Departing from the South Pole, Locke headed straight for his nearest target.

He set a deadline for himself to help the will of the plane kill the twelve demonic beasts within two months.

Not only is he anxious to go home, but Locke also has to rush back to help Angelina and them, if something happens to Angelina, he will suffer for the rest of his life.

The first flight was to the Cape of Good Hope, located on the Cape Peninsula in South Africa.

After the negative energy storm descended on the earth, all living things began to mutate on a large scale, and now Africa is the hardest hit area after South America, ravaging the surviving human beings in addition to the living dead, there are also a large variety of mutant beasts.

Today's Cape of Good Hope is not as bustling as tourists once did, with flocks of mutated birds flying over the peninsula, hunting for all the edible creatures below.

The mutated sea beasts with a wanton and hideous mentality also lurk in different areas of the offshore and deep seas, and for the beasts, the mutated earth environment is more dangerous and bloodthirsty than before the mutation.

About 500 nautical miles away from the Cape of Good Hope, somewhere in a coral reef, at noon, a sudden explosion was created here, forming a monstrous mass that reached 100 meters.

After the explosion, countless mutated dead fish and dead shrimp fell from the sky like dumplings, forming a rainbow rain that was not beautiful.

"Cut, it's not very powerful. Above the clouds, Locke looked at the explosion in front of him and glanced at his lips.

Just now, he used a small No. 1 missile in his space ring to loot from so many military bases in Jin Province, and it was impossible for Locke to only take missiles comparable to the second and third levels, which were equivalent to ballistic missiles with the full force of the first-level creatures, and he also played with more than a dozen of them.

The power of the missile can only make Locke give a passing grade, and after turning to the wind and fighting spirit, Locke's strength has skyrocketed, and this kind of ballistic missile, which used to bring him a lot of threat, is now just barely enough to see.

A missile exploded in the sea area, causing a lot of movement, and countless low-intelligence sea beasts who felt the energy level of terrifying creatures and the power of the explosion fled from this place frantically, with the exception of one big guy.

Locke's missile almost slammed into its head, being woken out of its sleep by a ballistic missile, and Scoura the Siren was on the verge of rage.

Since a storm of negative energy hit the Earth a few months ago, Skola, who has survived in the epic of human mythology, has started an era of great evolution just like other species of creatures.

With a stronger physique, a longer lifespan, and a slight dimensional law passively accepted, Skula was a hundred-meter-long water snake that had lived for nearly two thousand years before the mutation, and even jumped to nearly five hundred meters after the mutation.

It is the overlord of this sea, and it usually stirs up trouble, and no sea beast dares to disobey it head-on.

"Roar!" a roar of rage came from below the forming ocean vortex.

This is the best era for this kind of ancient relics, if it dares to be so flamboyant before the end of the world, the missiles of various countries will be smashed down on it, and its end may only become a specimen in the laboratory, but after the end of the world, countries will take care of themselves, how can they have time to care about it.

After a month of slumber, the Kraken Skullah shed another layer of skin, feeling that he had become so powerful that he couldn't wait to teach the creature who disturbed his dreams a lesson.

"Barely to the quasi-level strength, the defense is quite strong, is it the effect of the laws of the plane?" Ignoring the small point below that was just a large loach to him, Locke pondered.

This is a ballistic missile, comparable to the explosion of the peak energy level of the first level, even if the sea level weakens its explosive power, so that the energy transmitted to the Siren Skula is only seventy percent, it should not only cause such a little trauma.

The head was densely inlaid with steel shrapnel, and the skin dozens of meters below the neck was burned by the scorching missile explosion, and Skula looked quite miserable now, but Locke, who had a broader field of vision and direct mental power detection to assist in observation, knew that this sea beast had only injured it by thirty percent at most.

"The will of the plane told me that in the process of helping it regain its authority, I can also get the benefits of law refining, let me see what the power that can only be mastered by these top creatures of the third level. Lockmore shook his fists and pulled out his broad-bladed greatsword from the spatial ring that had not drunk blood for a long time.

"Little one, let me see how you look!" With a long roar, Locke leaped down from the clouds and swooped down at the large water snake in the center of the sea whirlpool.

The beast instinctively warned frantically, feeling the powerful life individual above his head more and more after all, one of the kraken's hearts was directly cold to the ass.

'What the hell is going on!I've just woken up!' The Kraken Skullah writhed wildly as she writhed her massive body to break free from Locke's mental lock.

It's a pity that this kind of combat skill that belongs to the first-level creature is not something that the little water snake that has just touched the threshold of the quasi-level creature can understand.

"Roar!" Skulla let out a loud roar that echoed Locke's falling blow.

The color of the sky is the color of blood.

......

Two weeks later, Locke came to Northern Europe.

From solving Skoula, all the way to Northern Europe, when Locke passed through Egypt, he also solved the Sphinx, the sphinx that had been sleeping for almost a thousand years in the underground palace three thousand meters below the bottom of the pyramid.

Maybe it was because he had slept for too long, and the Sphinx had just woken up from a dream, and before he could see the world for the first time, he was cut off by Locke.

This time, Locke didn't throw a missile, and the clean and neat battle process was much easier than the battle with the Kraken Skulla.

The only thing that made him a little tricky during this period was that the surface defense of these two demonic beasts was amazing, his broad-bladed greatsword was made by a first-level alchemist, and it was an enchanted weapon created at a huge cost, so there was a slight curling of the blade.

"That lion's neck is so hard. Locke muttered, but it didn't matter, he had already taken the two demonic beasts as his trophies, cut them into pieces and kept them in the space ring, and when he returned to the Holy Tower, he asked the alchemy master to help him make another set of armor and armor.

Below the sky, there is a coastal city in Northern Europe, and the situation on the Nordic side is better than that of China, and the most threatening living dead for China is not at all for a very few countries on the Nordic side.

With the high per capita gun ownership rate, in the six months after the end of the world, the living dead in several first-tier cities have been gradually eliminated.

The Vikings and Germanic peoples maintained their usual fierce style, and the appearance of the living dead did not defeat them, but they also encountered their own irresistible threats.

Sea beasts are attacking!

Under the guidance of unknown factors, groups of mutated and hideous sea creatures crawled out of the ocean and rushed to coastal cities to start gluttony.

In the world of Warcraft, in most cases, physique determines combat power, whether it is the remaining humans, the mutated living dead, or the terrestrial mutant beasts, they are not the opponents of this group of sea monsters.

Indifferently looking at a giant octopus with a terrifying diameter of 100 meters below, chasing the Nordic people who fled like ants, Locke turned his gaze to the distant near sea.

"Kraken, why is it here, it's so easy for me to find it. Locke wondered.

However, he did not rush to the offshore side to find Kraken's bad luck, but first turned around and went to a hidden underground building located in the southeast area of the city.

"This should be the experimental base of the Enamel people. With psychic power detection and breath locking, Locke infiltrated this underground laboratory without much difficulty.

The laboratory was in a state of abandonment, and the papers scattered on the ground and the occasional traces of blood told Locke that the people here were in a hurry.

There were cylindrical dark green glass domes around them, and Locke glanced over to look at them in curiosity.

"Bestiality BI307. Looking at the label attached to the glass cover, Locke read slowly, he had basically learned most of the words in this plane when he was in Uehara University.

The humanoid creature in the glass cover lies silently in a fluorescent-green nutrient solution, with vigorous hair, four fangs at the corners of its mouth turned out, black nails, and bulging muscles, which look like an orangutan rather than a human.

"The natives of this plane are interesting, and they make so many things. Locke commented on the dormant beast man lying in the nutrient solution.

In his opinion, this beast man barely had the strength of an entry-level squire.

Instead of staying here for long, Locke went deep into the lab and looked further down.

Two hours later, he smashed the neck of the rushing monster, and Locke tossed it aside like garbage.

There are still a lot of living creatures in this experimental base, and most of them are similar to the mutant beasts he just killed.

Before the mutation, the beast man had the strength of an entry-level squire, and after undergoing negative energy transformation, this kind of artificial man had already touched the threshold of a low-level squire, except for the two heads that were sealed and packed into the space ring by him, the others were killed by him.

Looking at the huge iron valve in front of him, through the alloy steel plate with a thickness of five meters, Locke could already feel the other side of the iron valve, the third target of his trip-the monster Miragan.

With his arms outstretched, Locke held on to the two armrests of the iron door, took a deep breath, and after the accumulation was completed, he suddenly pulled hard to the sides.

"Squeak, squeak!" was the pain of metal, and the iron valve gradually twisted and deformed under Locke's tremendous force.

Two minutes later, a space that could accommodate the height of a man was pulled out of the iron valve by Locke.

"This guy is so pathetic, I don't know when he was caught by the Nordics and stuffed into such an all-metal cage. Sighing at the tragic fate of the monster Milagan, Locke tore open a quasi-level magic scroll burst flames and threw it into the space he had just opened.

Not all ancient relics are as lucky as Locke's Skulla and Sphinx, who can hide in corners that humans can't see, and this miragan is a tragedy, the unlucky ghost who was caught by the Nordics in a laboratory slice for research.