The kerosene lamps at the police station are like a lighthouse in the night.

With the sound of buzzing wings, several football-sized scorpion-tailed flies flew through the broken windows into the hall on the right in pursuit of the light, twisting their long, segmented bellies like dragonflies, leaving sticky, greasy marks on the walls they crawled paste.

Perhaps they had never seen such a human "prey" as before, their large, ping-pong ball eyes swirling restlessly around at the end of their cigarette-thick short poles, surveying the crowd in the hall, and the cacophony of the vibrating cicada wings.

Compared to the half-cut dead object that Dean had dropped just now, the monsters in these nightmares were obviously more impactful to appear alive in front of him.

The crowd in the hall screamed in surprise, instinctively fleeing to the police office, hiding under desks and chairs, and some even went straight into the iron bars of the prison.

"Calm down, don't run around, hide behind me!"

The sheriff beckoned to his companion and barely raised his gun in self-defense, but all of them hit the air, and in front of him there was another flower, and a worm swept the flames at his feet, and the flames jumped on top of him, raised the flaming scorpion tail, and stabbed it at the neck.

Poof...

Sharp knives into the flesh.

A flash of dark gold.

A spear stabbed horizontally, and a spear pierced through the worm into the air.

In the splatters of gray blood, the scorpion-tailed fly straightened up like a fish with a disemboweled belly and a barbecue fork, and then was shaken to the ground and crushed by one foot.

Sean shook his head at the pale-faced sheriff,

"We warned, don't turn on the lights!"

Swish!

He bent his knees slightly, jumped sideways like a cheetah, and his spear made a dazzling arc, knocking the two scorpion-tailed flies to the ground and bursting into pulp.

Then Sean leaped at an astonishing speed, like a vampire in a movie who encouraged his cloak to take off from the ground, and pounced lightly to the broken window, his right shield slamming into it by inertia.

Smack!

The fourth flying insect was crushed into ketchup and spread out on the walls of large cobweb-like cracks.

Sean then stood in front of the shattered window, alone in front of a swarm of scorpion-tailed flies that had crept through the gap, swinging his spear and shield like a batter.

The sound of whirring through the air, the sound of broken flesh, and the sound of blood splattering echoed in the hall, and the flying insects were smashed and crushed as soon as they emerged, hanging slime and minced flesh falling to the walls, and on the floor, it was impossible to approach the townspeople in the hall.

"God, is he still human?"

The townsfolk hiding under the tables and chairs were shocked by Sean's terrifying performance, and regained some composure.

The sheriff didn't have time to figure out where this fierce man came from, and rushed near the glass door on the left side of the hall with his gun raised.

But the situation here is even more bizarre, the ghost hovers in the air, and David and Lucia's family stand in place like an electric shock, staring stupidly at the door frame, muttering some "magic" and "miracle"... Wanda and Billy even opened their mouths in an O-shape, revealing baby teeth that were exaggeratedly large.

And there were no less than ten insect corpses piled up on the ground under their feet, and the death was extremely strange, and many of their bodies were crawling with frost, steaming wisps of miserable white freezing air, and they were divided into two by sharp weapons.

It's like neatly cut meat that has just been taken out of cold storage.

The sheriff looked at the guys, "Where's that guy named Kenny?" ”

"In the fog outside the house, don't meddle." The goddess Kamodi stood in front of the sheriff, her eyes flashing with irrepressible excitement, "This is the god's trial, he must hunt for the precious sacrifice in order to get the final reward, no one else is allowed to disturb!" ”

The sheriff didn't want to deal with the goddess, so he raised his leg and was about to rush out, when an orange light lit up outside the door, like the summer midday sun, dispelled the fog that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

The area at the entrance of the police station suddenly changed from the deep darkness of night to day, and layers of light blue power grids emerged in this dazzling light, forming a grid-like "no-fly zone".

The scorpion-tailed flies that rushed to the police station were instantly entangled in their wings, fangs, and scorpion tails by crackling arcs, and turned into gray-black "insect rain" with scorching and smoking.

But not wait for them to land.

The sound of the air breaking followed one after another, and circles of white gold light in the shape of a full moon reverberated in the power grid.

With each flicker of light, a swarm of scorpion-tailed flies was cut in two.

It's as if an invisible Grim Reaper stands in the power grid, wielding a transparent scythe again and again, harvesting the lives and souls of these monsters.

Grunt.

The sheriff swallowed quietly and withdrew his foot towards the door, he didn't want to be separated like a bug.

What happened tonight was so bizarre that his mind couldn't even spin around.

……

On the roof outside the police station.

Behind the shadows of the colorful aurora, there were fireballs that were as hot as the sun and more than two meters in diameter.

The bright light shone on Dean who was standing by the eaves, and he shook his wrist, bursting with life energy to brush away the flying insect stumps from the fanged long knife, and looked down at the ground.

The remains of scorpion-tailed flies form a gray, sticky, fishy swamp.

In the system, Fighting LV5 (581→683/700), Shadow LV5 (27→78/700).

The thrill of mass killing and proficiency flying up in a rocket didn't make him feel the slightest joy, "It's impossible for these bugs to cause the earthquake just now, who are they?" ”

The mist seemed to understand his heart, sending more humming and rattling shrill screams.

A scorpiontail fly flew out of the gray mist and headed straight for the fireball lure hanging behind Shadow, but it hadn't touched the fireball yet.

Another, larger black shadow swept by with lightning and flint, crushing the scorpiontail fly to the ground.

At first glance, it looks like a pterodactyl once appeared on ancient earth, with a body length of 1.3 meters, a wingspan of about 2 meters, a reddish-brown body surface, covered with a folded skin similar to that of a reptile, and four wings on its back, but no forelimbs, only a pair of huge claws with barbs, deep in the flesh of the back of the scorpion-tailed fly.

As soon as it looked down, it was as sharp and long as a vulture, and its serrated beak easily tore off the head of the scorpion-tailed fly, and swallowed it without chewing, feasting on it in front of Dean.

"Pterodactyl monsters, with a level 2 strength equivalent to Grey Widow, can be regarded as the bottom of the food chain in the Mist World."

Neither monster can create the earthquake that the police station is capable of.

"What is the reason?"

The five fingers of Dean's right hand were spread out, and thick muscles, tendons, and scales bulged out on his well-proportioned forearm.

The surging life energy condensed into a white-gold cyclone in the palm of his hand.

Pushing down, the surging light devoured the feeding monsters, grinding every piece of flesh into gas and blasting a deep black hole into the hard concrete floor.

"You killed the winged thrush? Fighting Lv5 (683→685/700), Shadow Lv5 (78→79/700).

……

Buzzing!

More duck-like cries came from the fog ahead.

Dean faintly saw a flock of winged thrushes hunting swarms of scorpion-tailed flies in the sky.

His figure flashed, and he took the initiative to rush into the fog with his shadow, raised his hand and slashed out a sword-like light to split the two winged thrushes, and continued to rush forward with the sound I don't know how far.

His eyes suddenly flickered, his temples thumped, and the long-lost omen of crisis was so inadvertently triggered.

He finally discovered the source of the earthquake.

A terrifying black shadow emerged from the ethereal mist,

It is at least seventy or eighty meters high, and its head is hidden in the fog and cannot be seen clearly, but its huge body is shaped like a lean rhinoceros, with wrinkled skin and dark brown lines, like the annual rings of trees, but it is deeper than that, engraved with the vicissitudes of time, giving people a sense of rickets and old age.

Downward, there are multiple pairs of knife feet of unknown effect on the abdomen, and countless wriggling tentacles grow on the head, neck, and back, as if to capture various information about the surrounding environment.

Its uncoordinated body was supported by six long tower-like legs, which were thick, pale, multi-articulated bony structures that were slate-gray and covered with holes that resembled the flesh of a pomegranate stripped of its flesh, in which countless scorpion-tailed flies nested and poked their heads out and buzzed.

The larger winged thrush rattles around to clean up the parasites.

Unknown giant beasts, pterocarps, and scorpion-tailed flies form a set of small ecology unique to the misty world.

As the mist dispersed, the beast suddenly lowered its head from the clouds, its wet, obsidian-like eyes looking at the ant-like human not far in front of it.

Dean saw the extreme pain in the eyes of this unspeakable beast, and the pain was soaked with tears.

It was as if it was under tens of thousands of pressures, suffering from hell.

Something great and formless was wiping out its ocean-rich gray life light, limiting its strength to below level 6.

This giant beast is too strong to trigger the world's self-protection mechanism?

As soon as this thought came to Dean's mind, a tide of murderous intent and a strong desire to destroy followed the gaze of the giant beast.

Dean tensed, and countless cells spontaneously burst out with billions of platinum rays of light, waving behind him like a banner, clashing with the eyes and momentum of this giant beast that was thousands of times its size.

Suddenly, the fog stopped wriggling, and it was so dull and oppressive that it seemed like the end of the world had come.

A few winged thrushes and manticore-tailed flies took Dean for air and chased past him.

……

Dean confronts the behemoth in the mist.

Inside the police station in the distance, the bugs were cleared, the flames in the hall were extinguished, and almost no one was injured except for a hapless ghost who broke his ankle.

Everything was going in a good direction, so much so that the townsfolk had the illusion that the night was gone and dawn was not far away.

Sean shook off the flesh and slime from his spear and shield, and his tense face slackened for a moment.

"Well done, man!" A red-haired young man walked over and gently patted him on the bloodstained shoulder, "You saved everyone's lives. ”

"That's right, you're a hero!" A tall and lanky woman in her sixties gave Sean a grateful hug, "When this is over, we will definitely ask the mayor to award you a badge of honor." ”

Another short man with a Mediterranean Sea gave him a thumbs up, "In the future, you will enjoy a 50% discount on your purchases at the Federal Supermarket." ”

"Do you have a girlfriend? I introduce my niece to you. ”

"Where did you buy your spear and shield, can you buy one for me?"

More than two dozen townsfolk complimented Sean.

Not long ago, when Sean, who was still a train ticket inspector who was always angry, enjoyed such a much-anticipated treatment, he suddenly hung his head a little embarrassed.

"It's all Kenny's work, he's taken most of the pressure, and I'm just helping."

Sean said modestly, and a feeling arose in his heart, this time he successfully used the power of the nocturnal species and the "beast" to do a good thing, so it doesn't matter if it's a human or a monster at all, the most important thing is behavior and performance.

"Monsters can also do things that benefit society and become heroes."

A smile tugged at the corner of Sean's mouth.

Bang!

Change happened suddenly.

Two black shadows rushed into the window like lightning, and the winged thrush spread its four wings, and its sharp claws pressed a scorpion-tailed fly to the floor, biting off half of its body, and with a flick of its long jagged beak, a large piece of gray flesh fell on the townsfolk next to it.

Frozen the smile on their faces.

Sean was the first to react, and with great speed he stabbed a spear into the winged thrush's head, missing the head, and the tip of the spear pierced a pair of wings on its back, pinning it to the half-manticore-tailed fly on the ground.

It flapped its other wings and screamed desperately.

Sean held the spear with both hands and wrestled with it desperately, like an animal trainer who wrapped his neck around a vicious dog.

The two policemen fired frantically at the winged thrush, but the bullet into its gray-black body was only a little broken and stuck in the muscles and bones, unable to do much damage, which made it even more noisy, and the calf's large body erupted with a huge force, dragging the spear and rushing towards a petite lady.

Tremble in the balance.

Sean swooped down on its back like a beast, twisting his hands around its neck as the townsfolk screamed.

Click-

The winged thrush slumped its neck and swallowed.

Sean panted and got up and smiled at everyone, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another gust of wind hit his back.

The second winged thrush was seen coming in through the window, and the griffin landed on Sean's back, its claws hooked, and it was blocked by the level 5 leather armor that had been put on its body earlier, and pecked its head down.

The sharp beak pecked Sean on the back of the neck and ripped off a piece of flesh.

The great pain was like a torch that instantly ignited the anger in Sean's chest.

Roar!

Hiss –

He turned and grabbed the wings of the four wings of the winged thrush with great speed, and his arched legs pressed against its claws, pressing it to the ground.

Grinning and revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs, he bit down on his neck fiercely, and with a tear, he bit off the head of the winged thrush.

The headless corpse spewed gray blood and splattered Sean's head all over his face.

A strange taste welled up in his mouth, which made him sober up at once, spit out the contents of his mouth to the ground, got up in a hurry, and turned around, too late.

"Oh God!"

"What is this? Werewolves! ”

"More like a snake!"

"Sean is a monster!"

The townsfolk looked at the snake-scaled face, the blood-dripping fangs, and couldn't help but retreat, their cheeks twisted, and their expressions were full of incredulity, fear, and disgust, as if they had seen some ugly and terrible monster.

The attitude has changed 180 degrees from before, as if the praise just now is just a hypocritical performance.

Sean really couldn't accept such a huge contrast, and his face turned pale,

"I, I'm Sean, don't be afraid, I won't hurt humans."

Sean raised his hand to explain, but the sickle-like claws frightened the crowd back again and again.

"Don't come here!" The sheriff raised his gun at him, his eyes were extremely serious,

"I swear to God that I will never hurt a single hair of you."

"Shut up! God is not the God of monsters! The sheriff pointed to the entrance to the police station, "Lean over and stay with the ghost." ”

Sean swept his face pleadingly, but saw only a fear deep in his genes, a rejection that was incompatible with fire and water.

Monsters and humans are not the same after all.

Sean's fiery mind was doused with a bucket of cold water and turned closer to the entrance.

The painter David blocked his wife and children and Madame Medina behind him, looking apologetic and vigilant,

Lucia hugged a pair of children tightly, as if she wanted to ease the atmosphere, and said with a smile, "Mr. Sean, no wonder you were so able to eat in the restaurant at the beginning, it turns out that you, you... But I'm sure you're a good person! ”

The ghost floated in front of her, its dark eyes radiating curiosity.

Sean hung his head.

"Stupid human, you would have died without him, don't you understand?" Old Lady Carmody stomped her foot violently and took the initiative to approach Sean, surrounding its ugly and rugged beast body, her goosebumpy old face full of admiration, "He is the messenger of our great gods, sent to protect you and save you!" ”

Bang!

Carmody's hysterical cry suddenly turned into a wail, and the chunky body was tossed to the wall next to it by the violent jolt, and not only her, but all the townspeople in the hall were thrown to the ground.

The ceiling and floor of the police station shook violently again.

Much more terrifying than before, as if some mythical beast had awakened from its slumber and tore the earth and the sky apart!

(End of chapter)