The flames are burning.

The whole city fell into a kind of chaos and panic, all kinds of chaotic shouts and cries and mixed with the roar of gunfire, as if this city of order was only a short time, completely like a gunpowder factory, instantly ignited.

In the center of Springfield, the front of a steam locomotive that burst knocked down most of the station, billowing white smoke into the sky.

Several staff members in black uniforms stumbled out of the station, all of them embarrassed and panicked, but they ran out of the train station and walked a few steps, when suddenly a loud crash sounded around them.

A dark shadow slammed into the wall not far from them, shattering the masonry powder and splattering heads and faces.

But a few people didn't realize it at the moment, trembling in both strands, almost unstable on their feet.

From the big hole smashed into the wall, what jumped out was a monster whose body was covered with sarcoma and whose body was alienated like a beast, and its body characteristics vaguely had a bit of a human appearance, but most of them were similar to beasts, hideous, powerful, and full of a strange sense of evil.

"God, are we going to die at the hands of these monsters today?"

A middle-aged man in a black uniform with a big belly was on his knees, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Behind him, a younger man cried and prayed loudly, all the changes came so fast that they ordinary people could barely react before they found that the entire town of Springfield had fallen into complete chaos, and all kinds of monsters were popping up one after another, and they felt completely hopeless.

The writhing figure of the clattering bones continued to come out of the hideous beast monster, and then it slammed into the wall of the next house, the force was too great, and it seemed to make his joints a little misaligned, but after a short adjustment, it returned to its original state.

This beast soul warrior didn't pay any attention to the fierce battle that took place near the fountain in the center of the city not far away, where more than ten beast souls stood upright at the moment and were besieging a black figure holding a battle axe.

At this moment, this beast soul warrior looked at the few people in front of him, and he had transformed into a long mouth like a canine, with deep fangs, and drops of saliva kept falling down.

It felt very hungry, and it needed a lot of energy after the physical mutation, and so far, the energy he had taken in was far from enough. And the few people who appeared in front of him were undoubtedly foods that could give him a lot of energy.

They are all Negro slaves, and after taking the mutant medicine given by the dark witch, there are all kinds of strange changes, most of them will directly become beast soul warriors who have lost their minds, some of them will protrude into sarcoma monsters, and some of them will die on the spot if they can't withstand the medicine.

The same medicine, communicating with the beast soul and stimulating the bloodline, what kind of existence they can eventually become depends entirely on their own will, belief and bloodline.

On all fours, his sharp nails slid against the bluestone slabs on the ground, making a piercing rustling sound.

Suddenly, the beast soul warrior jumped up and pounced on the middle-aged man who was standing at the front, the fattest middle-aged man, such a large mass of meat was enough for him to obtain enough energy at the moment.

"Goodbye, Mom!"

The middle-aged man looked at the flying figure in horror, and his bloated size made him have no time to react, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death to come.

There was a muffled thud.

The middle-aged man in the black uniform closed his eyes for a while, as if he felt that the monster had not pounced for a long time, and there seemed to be a noise in front of him, and he quickly opened his eyes.

The beast soul warrior who had just swooped towards him had fallen to the ground without a sound, and a figure stood in front of him with his back to him.

That figure was not necessarily burly, even a head shorter than him, but at this moment, in front of this middle-aged man, it seemed to be like a mountain, majestic, majestic, and untouchable.

The young man, who was also frightened, picked him up and ran towards the street behind, and the middle-aged man came back to his senses at this time, and shouted at the figure again and again: "Thank you! Thank you! ”

The black under Pei Chu's eyes was as thick as ink, and he kicked away the beast soul warrior who fell at his feet, ignoring the sound of thanks coming from behind him, and strode towards the fountain in the center of the city.

He felt a powerful aura fighting there, the aftermath of the tremors making the ground around him and the walls of the houses on either side tremble at the moment.

The huge battle axe streaked through the air, and the wind stirred, and the air around it seemed to shake.

Henry Stuttgart constantly urged the blood energy and muscle power in his body, and every time the battle axe in his hand slashed through the air, he took away a beast soul warrior who rushed towards him.

It's just that even though he was a powerful third-order night walker, in the face of one beast soul warrior after another who were not afraid of death, his movements gradually slowed down at this moment, and his already pale face became more and more pale.

This is the result of using the blood energy of the Night Walker to trigger the knight's combat skills, the knight combat skills that he used to be familiar with in his chest, the strength is strong, and he can slaughter demons and evil gods, but he lacks the most critical power of holy power, and through the blood energy that carries the dark attribute itself, it will only make his vampire physique feel strong discomfort, which will cause all kinds of unusual negative states.

With another axe splitting the reveal of an instinctual beast soul warrior, Henry Stuttgart gasped for breath and slowly stopped.

In front of him, the beast soul warrior who was already lying on the ground, the corpses were piled up layer upon layer, and the tragic scene at this moment made him feel as if he had returned to many years ago.

The black witch Medea screamed violently at this moment, all the beast soul warriors were all powered by taking her medicine, driven by her, but there were only hundreds of beast soul warriors in total, and dozens of them were lost here, which made her feel distressed and dripping blood.

Her gaze looked at the burly figure next to her again, knowing that if the other party didn't make a move, she would have to retreat from here in the face of this powerful night walker.

The other beast soul warriors were attacking from elsewhere, and she wanted to gather them all here at once, which would not be her purpose and could cause more damage.

Musa also seemed to feel the resentful gaze of Medea looking at him, and he didn't care, but for now, he really couldn't delay any longer.

"That's the end of it!"

As if thunder was roaring in the clouds, Mossa strode toward Henry Stuttgart.

His body was as burly as a giant bear, even more powerful than a giant bear, and his complexly patterned face was full of admiration in the face of this night walker, who could be said to be an old enemy.

Beast Soul Warriors admire those powerful beings.

He is a beast soul warrior, and the other beast soul warriors are just inferior products that forcibly stimulate life force through drugs and charms, only in his body, the blood of the previous generation of warriors flows. He is the son of the sky and the earth, the dependant of the steppes, and the embodiment of the true transcendent power of the Negros.

As he walked into Henry Stuttgart step by step, his body seemed to be expanding rapidly, and his already burly and extraordinary body was constantly expanding at this moment.

At this moment, there seemed to be countless bison, fierce beasts, giant elephants, brute lions, predators and other ferocious animal phantoms flashing around his body, this is the beast soul gave him a lot of beast power that he can use, compared to the ordinary beast soul warrior may only use a little jackal's sense of smell, he is undoubtedly a more powerful existence.

"Come on!"

Henry Stuttgart faced the ever-expanding Mussa, without the slightest fear in his eyes, and the tomahawk in his hand was held tighter.

"It's a good choice to die here, I should have died!"

Just as the two were about to fight again, Moussa and Henry Stuttgart suddenly froze, they were both acute, and at this moment, both of them felt an amazingly powerful aura rushing towards them.