The monster slammed open the brass butterfly door of the bathroom, shattering several temperature-controlled boilers, and cold water squirted out of the cracks, and the monster jumped into the warm bath unconsciously.

The wooden fence inside the bath was easily toppled by the monster's huge claws, revealing the gurgling water behind the bathroom and the trickle of white smoke.

This is really a different kind of world, I can't imagine that there is such a fairyland on earth in this Grag.

The monster quickly plunged into the spring and slowly sank as if it were very useful. Natural hot springs contain a lot of sulfur, which has some indescribable benefits for monsters.

No one knows if this monster will think, whether it will feel or not, and if it is, then it will now think it is very comfortable.

Frankimir rushed into the bathroom after him, dodging the icy cold water that sprayed from the pipe, he was not afraid of the cold, but he didn't want to get wet, he didn't like the feeling of being wet.

The thick white smoke from the bathroom blocked his vision, and he could barely see anything in front of him. He walked past the warm baths and into the trickling hot springs. The monster lurked in the warm spring water, and Frankimir couldn't see any trace of the monster.

Frankimir stared at the calm waters, looking for traces of vanishing monsters. Everything around was silent, except for the chainsaw in Frankmir's hand, which roared deafeningly.

The red-dyed spring water looks similar from every angle, but it only increases the difficulty of seeing monsters through the clear spring water.

Before Frank Mire's eyes, a strange shadow gradually emerged. The hot white vapor was so thick that Franky Mill couldn't see it very clearly.

This is the final form of the monster, CTC technology can promote mitochondria without breaking down, thereby dramatically accelerating cell metabolism, completing millions of years of cell evolution in a very small time, but the cell evolution induced under this technology also has an evolutionary limit. Just like any drug has a corresponding effective period, whether it is 100 years or 10,000 years, there will be a day when the drug will fail. If the consumption of the medicine is greater, the faster the medicinal properties will naturally disappear. This is the dead end of biochemists, and it is also the limit that cannot be surpassed. Just like the mechanical heavy industrialists, who cannot exceed the speed of light, cannot make a perpetual motion machine.

The final form of the monster is not huge, the size is like that of an African lion, but the claws on all four legs, some of which are very large and uncoordinated. On the shoulders of the forelimbs of the two arms, there were two other huge claws, twice as large as the monster's limbs.

The big crimson eyes occupied most of the monster's head, and all that remained was a large mouth with sharp teeth and a thick and long tongue, and at the top of the tongue, there seemed to be another hideous head.

Of course, Frankimir didn't know that this was the final form of the monster, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice when he saw that the monster was no longer so huge.

In this way, the monster in front of him is easier to deal with than before. Body size often says it all, at least according to Frank Mir.

But in this battle, the key to victory comes from Frank Mire's self-confidence.

Confidence and fearlessness helped Frankimir a lot.

He shook the chainsaw in his hand, eager to fight the monster.

The monster's thick tongue lunged at Frankimir, who raised his chainsaw to meet him.

The head on the monster's tongue, the blade of the chainsaw, Frankimir's strength was unusual, he didn't pay attention to the little monster in front of him at all.

The force of the impact was unexpectedly violent, and Frankimir was flipped to the ground and tumbled into the hot spring.

It was at this time that Frankimir felt that something seemed to be wrong in the hot spring, and he struggled to get up from the hot spring.

Before he could get up from the hot spring, a huge claw suddenly appeared under his body, grasping him firmly.

The monster let out a roar, and Frankimir felt his feet grasp by two claws almost at the same time.

Frankimir is lifted up by the monster, seeing that he is about to be torn apart by the monster. At the last moment, Frankimir stabbed the chainsaw desperately behind him, and he could see nothing but let his feelings drive him.

The chainsaw pierced the monster's claws like a swift bolt of lightning, and blood splattered out instantly, and the monster let out a piercing roar. Frankie Mill didn't know if the monster felt pain, but it looked like it was sentient again.

Grabbing the claws of Frankimir's legs, the uncontrollable convulsions of his body made the monster's claws loose in an instant, and Frankimir seized the opportunity to pull out, like a climbing monkey, like a civet cat on a tree, jumped into the air, and stood firmly in the hot spring with a beautiful backflip.

Frankimir pressed the chainsaw in his hand as hard as possible to prevent the chainsaw from changing direction as the monster struggled and attacked.

Instead of pulling the chainsaw out of the monster's muscles, Frankimir sawed off the monster's claws completely. The metal tearing muscles were made with a creepy sound that made Franky Mill's teeth go limp. But he still gritted his teeth, and until the last one, he would not give up easily.

The monster, having lost an arm again, screamed and flinched back, but Frankimir chased after him. He was so close to the monster that he could even smell the disgusting bad breath coming from the monster's mouth.

Frank Mire was aggressive and could not afford to miss the opportunity to take advantage of this opportunity. Frankimir endured the unbearable stench and struggled to grasp the monster's tongue and wrap it around the chainsaw.

Frank Mire opened the chainsaw's brake shaft, and the chain spun wildly again, and in the blink of an eye, the thick tongue wrapped around the chainsaw was cut into a bloody blur.

The monster with its tongue sawed off lost its balance and fell heavily into the hot spring. The monster did not give up its attack because of this, and the two sharp claws on its shoulders attacked Frankimir with full force, but the movements were a little clumsy.

Frankimir dodged backwards and let go of the monster's claws, perhaps the monster underestimated Frankimir's speed to allow him to dodge the fatal blow.

After escaping the catastrophe, Frankimir became even more imposing, and Frankimir placed the chainsaw horizontally, and slashed at the two sharp claws on the monster's shoulder, killing two birds with one stone, sawing off the monster's claws at the same time.

In this way, Frank Mire and the monster in the hot springs that have long been stained red with blood, start a life-and-death struggle. The roars of monsters, the roar of chainsaws, the cracking of bones, the cutting of muscles, all of which were swallowed up by the scattered splashes.

Frankimir didn't give the monster another chance to escape, he cut off the monster's body one by one, and the monster's dirty blood and foul-smelling bodily fluids kept splashing on Frankimir's body, blurring his vision, making him unable to see anything, flowing into his nose, making him unable to breathe.

Despite this, Frankimir kept wielding the chainsaw in his hand, having learned all the experience he had gained from fighting monsters in the past, and he wouldn't stop easily, even if the monster looked completely dead. He's going to cut him into diced meat, enough to fit into a can of sardines.

In the end, the monster was cut into eight pieces by Frankimir, and its ugly body was broken into countless large and small blood clots, which flowed down with the gurgling water.

Frankimir sat down in the hot spring with relief, and as time passed, the crimson blood gradually faded, and it regained its clear and transparent appearance, as if everything had never happened.

Frank Mire threw away the chainsaw in his hand and used the water from the hot spring to wash away the blood and bodily fluids of the monster on his face.

He leaned back in the spring water and gasped for breath when dozens of armed prison guards arrived, and behind them, there was a line of prison guards carrying bazookas.

Everyone was stunned, Frank Mire was like this, one person solved it, there were so many of them, there were monsters that they couldn't help it, this was like making a movie with a heroic theme at all.