A pair of huge wing skeletons emerged from the submarine's hard, thick back skin, flesh and blood tissue quickly formed, and feathers gradually plumped.

A hideous monster with and rough skin, but a pair of white wings grows on its back, this scene with great contrast looks very incongruous.

Aragaki flapped his wings slightly, and a few white feathers fluttered and fell, and it felt as simple as controlling his hands, and there seemed to be no other feeling.

He mustered all his strength, and his huge wings flapped faster and faster, stirring the air to produce a huge convection, and in an instant, the flying sand and rocks blew and the people on the ground screamed and fell to the ground, unable to open their eyes.

Aragaki couldn't lift his huge body off the ground even a single bit, and he jumped up and flapped his wings only to slow down his landing slightly.

After fluttering for a long time, there were a few more pieces of meat under his feet, and he realized that his weight was the biggest problem with flying as he watched the feathers flying all over the sky.

He quickly flipped through the database of his monster system, and soon found that the bones of birds were hollow, and it was precisely because of the lightened bones and wings that birds could fly into the sky with their bodies.

As soon as he wrote the hollow data of the bones into the genes, the pain of the drill heart swept through his body, and even Aragaki himself heard the bones in his body make an overwhelming squeak, his body was too large, and the hollow bones were simply overwhelmed, so that no one else needed to destroy it, and soon he would be crushed to death by himself.

He quickly dismantled the bone hollow data before his legs were crushed.

"Whew!" What to do! The irritated Aragaki let out a deafening roar. Frightened, all the people who could move cried and crawled into the distance, and some people collapsed in despair waiting for death.

He was now a head taller than a twenty-story building, and the wide streets could no longer accommodate his huge body.

As he staggered forward, the buildings on both sides caught his body, and the rough thick skin grinded against the reinforced concrete staircase, so he had to tear down the obstructive buildings as he walked.

There was a slight noise in the sky, and Aragaki threw away the roof in his hand and raised his huge head to look at the sky.

After turning into a monster, his eyesight also became monster-level vision.

Ordinary people can see from a distance what is just a small black dot in his eyes. At this time, through the thin clouds, he saw two American F-22s.

He remembered reading the news that this kind of very good plane was called a jet fighter.

Aragaki's two bathtub-sized amber eyes burst into a scorching glow.

Whether he can shoot down a fighter fighter from a height of several thousand meters depends on whether he can fly.

Two shells whizzed along his tracks, and Aragaki turned to take refuge in the high-rise area where the tall buildings were lined with good shelter. A cannonball hit him in the back accurately, and a large mushroom cloud rose.

The rough metal skin didn't hurt him much, and he didn't even slow down his feet in the slightest.

But the impact of the explosion caused him to sway under his feet, overwhelm a tall building, and then quickly burrow into the area of the high-rise building, successfully avoiding the fighter pilot's lock-on.

In the aftermath of the explosion, car sirens rang out on city streets, and two fighter pilots flew fighter jets around the area of high-rise buildings, looking for disappearing targets.

Aragaki was hiding in a hole in a building and looking out, he had to be able to knock out the fighter with one blow, how that ultra-long-range attack should be done.

The monster system database in my mind began to flam through quickly, and finally stopped at the page of anti-materiel tank data. Aragaki quickly wrote the tank data into the genetic data.

"Write capability begins."

"Write capability complete."

Within a few minutes of starting and finishing, Aragaki could feel a heat in his abdomen, and even a newly opened chamber.

The anti-aircraft shells began to prepare, and the next second that Aragaki came to his senses, the corrosive liquid in the acid chamber quickly secreted into a ball and continued to compress.

The new chamber is running, and a large amount of gas evaporates from the capillaries of the chamber, and the air pressure in the chamber increases.

The pilot of fighter No. 1 in the sky was the first to discover the target.

"No. 2, No. 2, No. 1 found the target, found the ...... My God! What the hell is this. ”

Fighter No. 1 pilot Jeff was amazed by what he saw on the screen. The original dragon-like monster looked like a balloon that had been blown up, and its bulging belly made it almost lose its prototype.

Suddenly, the monster seemed to quickly open its mouth towards him, and its huge belly instantly flattened, and the powerful air pressure enveloped something towards him.

"Number 1! Number 1! Get out of the way! No! ”

"Smack! Boom! ”

The hit fighter burst into flames in the air and fell uncontrollably from a great height.

Aragaki excitedly ran quickly in the direction of the fighter's fall, and the rest of the fighters chased after him and fired desperately, the itching caused by the bullet falling on his body was not worth mentioning at all to the excitement of getting the data of a fighter jet.

The ground where the fighter jet fell was a one-family building area, and Aragaki had flattened a large number of houses with his big feet. Stretching out his huge claws to catch the target smoothly, the impact of the kilometer-feeling high-altitude speed down made his thick arms shock.

He excitedly looked at the dilapidated fighter with the flame in his hand, and happily threw it into his mouth and swallowed it.

Now let's find an experiment.

Turning the one-family building area almost flat, Aragaki got three people buried in the rubble.

He stretched out his whiskered tongue to the two men and a woman in his claws, wrapping them tightly, and completing the writing of the frightened test subject, much to Aragaki's satisfaction.

Watch as the last test subject rockets escaping.

He began to write jet fighter data into his genes.

Soon, under the reaction force of the high-pressure gas sprayed from under his feet, Aragaki's huge, muscular body began to rise into the air. He tried to flap his wings to control direction and movement, and slowly began to become proficient, flying faster and faster, diving forward at a rapid pace.

"Whew!"