At this time, Calais had already freed his hands to look for the gunman in the dark night.

At this moment, the gunman, cold sweat has soaked his robes, and fear has stimulated the potential in his body, and through the high speed that he is best at, he moves around Calais.

As the gunman passed where the bald man had fallen, he saw that he was motionless, embedded in the rock floor like a corpse.

"Drag me for two minutes." The bald man's words crept into the gunman's ears, small and clear, and escaped Calais.

"Damn, how is that possible?" The gunman scolded, he couldn't drag it out for half a minute, how could he stop this god and demon for two minutes?

Ten lives are not enough to kill!

In just over ten seconds, Calais had locked on the gunman's position.

At this moment, the gunman no longer shoots, and he is hiding and fleeing all the way.

However, Calais behind him stopped and did not chase after him.

Thinking of Magnolia, he realized that he had chased some distance.

Calming down, Calais turned back and ran towards Magnolia's tent.

He's already found the problem.

The station alarm sounded violently, but Magnolia, as the division commander, did not come out.

That's impossible!

He could clearly feel that Magnolia and Julia were in the tent, but the Ferelai army was overwhelmed, and they couldn't be bedridden like little girls.

Something must have happened!

Calais secretly hated that he was addicted to the skyrocketing strength, and he was addicted to the pleasure of the strong man obtained by killing the black-robed man.

The feeling of looking down on everyone and controlling life and death is so addictive!

The gunner did not come back to stop Calais, and in just over ten seconds, Calais returned to Magnolia's tent.

Everything looked normal on the outside, nothing unusual at all, and Magnolia stayed fine inside the tent.

However, the moment the tent mouth was lifted, it was empty.

At this moment, the small lights in the tent that were hit by the air wave were still shaking, and the inside of the tent was flickering and flickering.

But under the flickering lights, there was no half a figure.

What's going on!?

But Magnolia and Julia's aura is clear, if not seen with their own eyes, then they feel real.

Is it an illusion? Or is it a space partition?

For a moment, many thoughts crossed Calais's mind, thinking about the possibilities of what was happening inside the tent.

But either way, it's illogical, it's clear that all you need to do is kill Magnolia, so why bother?

Are you afraid that he will find out that there is no way to get out alive that it will be so difficult?

At this moment, the garrison is empty, the soldiers have already rushed to the front line, the staff officers have gathered at the headquarters, and the logistics personnel have already gone to take refuge.

Admiral Elika decided to leave the invaders in the hands of the Countermeasures Bureau, and he himself had to face the three elite armored divisions of Ferrelly.

Elika didn't have time to play the game of rounding up the assassins here, and she believed that it would be enough for someone to take action.

This attack was obviously not expected by Elika and the people in the Countermeasures Bureau, and the military operation and the assassination were combined to kill a Magnolia?

But, what about Magnolia?

"Bastard!" Calais was furious, and thunder surged all over his body, filling the entire space, directly enveloping the tent.

Even if it was in vain, Calais had to try.

Those who can cut off the space are all people with mana. Even Abramas only isolates the physical space, and someone as strong as Jallos does not have the ability.

Wanting to cut off an illusory space is unrealistic in Calais's opinion, and if someone can really do it, then killing him is just a matter of palms, and there is no need to go to great lengths.

The powerful power of thunder and lightning constantly stimulates the surrounding air, and the crackling thunder is endless. Purple lightning flickered, like ten thousand thunder snakes constantly swimming in the air, trying to tear open this mysterious corner.

Calais, however, was disappointed. Aside from the tent he had destroyed and the charred rocky floor, nothing strange had been found, and Magnolia's aura was still there, unchanged.

At this point, however, Calais sensed a dangerous approach.

In the dark night, a black shadow was rapidly approaching, making a sound of breaking through the sky, undisguised, coming at high speed.

"Hmph." At this moment, Calais could no longer restrain his anger, and he wanted to pour out this anger on this man.

"Peng!" The two collided, the air exploded, but the two people bounced off each other!

When the dust and smoke cleared, Calais saw a bald man!

At this moment, the bald man's black robe has been torn and broken, and his left shoulder, which was originally broken by Calais, has grown a terrifying arm at this moment!

The whole arm is reddish-brown, as if the blood has dried up the skinless muscles, and there are many tiny rhizomes coiled on it, like a 10,000-year-old tree.

The muscles that rose and fell with the breath were retracted one by one, filled with a wild aura, and grew directly from the shattered shoulders of the bald man.

"Gene activation?" Calais spat out the word in a changing mouth. It's not the first time he's seen a genetically activated person, but it's the first time he's fought against it.

In the past, I saw such people, but in the end, they were devoured by their own activated genes and cells, and finally turned into a huge sarcoma and became a monster of the walking dead.

This kind of activated person will gain an unusually strong power, and can fight against the mecha and kill all sides. Only by chopping it into a puree with a high-frequency particle long knife and then burning it with energy can it finally be wiped out.

Once upon a time, humanity thought that it would be possible to create an invincible army with this technology. However, the continuous rampant use of experimental subjects and the high cost of use made mankind finally abandon the idea of militarization.

It can be said that the current gene activation is nothing more than a means to use it in extreme cases of special tasks.

Anyone who uses an activation potion will eventually become a monster.

And the bald man in front of him still had a trace of reason. He stared at Calais like a wolf, as if he wanted to devour Calais, but did not answer Calais's words.

After a moment of confrontation, the bald man made the first move. The person didn't move, but his arm swelled up, like a crazy uncle, stretched out to Calais thick and long, and grabbed it directly!

Without a hard touch, Calais dodged directly, using his super speed to keep moving.

The giant hand looked huge, but it was extremely nimble, and the bald man controlled him to move constantly, grabbing Calais.

'Thunder'! Calais, who dodged the claw strikes one after another, found an open block and punched the bald man's inactive part,

The fist directly touched the flesh, and in an instant, the bald man's shirt was directly blown to pieces! In the same way, a powerful force slammed into him, making him stumble.

However, Calais saw that under the burst top, the wriggling muscles had covered his body.

The bald man has evolved towards a monster.