Zhao Guangming noticed something was wrong with Wang Jin and turned around and shouted.
Although he didn't quite understand the young man's almost bizarre fighting style, he also knew that few people would suddenly sit down while thrashing.
"Ouch..."
The squirming flesh and blood took advantage of Zhao Guangming's distraction and launched a fierce attack, the sharp mandible cutting towards his neck like a blade.
Woo——
Zhao Guangming cursed in a low voice and then whistled.
Iron Crow was like the most loyal servant, helping him block the blow.
The increasingly rich dark gold flowed in his pupils, like molten metal.
"Nothing can happen to you kid."
Zhao Guangming suddenly smoked the cigarette in his mouth, turned around and rushed towards Wang Jin.
Before setting off, he used a agent related to the Dawn Project to treat his cigarette, so that he could hide his smoke from others and could replenish it at any time.
"Ouch...ahhhh!!"
The squirming monster did not intend to give up. Its flesh and blood twisted and made strange sounds, and its slender spine twisted around Zhao Guangming like a giant python.
"Oh shit!"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and turned to face the spine.
It's hard to say whether Wang Jin is in trouble, but once he fails to guard himself, everyone will be in trouble.
Bang!
The large bullets unique to the sniper rifle hit Chen Zhong, but were swallowed up by the mouth with broken teeth.
The surging blood-red lines on the short sword almost covered the entire blade, and then cracks appeared.
In just a few seconds, it devoured the flesh and blood equivalent to one or two hundred people.
The nameless dagger born as a by-product of the secret ritual is reaching its limit.
The strange and blasphemous power slowly spread, and a faint blood-red light lit up.
Wang Jin frowned and looked directly at the body that was gradually transforming.
His originally strong body expanded rapidly, but he did not become the fat man he was before.
To be precise, it almost doesn't look human anymore.
Turned inside out, flesh and blood splattered, and bones twisted.
The only internal organ is the huge stomach pouch that has undergone alienation.
The strange thing is that it is beating slowly like a heart at this moment.
Of course, some things remain unchanged.
For example, there are mouths that are constantly opening and closing on the body surface, and there are sharp teeth on them.
"This...I'm a bit at a loss as to what to do."
Wang Jin sighed and withdrew the palm he had planned to use to suppress it.
His inspiration and physical strength had recovered slightly in just a few seconds, at least he would no longer be at the mercy of others.
"Boy, there is something I haven't told you."
Old Peter's voice sounded again, but his tone was full of pride.
"I've seen a lot of tokusatsu dramas where the characters have secondary transformations, so..."
"You're not going to tell me that there are medals of courage, are you?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and muttered quietly.
He still remembered the time when old Pete showed him the Medal of Courage for the first time. The shiny broad-blade sword was really impressive.
"That's right."
Old Pete responded, his voice filled with expectation.
"Then why didn't you tell me before?"
Wang Jin sighed and asked.
"You put the knife directly on my neck. Do you think I dare to continue talking?"
Old Pete seemed very angry, and Wang Jin could almost imagine him smoking a cigar and grinning.
"Ahem...just be ugly, as long as it works."
The young man grinned and whispered.
Chen Zhong has completely died, and now it is that strange thing that has taken over his body.
Although the aura emanating from the opponent's body is a bit unstable, it is not something Wang Jin can easily kill.
Not to mention that now he is almost exhausted.
At this time, the role that a scene willer’s full blessing can play is absolutely immeasurable.
"Hey."
An old and hearty laugh came, and then he stopped talking.
Wang Jin sighed and twisted the medal of courage according to Old Pete's words.
After a moment, the small metal piece glowed brightly, enveloping Wang Jin.
"What the hell?"
Zhao Guangming's eyes widened in the distance. Growing up in Dajiang City, he was frightened out of Northeastern dialect.
As the former Minister of Suppression, he believed that he had seen a lot of strange stories and met all kinds of people.
They have different equipment and abilities, which are strange and powerful.
But it was really the first time that Zhao Guangming saw Wang Jin's fighting style.
"Ha...you have pretty good aesthetics."
The young man grinned and showed a cheerful smile.
Pure white armor covered his body, but it was slightly different from the white knight's.
The ones on Wang Jin's body are lighter and more flexible.
The exquisite carvings are carved on the heavy armor as if they are alive, and the slowly flowing light makes it luxurious and elegant.
This thing should be treasured rather than worn.
The snow-white cloak rustled behind him, and the mark of iris sparkled on it.
The crown on the head is as always, bringing strength and majesty to the prince of Paradise.