might.

This is the power of the half-dragon race in the demon species.

The third-order is enough to distort the power of the spatial degree.

The monster had already walked in front of the next person.

It was a young girl. The slightly immature but very delicate face was full of horror at the moment, and in the deepest part of the horror, there was still a trace of unwillingness.

The unwillingness to change nothing for oneself, and the unwillingness to be weak of human beings. But even if she thought so, all she could do was watch the half-dragon species get closer and closer to her, but she couldn't even have the courage to take a step and escape.

She knew very well that it was useless to run away.

Even if it was just a cannibal, it was impossible for a human to escape from its hands, let alone a half-dragon species that was more powerful than a cannibal.

This is a monster that cannot be defeated even if it gathers thousands of people.

The half-dragon species moved on. The girl could already smell the stench emanating from it. It was the smell of a demon stained with blood, as if it had come out of hell.

At this moment, the "demon" was in front of her.

It raised its right hand - no, the word "hand" was not appropriate to describe the monster.

It's claws.

A swarthy right claw thicker than a small tree. The sharp armor on the claws shimmered like gold and iron, and it was a murder weapon sharper than ordinary knives.

Seeing the sharp claws swing towards her, the girl's thinking speed suddenly accelerated countless times, and the time around her seemed to be stretched infinitely. She clearly saw the cold light on the claws, the tyranny and coldness in the monster's eyes. The next moment, she thought about her whole life.

The town where he was born was destroyed by the aftermath of the monsters' battles, and he was orphaned.

When he was only four or five years old, he was forced to wander, and if he hadn't been discovered by a hunter who had gone out to hunt in a colony, he would have died of black ashes, if not starved to death.

In the colony, you have no choice but to be a hunter. Although they are very good to themselves, they still can't forget their parents.

I'm afraid this is what everyone has experienced.

Because in the battlefield of monsters, the human home can only be destroyed, and the human society will only be ravaged by these guys. Because they think they are an intellectual race, and humans are nothing more than "monkeys".

Ah, they all say that they will recall their lives before they die, but is it true?

But--sure enough, I'm still a little unwilling.

When will this kind of world be changed?

The beast's claws grew closer.

His own death was imminent.

I am unwilling, but even if I pray to God now, it will not be useful.

In this situation, the only way to end up is death.

The next moment, a blue sheen pierced the space.

The girl felt her body suddenly be pushed away by some gentle but irresistible force, dodging the claws of the half-dragon species.

The eternal tyrannical eyes of the half-dragon species seemed to flash a trace of surprise.

And then, the surprise froze.

Because the half-dragon species also froze in their eyes.

Because the head of the half-dragon species suddenly flew up.

With her back to herself, the barefoot girl in a red and white shrine maiden costume stood in front of the monster at some point. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind, revealing her delicate side face. It adds a bit of bizarre beauty to the picture.

In her hands, the blue illusory sword seemed to be stained with blood.

In the next instant, a red liquid spurted out from where the half-dragon had lost its head.

Seeing this bloody scene, the first thought that appeared in the heart of the rescued girl was actually - it turned out that the blood of this monster was also red......

ps: I haven't updated it in the past two days because I suddenly had a new brain hole, and then I wrote a new book outline for two days...... It's a weekend anyway, so it's okay to take a break!