Zeng Hao opened his attribute panel, and a series of data suddenly came into view.

"Host: Zeng Hao"

"Age: 24"

"Gender: Male"

"Power: 1.0"

Agile 1.0

"Constitution: 1.0"

"Intelligence: 25.0 (Mental Endurance)"

"Focus: 5.0"

"Level: Level 2"

"Profession: Celestial Painter"

"Class Ability: Representation, Guardian Shield"

"Possession of Daedric Coins: 0"

"Possession of the Treasure: Shadow Pen ......"

Figurative (Elementary): The creature depicted by the spirit power will become a real thing, the creature level is host level +1, the higher the creature level, the higher the mental power cost, and there is no cooldown.

Guardian Shield (non-upgradeable, passive skill): When the host is attacked, it actively raises a shield, which consumes mental power to resist the attack, and has no cooldown.

Zeng Hao looked at his attributes and sighed, although he had reached the second level, the differentiation of his attributes was too serious.

Strength, agility, and physical strength are all 1 point, all of which are at the level of ordinary people before the end of the world, but the intelligence has reached a terrifying height of 25 points, as for the usefulness of concentration, Zeng Hao doesn't know much about it, and it seems that he becomes less easily disturbed when fighting.

If it weren't for the existence of the professional skill of the guardian shield, I might have died I don't know how many times.

Zeng Hao took out a black brush from his arms, and even the animal hair on the tip of the pen was black.

From time to time, there are phantoms floating on it, and there are some strange things.

There was a golden light flashing in his eyes, and the tip of the black brush suddenly exuded a hazy golden light, Zeng Hao looked serious, holding the pen to the void, and the next moment the pen walked the dragon and snake.

The golden lines stagnate in the air, and the tip of the pen continues to wander, outlining a lifelike puppy.

Close.

Zeng Hao nodded with satisfaction and drank lowly in his mouth.

"Now!"

The golden light soared, as if a treasure had been born, and the sound of small fragments suddenly sounded around the factory.

The golden light gradually subsided, and a thirty-centimeter-sized golden retriever cub appeared in front of Zeng Hao's eyes.

"Woohoo!" The golden retriever cub ran to Zeng Hao affectionately and let out a milky cry.

Zeng Hao touched the smooth hair of the golden retriever cub, as smooth as satin, and the golden retriever cub was touched by Zeng Hao, showing a very enjoyable expression.

"Alright, it's your turn." Zeng Hao picked up the golden retriever and said gently.

"Otherwise, I'm going to be eaten."

Zeng Hao looked around, dozens of mutated crickets the size of tires were staring at him with their scarlet eyes, saliva dripping continuously.

"Wang!" The little golden retriever screamed, as if in response, and then jumped out of Zeng Hao's arms, looking around with disdain in his eyes.

It seemed to feel the disdain of the little golden retriever, and the mutated crickets around him immediately swarmed around.

Swish!

The head of a mutant cricket exploded directly, and a small golden figure kept flashing in the mutant cricket group, and every time it moved, a mutant cricket would fall.

In just half a minute, dozens of mutant crickets were slaughtered, and the head of each cricket disappeared, leaving the body to twitch a few times from time to time, but it was completely silent.

The little golden retriever reappeared in front of Zeng Hao, without a single wound on his body, not even stained with the blood of mutant crickets.

"Wang!" The little golden retriever generally called out, but before the little golden retriever ran over, a black shadow descended, directly grabbed the little golden retriever and flew into the sky.

"Whoa!" The little golden retriever screamed miserably in mid-air, and the next moment it was directly torn in half, turned into a piece of golden light, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Seeing the little golden retriever being tortured and killed, Zeng Hao's face suddenly turned cold, and the shadow pen in his hand moved again, and in just a few seconds, a majestic eagle jumped in front of him.

"Now!"

"Woo !!!"

An eagle with golden feathers was like a sharp sword, swooping into the huge black shadow in the night sky.

It was a second-class ghost-headed eagle, preferring to haunt at night, with a body size of one zhang, and two feet in size after its wings were spread.

Compared with the Devil's Eagle, the Golden Feather Eagle's body size was only one-fifth of its size, but it did not have the slightest fear, and rushed straight towards the Devil's Eagle.

However, the Devil's Eagle is faster, and the night becomes its best cover.

Like a ghost, the scimitar-like claws gripped directly at the head of the Golden Feather Eagle.

Just when the claws of the Devil Eagle were about to grasp the head of the Golden Feather Eagle, the golden light in Zeng Hao's eyes was even greater.

"Up!"

"Woo !!"

The Golden Feather Eagle's body suddenly soared, and its breath directly crossed from the first level to the second level, and it was still climbing, instantly approaching the peak of the second level.

Sou! The golden wings fluttered, and the speed skyrocketed, like a golden arrow, narrowly and dangerously dodging the attack of the devil-headed eagle.

The Devil's Head Eagle didn't know why, but the fluttering of its talons and the soaring breath of the Golden Feather Eagle made it realize that the situation was beginning to get out of its control, and it was cautious by nature, and it suddenly flapped its wings and wanted to escape.

"Kill it." Zeng Hao at the bottom said softly, as if muttering to himself.

The Golden Feather Eagle's eyes flickered for a moment, and then screamed, like a streamer, through the body of the Devil's Eagle.

The Devil's Eagle didn't even make a call, it fell from the sky like a huge rag, startling countless smoke and dust.

The Golden Feather Eagle hovered in the sky for a while, letting out a shocking cry, and the small and fragmented sounds around it suddenly dispersed, the most powerful creatures around the factory were only second-level, and even the second-level Devil-headed Eagle was killed in seconds, how could those other creatures that had given birth to spiritual mutations come.

The reason why the snipe and the clam compete and the fisherman profit is not only understood by humans, but also by these second-level creatures who already have basic wisdom.

The Golden Feather Eagle slowly flew towards Zeng Hao, its body slowly became smaller, and its own aura gradually weakened, and when it flew to Zeng Hao's arm, it had become thirty centimeters in size, and its breath also stayed at the first level.

Putting the yellow beads in his mouth into Zeng Hao's palm, the golden feather eagle combed the slightly messy feathers on his body.

Zeng Hao's face was as usual, but there was some tiredness in his eyes.

Putting the Golden Feather Eagle on his shoulder, Zeng Hao walked towards the factory, as for the corpse of the Devil-headed Eagle, he didn't have any plans.

The devil's head is poisonous all over its body, and it can't be eaten, and it's useless to keep it.

In fact, the strength of the Devil's Head Eagle is not weak, and the poison sac located in the throat is even more dangerous, and a mouthful of poison breathes down, and few creatures in the second level can resist it, but it is the extremely fast Golden Feather Eagle, and it was killed by the Golden Feather Eagle with one blow without even using its natural skills.

Whether it is a golden retriever or a golden feather eagle, it is the embodiment of Zeng Hao's professional skills - figurative ability.

The level of strength after the embodiment depends on Zeng Hao's mental power investment, like the current state of the Golden Feather Eagle, Zeng Hao's mental power consumed is basically the same as the speed of spiritual endurance recovery, so he simply let the Golden Feather Eagle stay.

Listening to the rare laughter in the factory, Zeng Hao's mood also improved a lot.

The people inside have suffered too much, and many of them have lost their relatives along the way, and now that he can hear the laughter again, Zeng Hao is naturally happy, but there is always a vague uneasiness in his heart, and it becomes more and more intense with time.

If he could, he even hoped to leave for Eguchi City now, but the night of the last days was too dangerous, and if his group hurried at night, he would probably not be able to reach Eguchi City.

"I hope everything is my delusion." Zeng Hao thought silently.