Due to the screams of the flood demons, the soldiers standing guard quickly rushed into the laboratory. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Meng Chen happened to follow them.

The sight inside the laboratory shocked every soldier who entered. Hannibal Chow collapsed in a pile of collapsed experimental equipment, he leaned over and crawled to the ground without seeing life or death.

Moore sat in a leather chair, his helmet on his head, and sweat oozing from his forehead as he gritted his teeth. And the flood demon in the test tube could no longer scream, and golden blood flowed from his nostrils.

Meng Chen knew that it was the sequelae of synaesthesia, the result of God's experience. This can see how powerful Moore is, he is only a gene lock powerhouse, but his soul strength is much higher than that of the ambassador-level flood demon.

The other soldiers were shocked to see this, and they were clamoring to help Zhou, while others were going to disconnect Moore's synaesthesia. Meng Chen naturally wouldn't let them do this, his soul space expanded, covering the entire laboratory in an instant. At the same time, he slowly connected to the synaesthesia of the Flood Demon and Moore.

On the alien planet, the wind is upside down, and the yellow sand is permeated. Meng Chen saw countless emaciated creatures struggling to survive on this planet. A huge number of them do not survive until adulthood. And once it is fully grown, it will become a powerful flood demon.

This ambassadorial Flood Demon is one of the lucky ones. I can't remember the muddled nightmares of my childhood, so even if it is synaesthesia, this period of history is spent in vague patches of color. And until one day he felt that the world suddenly became extremely vast, and the heat and hurricane became the main theme of his life.

He was lucky enough to come of age, and it was a big event on the alien planet, and all the Flood demons were gathered together to celebrate the event. The ambassadorial Flood Demon remembers this day vividly.

In the process of synaesthesia, Moore seems to be possessed by the flood demon, going through all his experiences, feeling all his joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

He had never seen his homeland so clearly, the land that gave birth to him, but was constantly trying to kill him. There was nothing here but the yellow sand rocks, and the wind was always running between heaven and earth, and the sand and stones it brought up were as terrifying as hacksaws, and the alien creatures could barely fight him.

Only the Flood Demons, these Flood Demons who have evolved a solid carapace on the surface of their bodies, can resist this kind of invasion. Therefore, the coming-of-age ceremony of the Flood Demon is held on the surface of the earth.

On this day, all the Flood demons gathered at their temple, an open but unsheltered boulder.

The wind increased its speed even more, and the sunlight brought a focusing mirror, where is a stone, this is clearly a pot roasted on the fire.

He persevered, enduring the baptism of heat and hurricanes. He climbed the boulder, and under the eyes of the Flood Demons, he walked step by step in front of the Bishop-level Flood Demon, and he was deeply shocked when he saw this tall elder for the first time.

This was the supreme elder of their Flood Demon Clan, and his huge crown represented his preeminent status. When he saw him, the ambassador-level flood demon didn't dare to resist in the slightest. He stepped forward respectfully, ready to bow down before the bishop.

No......

At this time, a voice suddenly screamed in his heart. Never......

It's—that's not his voice.。 It is absolutely impossible for him to have a transcendent mind, which is absolutely not allowed to exist in the social system of the Flood Demons. The ambassador-level flood demon suddenly felt frightened, why did he suddenly have such a thought in his heart.

No......

The voice grew stronger, and he could tell that it was definitely not his.

No...... I'm not going to bow down to anyone!

Even though he had entered the flood of memories of the Flood Demon, Moore still stubbornly regained his consciousness. Meng Chen, who was watching from the sidelines, was shocked by his great strength.

In this river of memory, the light cluster representing the ambassador-level flood demon is gradually becoming bright and clear, and it is gradually changing in the direction of Moore.

Never bow to anyone!

He swung his sword, and the bishop in front of him was split in half,

Ha ha...... Moore looked up to the sky and smiled.

After laughing, he found that everything had changed. All the surrounding flood demons have become bishops! They stared at Moore fiercely, the crown that towered above his head shone brightly.

Moore began to slash the bishops in a frenzy. Although they have a hard carapace, everything is extremely fragile in the face of Moore's ability to cut monsters in two. The sand and gravel swept up by the wind tore their bodies apart and grinded, and carried the fragments into the distance.

The Bishops, as if they could never finish their slaughter, braved the storm and continued to attack Moore from afar. Moore, on the other hand, is like a machine that never gets tired, rushing forward all the time.

The alien planet is full of boulders that have been ravaged by the wind, and they take on all kinds of strange shapes. Moore wasn't interested in admiring that, and he rushed forward.

I don't know where to kill, in short, Moore is willful. He suddenly felt like he had entered a huge space. This space is a natural cave, but the cave is completely covered in silica matrix. The peristaltic intestines contract, stretch, and swing around like a robotic arm. They pack pulsating organs in a giant container.

The container was not high enough to see the top, and the sides were wide without the edges. The last intestine injects some muscle and skin into the container and then contracts back into the matrix.

Meng Chen suddenly trembled when he saw this huge container, and it actually moved.

It's a beast taller than a mountain. Every movement it made in this space would plunge the place into a wave of shaking, and the sand and gravel were scattered like torrential rain.

The monster adjusted its direction and suddenly accelerated towards Moore. Moore dodged out of the space, and the monster crashed into the space and went outside.

Moore saw that a bishop was in the sarcoma behind the monster, and he was manipulating the giant weapon of war.

Without any hesitation or timidity, Moore's two-handed greatsword became thicker, and a chill lingered in the sword. He slowly raised his greatsword, then slashed hard.

This is like breaking the dome in Xiangshi, and he has also used this earth-shattering sword to split monsters. But this time he miscalculated. The monster is huge. His thunderous sword didn't completely kill the other party.

The monster's two huge forelimbs suddenly slammed into the middle, like swatting flies.

Moore threw his sword and fell backwards with the help of the reaction force, closing the monster's forelimbs and escaping from the sky.

The scars on the monster's body, which were like a trench, healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. And its combat capabilities have not been affected in the slightest.