Yan Luge looked ahead.

The figure of a giant, at some point, stood up from among the ruins.

In previous battles, he had shredded a lot of contaminants, and the flesh and blood of many contaminants were splashed on walls, on the ground, and in the ruins.

And now, those broken shells, at some point, gathered together and expanded at an extremely fast speed, forming a huge figure that was swollen, decaying, and like a stitching monster, about ten meters tall, and still growing.

At first glance, it has a human-like appearance, but its form is distorted.

It has a face, but the skin is made up of different people of many skin tones.

It has hands and feet, but they are made of hundreds of twisted and twisted human limbs.

It can speak, but it emits voices from different people and personalities.

A student-like young man asked in horror, "Who are you?" What do you want? ”

It's the quarantined person who was killed in the hotel.

A male figure trembled and said, "Monster! There are monsters! ”

It is Wang Danian's younger brother, Wang Xiaoliu, the original polluter of Gray River Town.

A young man's voice roared angrily: "I won't believe you! I'm alive and well, how can I be dead? ”

It was the polluter in the Northwest base who questioned him.

There are many, many personalities that Yan Luge knows or doesn't know, remember or don't remember, but without exception, they are all those polluters and victims who have been infected by pseudo-human xenomorphs.

They are polluted, they are killed, and the shattered personality truly becomes part of the pseudo-human xenomorph, and cannot be reborn forever.

"Pseudo-human xenomorphs." Yanluge whispered, "Ling's mythological ritual is 'disguise as an adult'.

"You're so disguised that for a moment I thought about whether or not to kill the polluters, or just let them live.

"But what is fake is what is fake. No matter how much you disguise yourself, you're not human.

"Your friend may have been killed by you for touching a picture in your memory deficit, and your wife may have caused a pollution outbreak by mentioning a secret you don't remember.

"You're a monster."

On the huge monster, faces are crying, cursing, or laughing.

"Who are you? Stay away from me, get out of here—"

"Let me go, I want to go home, my daughter is still waiting for me......"

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you! ”

The imprisoned virtual personalities howled in the bodies of pseudo-human xenos, as if they were crying out from the unjust spirits.

It looked at the song of words.

"Kill you." It says.

"Kill you, kill you." It says.

"Kill you, kill you, kill you......"

Thousands of voices rang out together, and finally converged into the same sentence: Kill you.

The giant roared and rushed towards Yanluge.

Its body was large, but its speed was not slow, and in the blink of an eye, it had already crossed a distance of tens of meters and rushed in front of Yan Luge.

"The momentum is good, how much has your mythological ritual been completed? 5%？ Or 10%? Yan Luge stared at the face of the pseudo-human xenomorph made of various faces, curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled happily, "You have to thank me, after all, the completion of your ritual is all contributed by me."

"Those rookie transcendents of the squad can't beat you, and they are wiped out.

"But who gave you the confidence to think you can handle me?!"

The half-dragon boy dressed in dark red dragon scales did not dodge or dodge, his body jumped several times in a row, and without hesitation, he pulled it towards the chest of the pseudo-human xenomorph.

The pseudo-human xenomorph roared together with countless voices, raised the palm of the countless hands, and fanned it towards Yanyuge.

But Yan Luge is not a vegetarian, he seems to jump like a beast, but when he suddenly jumps to the top, he suddenly opens his hands and spreads his membrane-like wings from under his armpits.

Type III membranous wing dissimilation.

Under the influence of the glider, he successfully changed the trajectory of the fall, adjusted his posture extremely skillfully, avoided the slap, and glided over the face of the pseudo-alien, and sprayed a dragon flame on the face of the pseudo-alien.

The pseudo-human xenomorph was burned in the face and howled in pain.

"Mom, help, I'm so scared-"

"Die, die! Die! ”

"Fuck off! I'll tell you to fuck off! ”

"Get out of here, get out of here, get out of here!"

In that roar, Yan Luge's figure was violently frozen, and it flew back upside down like a cannonball.

Yan Luge adjusted his posture slightly in mid-air, crossed his hands in front of him, and quickly opened the "air barrier" as a shield to meet the impact at the lowest cost.

His body flew backwards and rolled through the rubble several times before stopping.

Yan Luge shook his somewhat dizzy head, flicked his tail, and stood up without saying a word, one arm dangling, obviously dislocated, but he took it back with an expressionless face.

In the temptation of Fang Cai, the pseudo-human xenomorph was confused by him, and was howling in the flames at this moment.

"Woo woo, it hurts."

"Ahhhhh

"Stop, stop, stop."

Thousands of different voices sounded at the same time, men, women and children, sad or happy, crazy or crazy, coming from the mouths of pseudo-human aliens, like the cry of ghosts.

And when the pseudo-human xenos unanimously said "stop", the bone-eroding dragon flame on its face actually slowly extinguished.

Just like when it just said "get out", Yanluge was controlled by an inexplicable force, and it really "got out".

"Some kind of ability similar to the spirit of speech?" Yan Luge saw a clue, but there was no fear on his face, but he was a little eager to try, "If you say it three times, can it have the effect of words?" ”

It was actually a confrontation, and he had roughly figured out the abilities and strength of the pseudo-human xenomorph.

Yan Luge guessed correctly before, the completion rate of the mythical ritual of the pseudo-human xenomorph is about 7%.

7%, which is the proportion of progress in the completion of the mythical ritual, and it is also the unit of measurement of xenomorph strength.

The more complete the mythological rituals are, the closer they are to the gods, the more powerful the xenomorphs become.

As an xenomorph that has completed 7% of the mythical rituals, the pseudo-human xenomorph has probably possessed the level of a fourth-order transcendent after devouring and fusing more than a thousand personalities, coupled with the corrosive nature of the polluting power, perhaps only a fourth-order peak transcendent has the ability to hunt it alone.

It is far superior in strength to Rhythm Song, but its reaction speed and skill are not comparable to Rhythm Song, like a beast that only relies on instinct.

But even then, it's pretty scary.

"No wonder the system has rated this task with an S-level, this question is out of the program." Yan Luge said the words of complaining, but there was no fear on his face at all, but he was a little eager to try.

When he was in the first order, he was able to kill and eat the transcendent creatures of the third order, and now that he himself is in the second order, can he still be afraid of a xenomorph at the peak of the fourth order?

The self-healing ability slowly took effect, allowing the wounds on Yan Luge's body to slowly stop bleeding.

"The warm-up is over." Yan Luge raised his head slightly, and his face, which was covered by dragon scales, showed an expression that seemed to be a smile, and said to himself towards the unknown existence, "I, as a person, like the simplest, most direct, and most efficient actions, it doesn't matter if it's dangerous, I'm not afraid."

"What's the point of getting me some C-class, D-class, E-class missions?

"It's too slow, it's too gentle, it's too unchallenging, it's ...... It's so boring! I'm so bored that I'm dozing off!

"Your host is combative.

"As long as it's a theoretically winnable battle, I'll show you!"

He is not only the son of the richest man in modern society, but also the strongest transcendent person who travels thousands of miles alone in the apocalyptic world.

He has been through countless battles.

The people and monsters he has killed are countless.

He had stood on the bones and looked down on all beings until the day they were completely gone.

Killing was his innate instinct, blood awakened his silent madness, and the pain only made him more violent.

Even though he is willing to restrain his minions for the world, he is still the bloodthirsty maniac who dances on the blade all year round.

He was never afraid of battle, or death.

Amid the burning flames and the screams of the monsters, Yanluge laughed, stepped on the hot ground, and rushed forward.

(End of chapter)