"The body is the prison of the mind, the prison of the world body, where madness is restrained and desires are suppressed."
Bruce's stubby wolf snout was constantly seeping with blood and trembling slightly. Occasionally, one or two drops of black blood would drip from the tip of the hard wolf hair with the vibration of the sound, and hit the snow stained with black ash, forming a round shape.
, not flowing.
Cannonballs and fireballs roared across the sky, shattering and defeating the gorgeous bell tower, seriously injured soldiers, and the punishers of the Church of Storms further away were roaring and calling for friendly forces, using the wind and waves to pull two children and a wounded soldier away.
The red and black waves of the Fusac people are gradually approaching.
Just when an orange-red fireball was about to hit one of the children, Bruce Walker, who was lying in the crater clutching his wound, suddenly used all four limbs together, dragging a steel plate he didn't know where it came from. With the help of the power of turning,
Ignoring the further opening of the wound on his waist, he waved his abnormally long arm and threw the steel plate into the fireball in mid-air.
Boom!
Orange-red fireworks exploded, and the fierce heat wave scorched Bruce's dark gray fur, pushing him to roll towards the members of the Punishers who were about to release lightning.
The bearded punisher looked nervously at the ugly werewolf that was thrown into the air and then hit hard in front of him. His tense arms almost blasted out the barely condensed thunder.
He nervously watched the billowing smoke from the fireball and the trembling werewolf lying on the road.
The werewolf's dark brown nose suddenly twitched, and he turned his face towards the children beside the punisher.
One of the two children had bright red blood flowing from his knee, and his linen trousers had a big hole, exposing the pale skin underneath.
"I almost made a mistake..." Bruce stood on the ground and climbed up unsteadily. Ignoring the frightened eyes of the two children in front of him, he rubbed the intestines hanging outside his waist a few times and stuffed them in.
He applied rough pressure to the wound.
After watching the whole process, the punisher who caught a glimpse of Bruce's abdominal wound suddenly had a hint of panic in his eyes. He exerted force with his hands, grabbed the two children, and retreated more than ten meters in an instant under the strong wind. Even the two children
Because of the fierce wind, the howling did not stop, resolute and resolute.
Who could have thought that one day I would fight for the people of Loen... Bruce spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and under the guidance of his spiritual intuition, he slowly turned around, with a cruel and self-deprecating smile on his lips,
With his left hand, he pricked the unhealed skin on his abdomen and twisted it.
He watched Fusac's steel battle line slowly advance forward in a strict and orderly manner, which reminded him of everything he saw in the Southern Continent.
The combination of steam rifles and 'warriors' copper and iron walls, a hell made of brown broken limbs and broken kapok.
This formation is called a meat grinder on the Star Plateau, and it is the most unforgettable nightmare for the local resistance forces, far better than Intis's arc formation and Roen's cavalry.
Of course, in the long-standing colonial resistance, some extremist organizations also found ways to fight.
"The Mother Tree of Desire, the Eternal Screamer," Bruce, who closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and the muscles of his limbs bulged completely, throwing away what had been restraining him, "Great God of Heartlessness, I pray for your help.
Come!"
"The body is the mind..." He felt another will constantly growing in his mind. With only the obsession in his heart, he opened his mouth, but it was no longer possible to highlight meaningful syllables, the roar of a beast.
Instead of words, Bruce's eyes quickly became cloudy, and countless bloodshot eyes instantly occupied his eyes.
The limbs of this irrational werewolf suddenly swelled, and baby faces emerged from the fur one after another. The right eye on the head protruded, and the left eye was connected to the skin on the face, hardening into a piece of scarlet bark.
.
He ran wildly with uncoordinated movements, and the "crimson" oozing out of his body was so rich and almost substantial that it blocked the heavy shells and sharp flame spears. Although it was damaged, the pieces of flesh continued to squirm and grow and repair.
His body was bent, and he ran unstoppably towards the two "warriors" closest to him.
He opened his huge mouth dripping with saliva, quickly closed his fangs, one long and one short, and directly removed the arm of a Fusac colonel. He tried his best to rush deeper into the crowd, regardless of the weapon stuck in the bones of his body.
Just when he was about to sacrifice his body so that the great God of Lost Hearts could send down more power, his abdomen filled with bright red sarcoma suddenly expanded, and blazing white heat burst out from it.
In the fireworks composed of meat and blood, Fusac's most proud steel front fled in all directions, and the demigods who had just arrived in the distance were forced to clean up their subordinates.
He used the explosives hidden in his stomach to spread the pollution of the "Mother Tree of Desire" in his body in the form of explosions!
At the end of his life, this temperance man failed to hold on to his repressed desires. His hatred was crazily exploited and ruthlessly vented to dozens of ordinary families in Fusac, taking away other people's husbands and sons.
Or dad.
But what about the people in the Southern Continent? What took away everything from them?
Bruce Walker, a Loen man, a lost Temperance believer, a demolition expert, a man who forever stayed in the battle to defend Backlund.