Because it hasn't forgotten how it evolved, it's really unforgettable!! ……

Thinking so, the motorcyclist put away the long knife, that is, inserted the long knife back into the recoil, and then grasped the handle with both hands and accelerated.

On the way, he found some monsters, and the motorcyclist immediately manipulated the motorcycle to make a beautiful drift, and quickly came to the monster group, and one collided, and several monsters were crushed and killed by the huge car.

The motorcyclists did not let go of these ideas that could barely be called 'friendly forces'.

Grab your hand back, grab the hilt, pull it out, and leap.

Jumping out of the car, the motorcyclist ran and rushed into the midst of the monsters, slashing a large area of monsters with one sword.

It is not to help the material realm, but simply a property of the void realm, chaos!

I don't distinguish between friend and foe, I can be devoured anyway and transformed into the power of my own evolution!

It can't kill all the monsters with a single sword, so with a quick sword sprint, the living monsters are killed one by one.

On the other hand, the motorcycle brakes sharply after the motorcyclist jumps out of the car, and then turns around and drives towards the motorcyclist's position, which is not as fast as the motorcyclist is driving.

The motorcyclist killed all the monsters, then plunged a huge knife into the ground, turned his head, grabbed the corpses of one monster after another, took off his helmet, opened his mouth, and ate one bite at a time, as if he were eating cotton, as if the bite was being eaten without any hindrance.

The motorcycle soon arrived, and suddenly cracked at the front of the car, and a large, mechanical, but flesh-and-blood space appeared.

Seeing his mount like this, the motorcyclist did not forget to throw some at the motorcycle while eating it himself.

The open space of the motorcycle was slowly filled, and then, there was a sudden bite.

Black blood splattered from the edges of the enclosed edges.

The whole motorcycle began to shake.

A lot of places that are visible to the naked eye are starting to glow a little bit.

This motorcycle is repairing itself, and it is also absorbing the corpses of these monsters to strengthen itself.

Now the newly evolved motorcyclists have greatly increased their combat effectiveness, and their abilities in all aspects are far beyond the state that they should have appeared at this level they have just reached, and the same is true for motorcycles.

All kinds of things that can be seen and invisible on the motorcycle are constantly being repaired.

This kind of self-repair is obviously much better than taking it apart and repairing it with other creatures.

Soon, the light on the motorcycle dimmed, and the mouth opened again.

Inside, there are a large number of corpse residues, which are still disappearing, blending into the iron sheet and unknown material in the mouth.

The motorcyclist himself has only just eaten a monster or so, but his main combat power still relies on this vehicle, and basically the two of them are a combat unit.

Picked up the body and threw it into the mouth of the motorcycle again.

The remaining corpse has not yet filled the mouth of the motorcycle, the motorcyclist is helpless, the motorcycle is seeing this, closed his mouth, the motorcyclist put on his helmet, came to the three-meter-high motorcycle, one turned over, and rode on the motorcycle.

A huge roar echoed across the battlefield again, and the phantom-like motorcycle moved quickly across the battlefield.

(End of chapter)