This moment!

Time stands still under a strong crisis stimulus.

The instinct in countless life-and-death battles drove Dean to twist his body and throw his right fist.

The thighs, waist, spine, shoulders, and whole body strength condensed into a rope, and the life energy flowed in the rope, converging in the fist, and facing the scale-covered fist head-on like a missile!

Boom!

There was a piercing sound, and a bomb seemed to have detonated in the night sky, and the brilliant white-gold flames spread out in a spherical shape!

A figure was knocked out of the flames, flew backwards in a straight line for dozens of meters, smashed a towering pine tree, and slammed into the cliff!

Gravel cascades like a cascade, and hard granite breaks through human-shaped pits.

Dean lay upright inside, his clothes torn into strips of cloth, revealing his muscles, but the surface seemed to be scorched by flames.

The fist-swinging right hand was shattered by the tremendous force, and the red flesh, tendons, and miserable white bone stubble pierced the skin, exposed to the air, and even the entire arm bone was twisted into a twisted shape.

But as soon as Dean opened his eyes, he twisted his right wrist, and the life energy instantly drove away the xenomorph energy that invaded his body, and bright red flesh buds quickly drilled out of the miserable wound on his right hand, sticking to each other.

With a move of his left hand, he grabbed a two-meter-long dark golden spear from the fantasy space, and the life energy poured into the bone spear along his arm, lighting up the tip of the spear.

Raise your head and gaze coldly into the night sky ahead.

The man in the suit with a strong body and an explosive head was wearing an armor with a flowing platinum light, and the vigorous life energy formed a pair of white wings behind him, allowing him to stand firmly in mid-air with only the strength of his body.

His scaly face showed deep disdain and disdain,

"Obviously a pure-bred human is standing with a man-eating monster, you despicable traitor and scum!"

He pronounces judgment with condescension, like a saint standing on the moral high ground,

"Kneel at my feet, I will cleanse you from your sins and send you to hell!"

"Shut up, idiot! You sneakily kidnap the coyote tribe warriors, do you think it's noble? Dean smiled and stared at his scaly face, "You have an armadillo face and dare to call yourself human?!" ”

"You have fallen into total depravity and are hopeless!"

The man snorted coldly, his wings flapped, and his majestic figure was like a cannonball that was discharged from the chamber and crossed dozens of meters in an instant, hitting the figure embedded in the cliff.

Boom!

Huge forces erupted on the rock face, dust spilled and spider webs spread up and down the sloping slope, and several half-human-sized pieces of granite fell down into the ground, smashing out a row of potholes.

Dean took a step forward and flashed into the air, his left hand pressed against the man's back in the cliff, and the surging telekinetic power pressed his body with a rumbling sound, and at the same time, his right hand raised the spear high and threw it at the back of his head.

But the strength of the explosive head was amazing, and under the pressure of strong telekinesis, it still swayed its spine tenaciously, and the wings composed of life energy on his back contracted inward and moved closer to each other, forming a solid shield to firmly protect his whole body.

The tip of the spear pierced the "shield" for a moment, struggling to pierce it, but also exhausted most of its strength, and finally cut off a few strands of curly black hair, stabbing a pale white mark on the fine scales on the back of the exploding head.

The exploding head parted its shield-shaped wings and flapped its spear, and the neatly connected rows of feathers around the edges of the wings trembled subtly, parting like the tail screen of a peacock, revealing the sharp roots of an awl.

Dean, who had just recalled the spear, trembled when he saw this, and instinctively launched his telekinesis to shoot back, widening the distance.

The next second.

Woooo

In the continuous sound of breaking the air, clumps of white feathers on the wings shot like darts in all directions, and hundreds of them shot out in just a moment, crushing Dean's telekinesis like a storm, flying into the night sky for five meters and disappearing.

The cliff closest to the blast head was like a heavy machine gun, and fist-sized holes were cut into the granite.

The exploding head broke free from the shackles of telekinesis, turned around from the cliff, and showed a crazy smile towards Dean who was standing in the air from a distance of dozens of meters.

"Traitors, cowards, cowards, dare you take a few punches from me head-on!"

Bang bang bang!

Dean threw his spear with his right hand and pulled the M1900 with his left hand, emptying the magazine in one go.

The two forearms of the blast head staggered to form a shield in front of his chest, blocking the whistling Magnum bullets and dark gold spears, while the dense life energy and the white wings on his back responded to his will, converging in front of his body to form a conical drill heading straight at Dean's heart.

Sprint!

Dean summoned the spear and activated the life energy with all his might, and the platinum flame jumped out of every cell of his limbs and torso, forming a majestic and solemn bust behind him, like a titan born from eternity, with his slender and strong arms hanging down at the sides of Dean's body, and with the movement of his spear held high, it bent backwards like an open bowstring to the state of the full moon, accumulating strength.

At the same time, the ghost armor that enveloped Dean condensed on top of his dark gold spear, forming a spear tip that flowed in black mist.

All his mental power propelled his body away.

Kiss!

The two platinum figures collided together.

As if Mars hit the Earth, bursts of mushroom-shaped spatial ripples erupted in mid-air.

The air blast and sound waves whipped up the wind, and the trees, shrubs, and grass on the ground were blown to the ground!

The two figures at the center of the explosion staggered, and they trembled in unison, blood soaked through the tattered clothes, and the bones around the body were visibly distorted.

Dean straightened his right hand, which had been broken in two, and the blast pulled out the spear from the shattered scales of his chest and threw it away.

Without dodging, hesitating, or fearing, he turned around, two pairs of cold eyes intertwined, and the two continued to collide!

Bang!

The head of the explosion was slammed into a five-meter-long crocodile-shaped basalt, and the force of the impact shattered the rock.

Dust clouds and smoke rose at the same time.

Dean pounced on him, his hands opening his bow left and right, and the terrifying explosion of anger brought out a raindrop-like fist that brought out a sky full of afterimages, like an eight-armed demon frantically smashing his armadillo-like face, smashing the scales and blood spilling, and then pouring into the ground behind him, and the granite cracked and collapsed inch by inch.

Exploding Head screamed in anger and horror as he raised his leg and kicked Dean to his chest.

Dean tossed onto the mirror-smooth cliff, bursting into a crack like bark, and continued to fall, crushing a birch tree and falling to the ground.

The exploding head leaped and fell on him like a meteor!

At the last moment, Dean launched a telekinesis in his left hand, and slid backwards with a recoil, and his big feet covered with earthy yellow scales fell to the ground and stepped on his afterimage, sand and gravel and mud flew, and the ground cracked forward in a ravine that spread for dozens of meters.

Bang!

The two figures collided back and forth, and a muffled thunder exploded in the sky in front of the cliff.

……

Cayden's heart was beating and he was sweating, he had never experienced such a strange feeling, he was no longer an individual, but a member of the whole, following the wolves as they ran, howled, bathed in the silence of the night... The blood in the body merges, heated, boils, restlessness and hesitation, apprehension and fear, annihilated and disappeared under the collective wave, turning into nothingness, not even a single splash.

Cayden became fearless and galloped to his heart's content.

But he was still missing something, he couldn't reach the realm of soul and flesh with the wolves, and he couldn't break all the obstacles in front of him.

……

The air is surging.

He followed the large army around the mine and began to search in a scattered manner, and he and Asuka and another warrior approached the red truck without a sound.

The doors were unguardedly wide open—the walls, floors, and walls of the carriage were crawling with sticky and dry blood, and a large man was chained and tied to the innermost edge, his head hung down, his long red braids on his shoulders, and his flesh was open to barely an inch of intact skin.

"Red-bellied Eagle!"

There was a low roar in the air, and a werewolf with a handful of golden retrievers appeared from the air, and rushed over with its claws and claws.

Brush Brush –

A few dazzling cold lights flickered, the iron chains on the wall broke into several pieces, and the scarred man lost his support, and suddenly approached his companion's arms.

"He's alive!" The werewolf let out a long sigh of relief, and turned to look at Asuka and Cayden in the air, "Call the priest back to heal his wounds!" ”

"Wait, man, don't you think something is wrong?" Kaiden kept a trace of sanity and pulled the bird out of the carriage slowly, "Everyone else in the mine has disappeared, and there is only one red-bellied eagle left, or is it still alive?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, newcomer, those guys obviously didn't have time to deal with it and ran away!" The golden werewolf said in a commanding tone, "Go and call... Called..."

Poof!

The eagerness on the golden werewolf's face froze suddenly, and a splatter of blood stained his chin and lips high, and the blood shone through his unbelievable face.

The red-bellied eagle buried in his arms before opened his eyes at some point, his pupils were as black as a demon's possession, the smile on the corner of his mouth was so cruel that it was terrifying, and the black veins drilled out of his neck connected his cheeks, temples, and crawled all over his forehead, like loaches under his skin!

One of his right paws was held up in front of the hole in the golden werewolf's chest, sticky blood soaking through the hooked nails.

The golden werewolf slumped backwards in the dead end of the carriage, and the heart-rending pain made it temporarily immobilized.

Stunned by this sudden turn of events, Cayden screamed, and pounced on Asuka left and right, trying to subdue his assailant companion.

But the red-bellied eagle was obviously stronger, casually threw away the trophy, and turned into a giant wolf to pounce head-on, as if the two were hit by an invisible battering ram, flew backwards out of the carriage, landed and continued to slide.

The red-bellied eagle fled out of the carriage in a flash of lightning.

"Hee-hee..."

There was another eerie chuckle in the carriage, and a few tiny seeds flew towards the golden werewolf who was trembling against the wall, rapidly healing itself, and burrowed into it like a parasite.

Black veins emerged from under the werewolf's skin, opened his cold eyes, and separated a pair of sharp claws from the left and right, and pounced out of the carriage.

The shouts and fights alarmed the other tribal teams in the mine who were searching for the situation.

They turned their heads to see that the target of the trip was fighting the two young men who had come to the rescue, and soon the golden werewolf also rushed out of the carriage to join the fight, jumping around the two.

More strength, faster speed, sharp minions, lightning strikes at the key points one after another.

Kaiden and Asuka, who lacked combat experience, were instantly downwinded, and could almost only parry, retreating again and again.

"Are the red-bellied eagles and golden teeth crazy, how can they do it to their own people!"

Three squads rushed over, trying to separate them.

To the east, on a rock, the priest who had turned into a golden giant wolf was originally chasing the two familiar scents of the dog town in front of his nose, noticing the changes in the field, he couldn't help but raise the skin drum in his hand and lightly tap it with the tiger's mouth.

Tom, tom...

The dull sound of the drums, as if enchanted, swept through the mines and reached the ears of all the werewolves, who were all relieved and their eyes cleared and calm.

The abyssal darkness in the pupils of the out-of-control red-bellied eagle and the golden werewolf suddenly faded, and a trace of dazedness and struggle appeared on their murderous faces!

The scalp-tinging protrusions are like beetles burned by boiling water, jumping wildly under their skin!

Tom, tom...

Seeing that it had an effect, the priest made the drum in his hand more urgent, but after a few strikes, the intuition that had been cultivated for decades began to warn at this moment, and he smelled a pungent stench like cat urine, which rushed straight to his brain.

The golden wolf swooped down gracefully and swiftly.

The green light flickered, and a ghostly dagger stabbed him where he had been, only to stab the air and break an afterimage.

When the sneak attacker realizes that the attack is missing and wants to retract.

The golden giant wolf turned back with a paw several times faster than before.

Hiss –

The golden claws instantly hit the invisible, but they didn't feel solid as they sliced through the flesh, but instead felt like a knife cutting through a disembodied mist.

The fog condensed unscathed.

The wolf howled and felt a strong burning pain in his right paw, and it retracted like lightning - the golden fluff was stained with a layer of green that looked highly poisonous.

He waved his left paw to cut off the green flesh of his right hand without changing his face, and continued to beat the tambourine.

But there was a blood-cold hissing sound in the air, and in the breeze, a green light flashed, and a snowy dagger pierced the drum skin.

……

Not far from outside the truck compartment... The drumming stopped, and Goldfang and Red-bellied Eagle began to attack their companions in a frenzy again.

Cayden surrounded them with a group of werewolves, kicked them in the knee sockets, grabbed their hands and held their necks, and pinned them to the ground, taking control.

Despite this, the two out-of-control companions still tried to turn their faces sideways, their dark pupils glaring angrily at their former companions, grinning and squirting fishy saliva, without the slightest trace of former affection.

At this moment, Cayden, who was with Asuka, felt a strange sense of detachment, the sky became dark, the dark clouds were dense, and the air around him was unusually hot and breathless.

At the same time, Cayden noticed that the wolf hair on the top of the bird's head was eerily erect, like a hedgehog!

It's -

A flash of alertness flashed through Cayden's mind, and without thinking, he grabbed Asuka by the arm and threw himself to the side.

Zizi... Syllable!

Several dazzling purple bifurcated currents flashed through the air, illuminating the dimly lit mines, whipping the eight werewolf warriors who surrounded the runaways like whips, and plowing several steaming arcing deep trenches into the ground.

The werewolf warrior who was hit was surrounded by long hair, his skin became charred and blackened, and there was an unpleasant smell of burning, and his body statue froze in place and twitched, as if he had danced a grotesque group break dance, his eyes rolled and he lost consciousness, and his strong self-healing ability could not get them out of trouble in a short time.

Hee-hee...

In the fluttering laughter, the black seeds floated like flowers to the electrocuted werewolves, burrowed into the skin, and parasitized their bodies.

Whew-

Ten pairs of pitch-black pupils opened in the center of the field.

(End of chapter)