Zheng Yi pressed his hand on the cracked abdominal cavity of the legion commander, and a bright light erupted in his palm, making it impossible to look directly. The writhing granula instantly retracted. Muscle tissue grows at a visible rate, and the peritoneum quickly wraps around the internal organs, muscles, fat, and skin, healing layer by layer.

"Siha!"

The legion's shriveled chest jerked in, causing his ribs to click, and he let out a long breath.

A giant's breath.

The legion commander sat up, still thinking of himself being disemboweled by a great sword. He subconsciously "swung the sword", only to find that his hand was empty, and the giant sword that never left his hand was not in his hand. Immediately, he realized that he was already in the rear, surrounded by his elite warriors.

As well as a huge threat.

The legion commander looked at Zheng Yi like a mouse seeing a cat, and ice and snow met flames...... This is the horror brought by natural enemies, and it is the instinctive suppression of high-level genes.

It can't even be said to be crushed.

Because people don't have to move, they can destroy themselves.

What kind of strong man is this!

The legion leader lowered his head, rolled over and landed on one knee, and knelt neatly in front of Zheng Yi with the physical fitness of the six major fighters in the sequence.

No one in the auditorium spoke.

Chirp~!

The flirtatious whistle came from outside, and it was the artillery fired by the vulture mercenary group.

Everyone was ready for the baptism of cannonballs, closed their eyes tightly, and resigned themselves to fate.

Zheng Yi quickly picked up a thick candle with his hand.

The flame of the candle instantly skyrocketed, almost more than two meters high.

Boom!

The whole auditorium shook.

There was a slight earthquake.

It was just a perfunctory gesture of basic politeness to the heavy artillery.

The candle in Zheng Yi's hand, which was originally long with a small arm and the thickness of a goose egg, only a thin layer of wax oil was left at this moment. He could sense that a light mask had appeared outside the auditorium just now, directly withstanding the bombardment of the heavy artillery.

The light mask absorbed the energy generated by the explosion of the heavy artillery, and immediately turned into light dust and dissipated into the air. Zheng Yi realized that he was a little uncontrollable, almost being pushed by instinct, and the original considerable spiritual power was instantly wiped out.

"I give you strength."

Zheng Yi endured the headache of mental exhaustion, picked up a big candle again, and looked at it slightly, and the surging spiritual power surged out like a tide.

The candlelight was swept away by spiritual power, turning into countless light dust, and surging towards the eighty-two warriors.

All rejoiced in horror and frightened in joy.

They feel the change in themselves.

The desolate beast in its body awakened, and its infinite power exploded from the inside out.

Unlike genetic out-of-control, they are able to wield this vast force. Because this power makes them more sensitive to themselves and more able to control them.

"I—I've risen...... It's a step up! The deputy head of the regiment looked at his arm, surprised with trepidation, panic with joy, joy with fanaticism.

"Kill it!" The Legion Commander clenched his fists lightly, ran to his great axe, and rushed towards the gate like a broom.

"Open the door and get out!" The Legion Commander who is infinitely approaching Sequence 5 roars.

Originally, there were only elite fighters in Sequence 8, but with the blessing of Zheng Yi, their strength rushed to Sequence 6. The feeling of being forced to defend exploded at this moment, and they grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the Great Hall with their captain.

Zheng Yi glanced back at the open door of the auditorium, his headache splitting, and the endless whispers became more and more unbridled, making him upset and depressed.

He saw light seeping through his skin, a sign of a genetic runaway.

Life has just begun, how can you fall here?

Zheng Yi held the forehead horn with one hand and forced himself to outline the leaves, mesophyll, and cell wall of the pothos...... He saw the pothos pulling out its stems and leaves in the sunlight, the dew condensing on the leaves, and the pores opening up where oxygen and carbon dioxide were exchanged.

Zheng Yi finally opened his eyes, and the auditorium was silent, except for the seven slaves squatting on the ground and shivering.

"Let's go." Zheng Yi turned around and said to the slaves.

The slave stood up scattered, hung his head, and followed Zheng Yi to the back door in small steps.

Zheng Yi was dumbfounded.

As a transcendent existence in Sequence 2, Zheng Yi didn't have enough strength to solve the shackles on his feet for a while. He neither completely completed the genetic modification of the body, nor did he digest the knowledge he had acquired, which made him feel a sense of crisis in his heart. He really couldn't tell if the Legion Commander's gang would turn around and give him an axe after killing the foreign enemy.

This mercenary group is called the Black Hand Legion, and as a surgeon, Zheng Yi knows how much slave consumption is within the legion. If it weren't for the fact that the legion needed a doctor, let alone three months, I am afraid that three days would not have survived.

"There's a truck in the back, we can go to the city." One of the slaves stood up and looked at the Angel of Sequence 2, but dared to land at his feet.

Zheng Yi nodded: "Go." ”

He didn't know where the city was, but that didn't stop him from getting out of here. Compared to the group of half-bandits and half-mercenaries in the legion, ordinary people who have not used genetic drugs are too safe.

The vulture troops besieging the back gate were transferred to the direction of the main attack, which shows that the counterattack of the black hand is very powerful. Suddenly, there were eighty more Sequence 6 warriors, and an extraordinary warrior who was infinitely close to Sequence 5, and the outcome of this battle was already clear.

Unless the vultures still have enough shells to wash the floor.

The slaves, led by the youth, walked through the back door and into the backyard, where there was indeed an all-terrain truck. The long two-row rounded tires ensure that it does not get stuck in the bunker and is able to turn around with a very small radius.

The cab is divided into two rows, front and rear, and can seat five people.

The young man politely opened the door in the back for Zheng Yi and drove in front himself. No one dared to sit with Zheng Yi, only a little girl sat in the passenger seat tacitly. Zheng Yi could feel the emotional bond between the young man and this girl.

The others obediently got into the back carriage.

The young man had the authority to drive the truck, and it seems that most of them were slaves who ran the transport for the legion.

The sturdy square-headed truck slammed open the back door, and only the scouts of the vulture mercenary group fired two shots sporadically. The bullets are blocked by the truck's armor, which is even capable of defending against attacks equivalent to Sequence 7.

The truck was gone.

Zheng Yi occupied the seats of three people by himself and lay down. He desperately needs to regain his spirits, imagining that the leaves of pothos can only restrain the loss of control, and treat the symptoms but not the root cause. The whispers in his head grew louder and louder, and although he didn't know what they meant, Zheng Yi knew that they would cause his genes to go out of control.

The muscles melt into the light, and the light swells under the skin, ready to squirt out at any moment.

Zheng Yi struggled to resist the invasion of whispering, and suddenly, the slender angel with wings on his back, not an inch, and his whole body was wrapped in golden chains.

It was an angel with his own face.

The moment this angel appeared, the whole world froze.

The sound solidifies into a piece, and the sound of "ong" is infinitely prolonged.

Objects as far as the eye can see are solidified into abstract patches of color, light red into dark red, pale green into dark green, grayish brown into pitch black......

Zheng Yi wanted to move but couldn't move, not even the movement of his eyeballs.

He didn't know how long the moment lasted until he flew up.

The body became massless, everything in sight was falling, and he really flew.

Walk through the roof of the truck,

Overlooking the endless desert,

The sky went from light to dark,

The stars are beside him,

Through the membrane of the world,

Flying through the realm of seven lights,

Zheng Yi stood on top of the churning gray mist.