Outside the prison, the pitch-black giant cheetah finally delivered the final blow to the iron gate, and the gate let out an unwilling moan. groaned, and fell helplessly to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. The beast raised its head to the sky and roared, and the breathtaking roar of the beast echoed in the sky above the town, spreading throughout the town, and for a while, the roar of the demonic beast came and went.

"Huh! It's big. ”

At the dark door of the cell, Moult walked out slowly, he looked up at the tall monster, and the disdain in his eyes flashed.

"Morte, hurry up and kill this guy, it's just the first one!" The warden shouted loudly from a high wall in the distance.

The warden was surrounded by jailers, all of whom were ordinary people, and all they could do was stand from a distance and watch Moult fight, and offer useless encouragement. These ordinary people were terrified, but everyone shouted Moult's name and cheered him on.

For a moment, Moult felt like he was being treated like a hero.

He nodded in satisfaction, crimson streamers circulating in his red pupils, his fiery red hair falling together as if he could breathe, and as he moved his body, so did the muscles in his body. Suddenly, his expression was overwhelmed, and a majestic murderous aura spread out from his body, and even the black panther not far away set their eyes on the little reptile.

"A problem that can be solved in one fell swoop!"

Before he could finish speaking, he slammed his toes on the ground, and with a soft bang, Moult's body jumped high, four meters high, just as high as the panther's eyes. I saw him shout, twist his waist, and the amazing explosive power contained in his muscles spread from his waist and abdomen to his shoulders, and then from his shoulders to his fists, and after his strength was strengthened, his fists slammed into the eyes of the panther like a cannonball.

Blood spreads, blood splatters!

This punch directly exploded the panther's eyeballs!

"Good! Come on Morte! The crowd cheered in unison, and their hearts were much more at ease.

"Whoa!!"

The panther let out a roar of pain and flew up to slap Moult in mid-air.

All the jailers were shocked.

Can't dodge in mid-air!

A claw slapped directly on Morte, and he was knocked to the ground like a sandbag falling from a height.

"Do you want to kill me at this level? Don't be naïve! ”

Almost as soon as he hit the ground, Moult bounced off the ground and jumped again, and two flames appeared out of thin air on both hands.

"Fire ...... Giver of Fire! The warden pointed at Moult speechless.

The name of the berserker is universal, but the fact that Moult is the Gift of Fire is unheard of.

Morte pulled the chain from his waist, and the flames swirled and wrapped around it, and the iron belt he used to bind his body instantly turned into a whip of fire. With a flick of the wrist, he struck the panther fiercely, with the power of the flames, the chain had a powerful lethality, and after a few whips, the panther opened its skin and flesh, and shrank in the corner with a scream, and the fierce beast became a lost dog.

"Hahaha! See my power! Moult's eyes were full of disdain.

This level of demonic beast is too easy, he thought to himself.

Just then, a shadow appeared over Morte's head, and something seemed to block the moonlight.

"Weak...... of humans, you ...... It's too loud...... Zhang. ”

A low and rough voice came from the doorway, it didn't seem to be good at talking, everyone looked curiously in that direction, a huge black shadow blocked the doorway, five meters tall, blocking the exit like a small mountain, and behind it, there was a herd of black pressed beasts.

Moult looked at the monster at the door in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.

"Yes...... Talking Beasts! Why is it here!? ”

The huge curved horns on his head, and the blood-red eyes in the darkness emitted a bloodthirsty shimmer, it was a minotaur.

Moult could see the race from the outline of the other party's body, but he had never seen such a tall minotaur, and the demonic beast with the ability to communicate should no longer be considered a beast, it could be regarded as a demon.

Minotaurs are intellectually inferior and simply unable to learn human language, and adventurers call them mutants like this particular alien.

Before Morte could react, the huge figure swung its fierce weapon and smashed it at him.

At the last moment, Moult jumped high, and the hard earth was shattered under the bombardment of the giant axe, and a cold sweat flowed from Moult's forehead, and he swallowed as he looked at the huge pit.

"Damn, how can there be a mutant!" Moult gritted his teeth.

Although he is conceited, he is also self-aware, and he knows very well the horror of mutants.

"I can't help it, I have to bite the bullet."

Reactivating the power of the bounty, the flames flowed around the body, and Morte turned into a flash of fire and rushed towards the enemy, he grasped the minotaur's greatest weakness, which was inflexible.

Although the Minotaur is extremely powerful and destructive, it is very clumsy and inflexible, and the opponent should use a war of attrition to slowly wear down the opponent's physical strength by constantly creating wounds on the opponent's body, and finally defeat it.

Seeing the rapidly moving approaching Morte, the minotaur's bulging red eyes slowly turned, and the huge axe clenched in his right hand swept abruptly, and in a huge mooing sound, the hard earth was plowed into a deep furrow, and the rocks mixed with the dirt turned out. In this violent sweep, Moult's actions were hampered like never before.

In order to dodge this extremely wide range attack, he was stunning.

After a brief slowdown, there was a tearing pain in his abdomen, and under the terrifying blow, Morte could even hear the sound of his ribs shattering.

How can it be!

"What the hell is going on with this monster?" Moult stared at the minotaur in front of him, but he seemed to see a trace of ridicule in the other party's eyes, and a sneer on his face, all of which revealed the truth to Moult.

"It turns out that you've been playing dumb." It dawned on Morte, but it was too late.

The powerful hooves kicked Moult into the air, and he flew out like a cannonball, flying into the horde of monsters......

In prison, Felik sits cross-legged on the ground, educating Belina.

"Comrade Belina, what happened to you just now, why didn't you resist?" Felik asked with a serious expression: "How can that kind of fool shake hands with him casually?" Stupid brains are contagious, stay away from him in the future. ”

Belina squatted in front of Felik like a child who had made a mistake, her long ears drooping decadently.

She is already a royal sister, and even if she squats, she is half a head taller than Felik, which makes Felik very unhappy.

"Belina, you should know that this is no more dangerous than your hometown, and the human kingdom is very sinister! Think about it, even a rabbit almost killed you, didn't you? If it weren't for me, you'd have been killed by your own Flame Blast. ”

"But, but the man...... It's really a little handsome~~" Belina said with a red face.

When Felik heard this, his eyes changed suddenly, and his fierce gaze turned to the other party: "I'm handsome?" ”

"Naturally, he is more handsome than the regiment commander." Belina directly ignored Felik's threatening eyes.

Felik felt 10,000 points hit in his heart and was disheartened.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the walls of the prison cracked, and a man flew in, like falling to the ground with a muffled grunt of pain.

"Seemingly...... Something fell in, and it seems to be still alive. ”