Honey badger.

Prisoner of Fallen Darkness.

He originally had a stable job, although he was not very rich, but in the county, he was also a well-off family, according to the normal trajectory, he would get married and have children, and live a simple and boring life.

But under the devastation of the last days, for the sake of strength and survival, he gave up the feelings that originally belonged to human beings, and did not hesitate to sacrifice his sister to a dragon for the sake of power.

The honey badger saw with her own eyes, called her sister for nineteen years, was bitten in two by the white dragon, she did not die, but roared in pain, she looked at her relatives who pushed herself into the fire pit, there was no dependence on the past, there was just a curse and hatred from the heart.

She's dead.

The second head of the white dragon swallowed her body into her stomach, and the clear sound of chewing was transmitted to the surrounding crowd.

The honeypot thought that he would be angry, that he would see what he was doing now as forbearance, and that he would spend his whole life killing his enemy, the tyrannical and beautiful dragon.

But......

That's not the story.

Who stipulates that if a loved one dies, he must take revenge?

The honeypot watched the normal killing very calmly, he didn't cry, maybe as early as the moment of the killing, his soul underwent some qualitative transformation.

He originally thought that the world had changed him, but it wasn't until this moment that he knew that he might have died as early as the moment the end came.

A fire destroyed the base of the hostile forces, more than 30,000 people were wrapped in the sea of fire, and the screams were endless.

It's horrible.

Tens of thousands of people were enveloped in flames, and ordinary people didn't even have the possibility of escaping, except for the professionals, which portended something, those people would die.

Causing such a bloody case with their own hands, even the most extreme thugs can't help but show a look of confusion and panic now, because the death toll has greatly exceeded their expectations.

Just when everyone was confused, only the honeypot showed an energetic momentum, this killing was like a ritual, so that his body was slowly changing.

With the transformation, the honeypot has become very different from the word "human".

Today, he has a twisted humanoid shape and beastly features. It has mottled and rough skin, and its fingers and toes end in terrifying claws that are inches long. Its teeth were as terrifying as its claws, and its foot-long tongue swung in its mouth, searching for the smell with the tip of its tongue.

It's more like a beast than a man.

When the end came, the dimensional rift opened, and in addition to some monsters on the surface, there were also some very different lifeforms, which were already dead, but with a trace of hatred and unwillingness for life.

These dimensional creatures, first find a host, and then live on each other, the whole process, like a baby growing, they will return their power to the host, but the other party also retains a trace of the will of the monster.

This will, like the seed of a vine, did not change at first, but as time passed, this seed slowly grew, and inadvertently, it climbed all over the tall building.

When there are no vines, the night falls, but the people who live in the building are somewhat happy at the thought that the sun will rise the next day.

However, these vines obscured everyone's view, and they sealed the windows, causing the people who lived in them to know that the world was dark, but they never thought that as long as there was hope, they would also be refracted by the sun.

The honeypot guessed correctly, as early as the monster in the body, when he chose him as the host, the real self was already dead.

That's why he will be ruthless, so when he witnesses his sister's death, he will be expressionless, not that he is not in pain, but that his feelings have long been swallowed up.

The body of the honeypot gradually expanded, and almost instantly, the flesh and blood were churning, and the body, which was still vaguely human, completely turned into a monster about four meters tall.

The human body is headed by a jackal, covered with sharp hair.

No one knows which plane it came from, only one point, after absorbing enough negative energy, this monster was finally resurrected in disguise with the help of the body of the honeypot.

He has the ability to think, and can even recall all the feelings from childhood to adulthood, but the soul aspect is corrupted.

The human body is used as a container.

This is one of the most used methods of advent by dimensional creatures, but this kind of success rate is very rare, and only three or four of a hundred broken souls can really do this.

At this moment, the honeypot completely released itself because of the killing in front of it, although it no longer has the memory of the past, but its body was reborn with the help of the honeypot.

More and more people are dying.

More and more screams rang out.

But the honeypot liked this death bell very much, and at this moment, he raised his head to the sky and roared, and a wave of vast power visible to the naked eye resounded, resounding through the ninefold cloud sky, and the rolling thunderclouds of Lena were all shaking and surging, as if a wound might be opened at any time, and he did not dare to be an enemy of it.

Outright outbreak.

The transformation of the honeypot is beyond the imagination of the people around it.

If you don't agree with each other, it becomes this picture of people not being human, ghosts and ghosts, which undoubtedly has great pressure for the people around you.

He was close in height, like a hideous giant, his ten fingers were as strong as steel, and it felt like a combination of steel and flesh, completely devoid of half of the human appearance.

He is the executioner of life, and he kills and fights as always for humans and beasts. The quest for fresh flesh and blood has melted into every inch of his body, and even if it is broken, he is not afraid of any existence.

It is the most persistent killer!

"Damn! Do you know what you did? ”

The gathering place of 30,000 people was not without escapees, and a professional stood aside, looking at the honey badger angrily.

Compared to the honey pot, he has the most basic emotions of a human being, his family, friends, and subordinates are all in this flame, although there was some small friction between several people before, but after all, it is harmless.

The man didn't expect that the honeypot would be so vicious, and he would use this kind of desperate strategy, and it was not insects or beasts that were wrapped in flames, but living people, tens of thousands of people, who would be killed if they said they would?

At this time, the man looked at the honey badger and only felt that his blood was rushing, and his fists were like powerful pillars, and they blasted out towards the head of the honey pot.

But at this time.

The honeypot laughed fiercely, didn't even look at it, clenched his teeth, the originally slender palm was instantly blue and black, and all the blood vessels and tendons emerged, intertwined and gathered together, and the fingers swelled more than doubled!

In the next second, his five fingers suddenly opened, like the claws of a beast, and with a forceful flick, he swung into the opponent's chest in an instant!

"Poof!"

The man's body was directly cut in two, and the intestines and bright red blood poured on the ground, how cruel, in this land, he was also a master of one of the giants, and he died like this?

The man's will is gradually lost, not to mention resisting, even spitting, there is no ability, this is reality after all, he originally thought that if it really came to the time of life and death, even if it was the end of the fight, he would definitely make the opponent pay the price......

But......

The reality is far more cruel than he imagined.

In front of the honey pot, the defense he relied on to be proud of was not half effective at all, he died, and not even a strand of the opponent's hair was injured.

Killing is like killing chickens.

The honeypot didn't show much excitement about killing a man, it turned and cast its gaze back on the flames.

Perhaps, only the wailing inside can really make him interested.

It is conceivable what kind of embarrassment the city will face when it is ruled by it, so that even the henchmen of the honeypot can't help but show some panic on their faces now.

It's true that they are villains, but after all, they are also a human body, but the honeypot in front of them, just from the appearance, is a pure monster at all.

Everyone peeped at each other, not hiding the doubts and fears in their hearts at all.

However, just as the honeypot was silent in the midst of the killing, a violent explosion sounded not far away.

This explosion, like a greeting, is more like a dismount, it clearly tells everyone that just when the honeypot thinks it is successful, a new enemy has come.