Bloody and dimly lit demon caves.

The Stone family was collectively shocked by the profound expression of the snake-haired man, and their eyes flashed with longing and a sense of belonging.

"So we're nocturnal!"

Dean, noticing that the progress of the investigation was stuck at seventy percent and not moving, understood that it was time, and quietly retreated behind the five "family members", his eyes coldly swept over their defenseless points.

Reach into your arms.

Buckle the cold firearm in the holster under your armpit.

No one noticed.

He drew his gun and aimed it at the back of Layton's head.

……

"Remember, young man, we will all return to Midian!"

"And I, Westen, am only one of the weakest of the myriad nocturnal species in Midian."

The belcon's tail note landed.

Bang bang!

Bullets burst into the air.

Sparks flickered.

Four piercing gunshots rang out suddenly from the closed chamber.

The air stood still for a moment.

Immediately after that, there was the sound of a continuous heavy object falling to the ground.

Leighton, Shannon, Perron, and Edson, a family of four, four hunters had a large hole in the back of their heads, and they fell silently on the filthy ground covered with bones, excrement, and rotting flesh.

The moment before he died, he still had a shocked expression on his face.

Only Christine, on the far left, turned her head as soon as she heard the gunshot, and she saw her brother with a blank face and a gun drawn and firing angrily, a fallen relative, and the fire gushing from the muzzle of the gun, and the white smoke surging from the muzzle.

"No!"

The woman wailed heartbreakingly.

Dean coldly pulled the trigger and shot him in the head.

A cloud of blood burst out of her pretty face, and her people fell backwards.

The red lips are slightly open, and the round blue eyes remain with the despair, pain and doubts of being betrayed by their relatives!

But she never got an answer, and she died.

……

"You killed Layton Stone, Shannon, Perron, Heidenson, Christine... Mastery +5*5.

Shoot Lv2 (4→29/300),

……

The sudden killing came to an end in the blink of an eye.

The gorgon, who was standing on the pile of bones, was stunned for a second by this cruel change, and his figure flashed, and he launched a death charge towards Dean.

The terrifying pressure, the stinking wind blows in the face.

But Dean's face did not change, the ghost armor protected his body, calmly held the gun with both hands, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang!

Only ten meters apart, two bullets hit the gorgon's face.

It didn't dodge at all, or didn't bother to dodge, and after being shot, its body didn't pause for half a minute, like a running rhinoceros crashing into Dean, knocking him off the ground and throwing him backwards like a cloud... Fly into the deep and dark corridors.

"You, damn it!"

A hoarse, gloomy voice echoed through the corridor, and the ceiling trembled.

The gorgoned man casually snapped off the two bullets embedded in the cheekbones and forehead, and the snakehead burrowed into the skin of the side of his face as if it came to life, and the whole face was congested and swollen, becoming less human-like.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

With a roar, it chased in,

……

Spectre Armor shared most of the impact for Dean, and the remaining force failed to deal damage.

The moment he landed, he held his hands together, and the muscle fascia under the suit agitated wildly, and he bounced up his body and ran out of the corridor.

The two tentative shots just now made him realize the gap, the bones of the gorhead were harder than steel plates, and it was really unwise to fight with this guy in the narrow chambers and corridors.

He had to create favorable conditions for himself to change the battlefield.

Running in the dark, short of breath.

A previous doubt came to mind.

The extravagant and luxurious ancient house is closed by four walls and does not let in sunlight.

And the cannibals of the Stone family are not afraid of the sun.

The gorgonk calls himself a nocturnal species!

……

With this in mind, Dean quickened his pace and sprinted to the bedroom at the end of the corridor.

There's a closed window there!

Agility and strength burst out with all his might, and Dean used his hands and feet together, like a cheetah galloping with all his might, so fast that it brought out a faint afterimage.

Click-ta-ta!

But the footsteps of the pursuers behind him were getting closer, and the pressure of death followed.

……

At a certain moment, in the narrow corridor, the distance between the pursuers and the fleeing people was shortened to twenty meters, and the "shadow" on Dean's shoulder suddenly flew back towards the hideous-looking medusa, and the moment it touched its body, it turned into a twisted mist, burrowed into its nose and throat, and choked its breathing holes!

Transform your form and attack its fragile respiratory organs!

The gorgoned man felt a strong feeling of suffocation, and a piercing pain to the bone, and his sprinting figure came to a sudden halt, and between the heaving of his chest, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his almond-shaped vertical pupils.

Then he clutched his chest and throat and opened his bloody mouth!

Roar!

There was an earth-shattering roar, dust and rubble falling from the ceiling, and the frescoes on either side creeping like they came to life.

The invisible sound wave turned into a sharp blade, slicing the "shadow" in the center into a thousand holes.

In just two seconds, the translucent form of the "shadow" faded a lot, and it flew out of the target's body and floated outward.

The suffocation vanished, and the gorgonk continued in pursuit, breaking out of the dark corridor and into the dimly lit bedroom.

In a blink of an eye, Gru Stone, who killed five family members in a row, did not run away.

Stand by the left-hand wall and look at it quietly.

The blue eyes shrank into a slit and shot a playful light, the lips opened a sarcastic arc, and the handsome face was full of disdain.

"Come on, cannibal mongrel!"

"A traitor who was kicked out of his house."

"There's a waste that you can't go back to."

"Maggots hiding in filthy corners and surviving."

"I'll send you to hell with my own hands!"

Bang bang bang!

Dean changed the magazine and pulled the trigger continuously, and the bullet hit the medusa's shield and seemed to cross his arms in front of him, exploding into a cloud of sparks.

"Hell can't tolerate me, and heaven won't accept you, we're all monsters, I'm here to help you get free." The gorgoned man brushed away a few bullets from his skin, his eyes shot red, and as soon as he raised his hand, the sharp bone spurs on his wrist were aimed at Dean and rushed over.

Hmmm-

In just five or six meters, it takes less than half a breath.

Dean had already shortened before it could charge, and swooped to the right.

The red light flashed in front of him, and the fishy wind blew by.

Then he felt a chill in his back, a cut in his suit was opened, and a wound like a baby's mouth appeared on his latissimus dorsi.

Hmmm-

The snake-haired man waved his hand to shake off the blood beads on the bone spurs, turned around like lightning, elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles, bone spurs wriggled under the skin, and the brush turned around, and the tip of the cold light pointed at Dean on the ground, and his huge body pressed towards him like a small mountain.

With a crisp clang, the "shadow" blasted open the wooden plank behind the gorgonon that sealed the window.

Sawdust and sparkling glass shards are flying in all directions, and windows are turning into huge holes that connect to the outside!

The sunlight outside the house shone in, dispelling the gloom and evil, and spilling onto the red skin of the snake-haired man's back!

"Woo!"

A scream, heart-wrenching.

The gorgon's attack froze in mid-air, his body curled up in pain, and pungent green smoke came out as if it had been melted by the heat, emitting a strong smell of burnt roasted meat.

Dean gritted his teeth and threw himself into the other's arms with his hands outstretched, hugging it by the waist with all his might, and slamming it backwards into the open window.

Desperately pull it out into the sun, out of the hole!

The glass shards refracted sunlight and ignited the dense snake hair on the back of the monster's head.

In the cyan flames, the little snakes that burned frantically writhed and withered.

The battered medusa frantically launched a counterattack,

Piercing, elbowing, and kneeling at Dean as he burst through the air, the bone spurs of his fists and feet erupted with a terrifying lethality that surpassed that of the firearm, causing the ghost armor to fade quickly.

But Dean always hugged the other party's waist and didn't let go.

The scorching sun continued to bake.

The snake-haired man's side arm burst into flames, his skin cracked, and his sun-soaked back burned into charcoals.

It was furious and terrified to the extreme.

Grabbing Dean by the shoulders with both hands, the tremendous force that erupted between life and death finally threw the parasite away, crashed into the closet, and slid to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

It slammed into the safety of the vault in the corridor.

The heart is full of murderous intentions.

Go back and heal your wounds, wait for the sun to go down and come out again, and kill this insidious hyena!

Eat him like bone slag.

The hope of survival is at hand.

Bang!

A muffled sound!

Its pupils shrank.

The stone door in front of him automatically closed to the left without wind.

Click, click!

The telekinesis of pushing the door fastened two huge iron locks at the same time.

And the key has long been thrown on the body of the Layton couple in the house.

……

Hope turned to despair.

The gorgonk turned around angrily and weakly, and saw Dean hunched over his knees, holding a dagger like a teardrop!

The four eyes are facing each other, and the fire bursts out.

Come on!

Either you die, or I die!

……

Dean took the initiative to rush to the corner of the bedroom where the gorgony was hiding.

He jumped on the bed, jumped to his feet, and spun around in mid-air, his right arm sparkling diagonally, and the palm of his hand poked at the right temple of the gorgon.

It's like a half-manual exercise.

Superman's dexterity supports him to perform this action cleanly and beautifully.

But the latter reacted surprisingly quickly, waving his right hand to block, the bone spurs on his wrist collided with the board, making a sound of gold and iron, and Dean rolled to the side with the help of his strength, and after getting up, his heart was settled.

The Gorgon's strength and speed were greatly weakened compared to before, and he was not much taller than himself.

Its sun-scorched injuries are rapidly deteriorating!

He shouldn't think about it.

The gorgon's arms were crossed, and the bone spurs on his wrists and elbows rubbed into a cross-shaped red light.

It seems to have four arms and two pairs of twin knives.

It stabbed Dean with lightning speed, its two-meter-tall head, long reach and thighs, making it attack with an astonishing range, and each ferocious swing exuded a plague-like rot.

There aren't many sun-forgotten corners of the bedroom anymore.

There's not much room for it.

And Dean's small size of 1.8 meters has become an advantage.

His fighting skills are activated, and he skillfully dodges, rolls, and turns in tight spaces, or jumps on the violet bed, distances himself, and occasionally defends or counterattacks, aiming at the crotch, temples, neck, and armpits of the gorgon.

Ruthless and precise.

It's like a young and strong hyena that keeps sneaking up on a seriously injured and dying male lion.

The metal and iron resonated, and the fire burst out where the bone spurs and the slab collided.

The two figures staggered and separated, shaking off sweaty hair and flesh all over the ground.

The double bed in the middle was unwittingly torn apart into a pile of rotten wood by the swinging bone spurs, and the floor was torn with large holes.

Brutal hand-to-hand combat, less than twenty seconds.

Dean kicked its crotch and slice its neck.

Sharp bone spurs were also in Dean's chest and abdomen, and his arm was cut into a bloody wound.

But the medusa's condition is getting worse and worse, and the dust is full of flaws.

Dean jumped forward on tiptoe and swiftly into the empty door of his chest, slashing his arm diagonally, slicing open its trachea.

Blood splattered out.

Squirted Dean all over his face.

But he didn't have time to catch his breath.

Strong winds came from both sides.

The corner of the snake-haired man's mouth grinned with a sinister grin,

"Got you, little mouse."

Suddenly bursting with astonishing speed and strength, he grabbed Dean's waist with both hands and pulled him into his arms, bone spurs squirming in various joints, aiming at his body.

Arms are wrapped, legs entangled backwards like pythons.

Dean instantly seemed to be bitten by a huge mouth with sharp teeth intertwined, and the huge force made him unable to break free.

But the ghost armor firmly blocked the bone spurs and wrestled with the snake-haired man.

A hint of madness flashed through Dean's eyes, and his left hand clasped the left eye of the gorgon

Puff puff puff.

Blood splatters.

Then it was thrown into the sunlight under the window, ignited a flame, and turned into ashes.

At the same time, Dean's right hand clenched the board and continuously poked the temple of the gorgon, bringing out the afterimage of the debut!

Roar!

The gorgony roared and contracted his arms further, hugging Dean into his arms, and under the tremendous pressure, the translucent ghost armor finally collapsed completely and returned to its original body.

Lose the last line of defense.

Eight bone spurs passed through Dean's chest and exited his back, creating eight terrifying holes.

Dean was like a grilled fish in a harpoon, his body straightened for a moment, and he bowed backwards.

Thick plasma erupted from eight springs on his body.

The red-dyed pair hugged the man and the monster tightly, lining them like a couple crucified together for martyrdom.

But the bond between them is not love, but hate and madness!

The sudden pain almost knocked Dean unconscious, but the experience of multiple simulacrums had trained his pain nerves as hard as steel.

His face twisted and stubbornly launched three counterattacks.

The right hand was pulled horizontally, and then vertically, and a cross-shaped bloody mouth was drawn on the stubby neck.

The screaming medusto took Dean in a circle and fell backwards to the ground, dying.

The vital injuries were stacked with the sun's burns, and it finally ran out of life.

Dean endured the pain, turned his body, and rolled into the sunlight under the window with it.

Whew...

Smoke rises.

The gorgon's bloated and bloodshot face burst into flames, his pupils dilated, his skin cracked, and the rest of his body began to burn in the sunlight.

The scorching flames made Dean's short white hair curl and her face began to burn black.

He gritted his teeth and twisted his shoulders, thighs, and abdomen, slowly pulling his body out of the terrifying bone spurs.

Several more shocking fountains of blood gushed out.

He sat weakly against the wall like a punctured water bag.

Blood pooled beneath him, and his lips turned pale.

The boundless coldness hit, but he didn't have the strength to tremble, and his consciousness and the image in front of him began to blur.

The vitality dissipates quickly.

Dean used one last thought to release the mimesis.

The nearly shattered body began to expand and contract in an eerie bout.

Pain replaces the weakness of a serious injury and dying!

At the same time, a vigorous vitality was injected into his body that was on the verge of drying up.

"I see, you're not Gru Stone." A faint voice sounded that was about to disappear, and the gown-haired man turned his blackened face to the side, and the only remaining right eye looked at Dean who was rapidly transforming, "A stronger supernatural can destroy the supernatural,"

Only at this moment, when the two enemies who are fighting to the death are paralyzed on the ground, can they have a chance to communicate,

"I'm human, and you're monsters, feeding on my kind." Leaning against the wall, the joints clattering like branched branches, Dean glanced at him indifferently, his spine bent like a frightened feline, his voice trembling in the pain of deformation, "We are enemies by nature. ”

"Haha! Impeccable moral standards, but how noble can humans be compared to monsters? The gorgonk seemed to have heard some big joke, and the corners of his scorched mouth grinned into a penetrating smile, "Why don't you stop me while I'm eating and save that poor sacrifice?" ”

Dean struggled desperately to get up and give the monster the final blow and shut its foul mouth, but every inch of his skin was cramping and he couldn't move.

The gorgony looked at him deeply, but there was no hatred and resentment in his eyes, but a trace of recognition,

"Your scent speaks for itself, that you are murderous, and that you are more of a monster than most nocturnal creatures who obey the Iron Laws."

"Whoever I kill deserves to die." Dean leaned back against the wall, his body spasmed like a patchwork of building blocks, his blonde hair turned black, the bloody hole in his chest disappeared, and his skin quickly returned to smooth and intact as if it had never been injured.

Mimic lv0 (25/100) → (28/100)

"I smell the weakness of my heart, and I can see that you enjoy killing very much, just like just now, why do you have to endure so hard?"

"We don't need any hypocritical excuses and justifications to kill, we can kill if we want!"

"Throw away the boring rules and principles, and embrace freedom."

The gorgonk stared at his stiff face, his expression softening, and uttered an allegory in a hoarse voice,

"Do you hear that? Midianite is calling you, and you will be born again as me. ”

"No need to worry... Only a few weak nocturnal species are afraid of the sun. ”

Poof.

Its neck was burned to ashes, and its ugly head rolled to the ground, making a listening expression,

And the burning one-eyed stared at the dark void in the corner of the bedroom, as if seeing the haunting place, the withered lips opened and closed, and stumbled but affectionately read a passage:

"God is in heaven."

"Oz is at the end of the rainbow."

"Midian's paradise is a paradise for monsters."

"Our home..."

"A resting place for souls..."

"I'm back."

Wow –

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from the window.

The huge and terrifying monster body burning with cyan flames, like a sculpture weathered for thousands of years, turned into ashes in an instant, and disappeared with the wind.

Something invisible flew into Dean's body, and he suddenly saw a large number of strange faces with blue fangs smiling at him.

……

"You caused most of the fatal injuries of the nocturnal species Westen, Westen died, the supernatural hunter activated, and you drained 1 point of power."

Power: 11.4→12.4.

Call... Suck...

Completely restored to its original shape, Dean closed his eyes and felt the heat surging in his body, and the muscles under his skin were rapidly stretched and toughened, thinking about this dying poem.

A hint flashed in his eyes.

Disguised as Gru Stone, you infiltrate his family of hunters, meet their gods hidden in the secret chamber, and ask them for their true identity as a nocturnal species from the monster paradise of Midian.

Once again, you stood firmly on the "righteous" side of humanity, tried the Stone family with a sneak attack, and cleverly used sunlight to eliminate the nocturnal species that were kicked out of their homes.

You've achieved your goal.

"God" is 100% complete.

You can withdraw your rewards at any time.

……

Dean's body shuddered suddenly, and an indescribably immense hunger welled up in his heart, as if every cell was moaning, wailing, and asking for nourishment.

He rushed out of the bedroom and rushed to the kitchen!

……

(End of chapter)