Deep in the Great Pastoral Garden, in the connecting passage between the Animal Stable Hall and the Treasure Hall, and in the complicated winding rooms, there is a slender and twisted figure, huddled in the corner.
——That is a deformed monster that makes people feel physically uncomfortable at first glance.
Just turned twenty-three.
One of Coleman Sullivan's many experiments.
Curator Coleman's only successful experiment.
Cultivated in an artificial environment, using the blood of mountain monsters and rotten dragons, and undergoing a blood donation ceremony, [vip].
He has no name. The Skull and Bones people call him Little Sullivan——
——Little Sullivans like this can be found everywhere in the exhibit cabinets of the Treasure Hall.
Whenever the chief came to the pastoral park for inspection, Curator Coleman would open the water storage tanks in the display cabinets and display the children's corpses in the embalming fluid.
Curator Coleman will explain in detail why these failed products failed, at which step they failed, and at which stage their lives ended, and he will shirk the responsibility to the weak physique of these experimental products.
For the Skull and Bones Society, [Sanctification] is a very cruel selection mechanism.
Just like the survival of the fittest in nature, only a strong enough ternary quality can open the door to life through the blood of the mountain demon, get rid of the body's rejection reaction, and gain the powerful power of the dragon.
When human beings stop natural growth and enter young adulthood, it becomes difficult to perform the blood donation ceremony of [turning into a saint].
But Colman Sullivan succeeded.
He took the [sanctification] phenomenon evolved from eclogite, pulled it down from the altar, selected strong infants and young children, and took care of them to grow up under the care of the hotbed.
They hunted the passengers' medulla oblongata, brains and organs, supplemented with the flesh and blood of disaster beasts, and used these things as feed for the experimental subjects to feed them.
Among them are spiritual disaster monsters with the blood of mountain demons, which will affect the growth of the physical body of the experimental subjects.
Among them are the powerful nerves transformed by the passengers, which will affect the growth of the experimental subject's spiritual essence.
Many experimental subjects died from the food containing severe neurotoxins and the extremely insane upbringing environment.
There are 445 pillars in the entire treasure hall.
In each pillar, there is a human urn.
In human jars, the bodies of losers were soaked in embalming fluid. The youngest of these experimental subjects was only three weeks old, and the oldest could not live to be thirty years old.
It is like the glorious history of Skull and Bones, the moment when human beings explore the supernatural and are closest to the gods.
Colman Sullivan believes that it was all worth it because in the end they succeeded.
Although there are no dragon wings, this experimental subject is infinitely close to the descendant of the Holy Dragon.
His appetite is huge, his energy conversion rate is also very high, and his metabolism has always maintained an incredibly efficient state.
The organs in various parts of the body do not reject the true meaning of [carnism], eating human flesh and then turning it into new power.
Like the [sainted] disaster beasts, little Sullivan has successfully opened the [door] between disaster beasts and humans.
From this, through little Sullivan's serum and physical essence, countless blood donors were born from the hotbed.
The shopkeeper of the Bock Hotel is one of them.
Her astonishing appetite and huge size serve as energy reserves for transforming into a butterfly from a cocoon.
Coleman Sullivan himself also transformed into an old monster with dragon blood through a blood granting ceremony. He lived for 122 years and looked only over 40 years old.
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The beauty lasts forever, never grows old or dies.
This is the deal reached between the injured dragon and the Skull and Bones Society at the bottom of Mimir Hot Springs, and the price offered to people——
——The Skull and Bones Society hunts and kills people, provides the ternary essence, and repairs the wounds of the fierce dragon.
——The ferocious dragon sacrificed its blood to provide the offspring of the disaster beast, and profited from the tiger skin for the Skull and Bones Society.
If we say, Platform Zero is like another Jiujie Station.
Well Bok Kwan is another red rock rock band.
Daimuyuan is another scientific research station.
The Disaster Beast Guards of the Earth Dragon and the Flying Dragon are the Green Gold Guards of Platform Zero, Guangling Stop.
The blood ceremony is another stone ceremony.
Rot Dragon is another bo.
The big boss is the other [Cat Climbing Frame Lady] accompanying the rotten dragon.
The Mad Butterfly also cares for the creatures here, the Vita Brand will not deliberately select patients, and Mrs. Bai will not care whether the meat she eats is the meat of good people or bad people.
However, this copycat station has a neat organizational structure - other scientific research facilities and execution departments, including the entire entrepreneurial team.
——They are all heinous ogres.
I can't find any reason to forgive these freaks. Even if I pick out the youngest and most innocent people, once they are in a state of hunger, they will have no remorse and will use human fingers as snacks.
About hunger——
——Hunger is the most direct and strongest source of motivation in the natural environment.
Amniotes rely on this neural signal to divide ecological niches step by step to build a food chain, and finally determine the top predator - Homo sapiens.
About fear——
——Fear is the purest and strongest emotion, and it is also the most primitive and the most capable of stimulating the natural evolution of Homo sapiens. When there was no pyroxene at the earliest, people could also rely on fear to complete the transformation, turn cocoons into butterflies, and gain
Soul power.
There are many extraordinary human beings in the world who rely on the mysterious fear to obtain transcendent spiritual power - in history, they are called wizards, monks, alchemists, and seekers - and there are many more strange legends that cannot be verified.
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At this moment, little Sullivan was motionless.
He huddled in the darkness, holding his breath and concentrating, recalling all kinds of beautiful and sweet memories.
"Father...my father!"
He covered his face with his claws, unable to cover the protruding dragon's snout jawbone and nose bridge.
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He knelt beside the lecture hall of the Treasure Hall, staring at a light in the darkness——
——That is the portrait of the big leader, the man who raised him with his father.
"Big Chief...I...my heart is broken! You often tell me to think more about good things...and don't think about bad things, but when I think of my father..."
Thick tears flowed from the gaps between the claws and toes, and the reptilian nictitating membrane of the third eyelid also turned red.
Little Sullivan looked extremely sad, and the pain in his heart was indescribable.
He lowered his head, knelt in front of the auditorium and cried bitterly. He wanted to bury his head in the floor, thinking of all the past events of the old days. They were all so beautiful and warm.
——On his tenth birthday, he and his father chopped off the heads of six red rock musicians, threw their intestines into a large basin, and competed with who could eat them faster.
——At the age of thirteen, on the day of the Dionysian Festival, they went hunting together in the tundra. Once someone fell behind, they would eat the man and his horse alive, which was really joyful.
——At the age of sixteen, his father captured six young girls and wanted to give birth to more dragon children with little Sullivan, who was outstanding and pure in blood. Unfortunately, little Sullivan didn't understand the style and just put the girls in the way.
Unscrew the head and eat it cleanly.
——At that time, his father did not blame little Sullivan.
"How could someone do this to such a kind and kind father?"
The dragon's roar echoed in the chapel, angry and crazy.
Little Sullivan struggled, scratching his heart and lungs on the edge of the platform, rolling all over the floor, tearing off all his decent clothes, revealing his red back scales and white belly.
His dragon horn hit the hard floor and immediately dug a deep hole.
"What a vicious person...what a horrible person...what a crazy person!"
The strong fear caused little Sullivan's body to grow a pair of phantom dragon wings.
He has reached the final stage of turning from cocoon into butterfly——
——Only a little bit, just a little bit of fear, he can have soul power.
"I was always just a little bit away, just a little bit away... from turning into a butterfly."
Little Sullivan was overcome with grief, sobbing and roaring.
"Is this also a kind of [carnism]? I didn't expect...that you would use your death to strengthen my emotions. Is this the last gift you left for me?
"I'm very scared... After losing you, I don't know how to live in the future..."
He saw the soul wings extending from his back shining brightly.
"Without you, everything becomes strange. If one day, the big leader also leaves me... everything becomes cold... dark... I can't see anything...
My heart is torn apart and can no longer be put together into a complete shape...I feel...something is broken."
Like a cocoon, a complete body of soul power emerged from little Sullivan's body.
It was a pitch-black shadow, with mist surrounding its ferocious thorn-skinned arms, and its powerful figure gradually became complete under the heavy and rapid breathing of little Sullivan.
It gently hugged little Sullivan's neck, like a lover, like a relative, like a father.
Little Sullivan tensed up and woke up from the grief. He finally saw the appearance of Soul Power, but couldn't pronounce its real name - the stitched life born in this complicated experiment, just like Frankenstein.
Like Stan, it is as difficult as heaven to know the true name of [ego, id, superego].
"I'm scared...I'm scared...I'm really scared...Can you help me?" Little Sullivan hugged Hunwei tightly and burst into tears.
The distorted spirit power shrouded in black mist just gently tapped little Sullivan's back without saying a word, and pointed a finger in the far, far direction outside the treasure house door.
"Well... the people who killed my father are in the pastoral garden. I can feel it... Their strong spiritual power almost makes me breathless... I don't dare, I don't think about revenge.
, I can only hide, my body is resisting - it’s like the dragon blood in my body is yelling at me, asking me to run away quickly. Who is that person? Is it [joe]? When I was a child, my father
Use [joe]'s story to scare me. If I don't sleep well, dragon slayers will come and kill me and make me into jerky..."
Hunwei still couldn't learn to speak, so he turned into a pure shadow, left little Sullivan and headed towards the corridor.
It turned into a puddle of mud and was hidden under the rock cave, and only a blurry shadow could be seen.
Little Sullivan wailed——
"——Are you going to leave me too? My soul power... I had a hard time getting you! My father died before I could get you! Do I want to kill the big leader too? The fear in my heart is doubled
Do you want to stay with me forever? I don’t want to be alone...I don’t want to stay here alone...I..."
In an instant, the expression of this abnormal dragon man changed drastically.
"Could it be that your actions are the true thoughts in my heart? You won't lie, you are my [soul power]. At this moment, my longing for my father has defeated my fear of death, so
That’s why you will go out for revenge without hesitation!?”
Little Sullivan's originally surprised, horrified, innocent and helpless expression turned into a ferocious and determined one.
"Okay! Go find him! Find the bitch who killed my father. He has swallowed his father's flesh and blood and become stronger. If I can swallow his flesh and blood, then my father will come back to me, come back to me
In your body, you become one with me! It must be like this... You think so about my soul power, right? The great Mad Butterfly will reunite all living beings!"
Little Sullivan was roaring.
"Big Chief, at this moment, I understand your ideals. Both you and my father are my saviors and a light in my dark life!"
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[part - remember to turn on the switch]
Wen Bucai took off the lapis lazuli from Jason's wrist.
The Dacian man finally regained a little bit of sanity from the edge of madness.
Jason is already in the depths of the Demon Cave. The more earth dragon creatures are around, the more he can feel the huge spiritual pressure of the rotten dragon's true body from the strange and curious bloodline at all times.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Bucai stuffed soup dumplings into Jason's mouth, just like a wicked father taking care of a child. After stuffing the food, he also held Jason's chin to help the baby chew.
The hot and spicy soup exploded in his mouth, and in an instant Jason's eyes became clear to the naked eye.
"Fuck!—Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"
Elegant Romans, standard Chinese.
Jason hasn't come back to his senses yet: "What the hell happened to me?"
Jiang Xueming took out a new walkie-talkie from the weapon box and sent one to Jason and Meteor.
"You were almost crazy, just a little bit."
Jason's face was complicated, the jewelry on his wrist was gone, his inspiration was not as sharp as before, and he felt much more relaxed. He just felt a little unhappy after receiving Jiang Xueming's help.
The waiter's eager greeting came over the intercom.
"Sir! Are you okay? Sir!"
Jason: "Not dead, still alive and kicking."
Waiter: "That's good... you're not crazy, are you?"
Wen Bucai: "Where did he learn this fish-man language?"
Jiang Xueming: "It should be "Hearthstone"."
Little waiter: "Sir, stop joking, make me happy every day... I won't cry! Don't worry, I won't cry!"
Only then did Jason return to normal: "Because the question you asked is so mentally retarded, what do you mean [not crazy?] - it's really hard for me to understand."
At this time, Bu Liuxing had just opened the door of the nursery. Behind the nursery was the hotbed.
Behind the heavy stone door, Meteor only peeked for a moment, almost leaving his soul here.
——Sixteen rows of earth dragon eggs stretch all the way forward. If you count carefully, there are more than four hundred in total.
These oval-shaped eggs of different sizes look very scary.
Their shells are soft, a thin layer of fleshy membrane, in which the skeletal veins of an earth dragon can be recognized, as well as the delicate wings of a flying dragon.
There are ferocious blood vessels on these pink soft shells, with yellow high-temperature slurry leaking out of them. A brass shower head sprays warm water to maintain the air humidity in the nursery.
When water mist falls on these egg shells, it emits turbulent steam.
Many of the little beasts in their egg shells were restless, as if they were aware of the unusual pressure of inspiration, as if they had encountered a natural enemy and wanted to protect themselves, so they immediately broke out of their shells.
Four or five earth dragon reptiles had just emerged from their egg shells and had not even crawled out a few steps. They seemed to have died prematurely, losing energy and dying midway.
There are also four-toed paw prints that can be seen in the eggs. These little beasts want to open the eggshells immediately and escape, but they are not strong enough and can only stay in the eggs and continue to taste the huge fear before they die.
not only that--
——Mei Xing also saw that further away, there were rows of "breastfeeding cubicles."
It is better to say that it is a nursing cubicle than a wet nurse's workshop.
These cubicles are separated by green medical curtains, and the beds are erected.
There were many women tied up on the bed. These women's bodies were covered with tubes, and their bodies were tightly wrapped in straitjackets. No skin could be seen. Only from the rough outline of their bodies, they could be judged to be humanoid women.
Judging by the color of the tubes, they were probably glucose and urine tubes - soon other nurses would hug the little earth dragon to get milk for him.
These nannies who move around freely appear to be in a trance.
If Meteor had to take a closer look, his neurons were trembling and trembling at this moment, almost collapsing.
The only reason these women can move freely is because of their head injuries. Part of their skulls were removed, their frontal lobes were exposed, and their eyes were gouged out.
They have strong vitality, and their semi-open heads can enhance their inspiration, identify strange life forms, and raise these rotten dragon offspring according to their maternal instinct.
Take another look at the delivery room——
——Meteor almost went crazy.
It was a place more vicious and chaotic than hell.
There was an upright doctor, wearing a white hat and a mask, taking out a baby from the belly of a pregnant woman.
The baby covered in blood did not cry when he was born, he just laughed and played with the flexible umbilical cord.
The mother's wild laughter could be heard from the delivery room, as if she was celebrating the birth of a great life and the joy of raising a new generation of test subjects with her transformed body.
Just a meteor suddenly broke in——
——Let all staff in the hotbed be alert.
One of them looked like the person in charge...
Oh no--
——Responsible for the dragon.
That should be said.
The person in charge was so arrogant that he didn't seem to realize what was happening, and he didn't receive any news from the outside.
Colman Sullivan is the brains of the ranch.
After brain death, the entire mechanism can still function for a while.
The dragon in charge gently shook the summons bell, calling for guards and summoning attendants like a passenger on the Abyss Railway.
——Be graceful in your gait and lively.
A "ding bell——"
Jiang Xueming got under Meteor's arm and pushed the door completely open.
Immediately afterwards, the dragon in charge became nervous and impatient.
Another "ding bell——"
Wen Bucai got out from under Meteor's other arm and stood at the entrance of the hotbed's pavilion, covering his nose with disgust on his face.
"Oh my god! This place is like an endless purgatory. What on earth did I suffer? You want me to do such hard work..."
The dragon responsible for ringing the summons bell became brutal and brutal.
"jingle--"
"jingle--"
"jingle--"
Jason walked in and took a look.
Then he fainted——
——Let’s go through the process.
I fainted very quickly.
I don't even have time to write how I fell.
It's like a sudden death.
Fortunately, Mr. Wen Bucai was quick. Before Jason fainted, the drunkard took Guanglingsan's steamed dumplings and stuffed them into Jason's mouth to save him.
Jason came back to his senses and looked at all this.
His hair immediately exploded, as if he had touched the switch of a ten-thousand-volt transformer cabinet - his whole body turned into an afro.
"Son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you beasts! No one will be left alive!"
Wen Bucai looked at it and covered his mouth: "Oh... oh oh oh... it turned into Victor's hairstyle... it's amazing, he's so talented."
"Give me a gun!" Jason yelled, "I'm going to kill these bastards!"
No one should—
——A bit embarrassing.
But as long as the dragon in charge continues to ring the bell.
Jason is not the most embarrassed.
"jingle--"
Jiang Xueming showed off the weapons on his body, none of which were superfluous.
"I didn't prepare a meeting gift for you, I'm sorry... Logically speaking, you shouldn't have the shame to ask me for it, right?"
"jingle--"
Bu Liuxing showed off his equipment.
"I've run out of bullets, and I'm going to tear them apart with my hands. Do you want to join us?"
"jingle--"
Wen Bucai handed the right-handed M00 revolver to Jason.
Jason immediately opened fire——
——The strong back seat caused the hot barrel of the gun to jump up and hit the bridge of his nose, and his wrist bones were instantly bruised.
The bullet shattered one of the dragon's arms.
The dragon didn't seem to have reacted yet. It just followed its conditioned reflex and shook its arm again.
The bell fell in the delivery room and into the mother's belly.
The mother was cursing——
"——You guys really know how to choose your time! Are you serious?! You want to cause trouble when I just give birth to my baby? Damn it, wait until I sew up the wound! I'm going to cut your little baby off
Drink! Why are you standing there! Nurses! Guards! Kill these intruders!"
Jason's eyes were filled with stars as he was hit hard by the m00. He was about to fall down. Wen Bucai took back the hand cannon in time, held Jason up, and threw him to the stone door.
"I don't know where this guy gets his anger. This kind of skill is quite suitable for making trouble at the wedding - the way he makes excuses to eat is so artistic."
Jiang Xueming didn't talk nonsense, he just fired his gun——
——After that, it was nothing but fighting and killing, and there was no talking all the way.
After the injuries on Meteor's body were cured by the panacea, he took out his stick, held the light sword Iron Knight in one hand, and the warhammer ceremonial staff in the other. Like a gust of wind, he charged towards the nurse station of the hotbed with a shout of death.
The two firepower points behind him took alternate cover, destroying all resistance in the nursery and nursing cubicles almost instantly.
There were few guns here, and the defense force was very weak. Within a few minutes, there was no longer a living creature in the entire three-story hotbed pavilion.
Meteor even took a special look at the woman imprisoned in the breastfeeding cubicle. He didn't care, but when he saw the an value, he fell down again.
These breastfeeding tools have lost most of their brain tissue. Only the medulla oblongata connects the brainstem and scattered brain tissue responsible for physiological activities. They are wrapped in a sterile film. They can no longer be considered human.
Their skin and bones had long been brutally removed by rough surgical procedures, and they were probably sent to be repaired by the rot dragon.
Meteor asked for a hundred nine-millimeter handkerchief bullets and used the flames of the samurai blade to end the lives of these horrific monsters.
All sins——
——All extinguished in the flames of the gun.
At this moment, no matter how strong Jiang Xueming's nerves were, they showed their weaknesses in this hell on earth.
"Can we really kill this dragon? Can we win? I just want to win!"
Wen Bucai: "Yes."
Jiang Xueming gritted his teeth, clasped his nails on his palms, and cut bloody wounds: "There are so many people working for it! There are so many people... I'm just afraid that my ability is not enough!"
Wen Bucai patted Jiang Xueming's shoulder. Like Xueming, his eyes were cold, like obsidian: "There is only death in battle, not defeat."
An inexplicable spiritual pressure came over.
at the same time--
——Wen Bucai suddenly turned around and stared at the big stone gate.
Jiang Xueming also turned around. He felt a sharp and painful pressure of inspiration coming on him. He was a powerful enemy!
Jason Megan's body slowly floated up, as if there was an invisible invisible person controlling his unconscious body.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Bu Liuxing suddenly threw his stick and cane, trying to disperse this source of resentful and vicious inspiration!
Jason held the cane tightly in his hand and turned it into a weapon!
At that moment, Jason suddenly opened his eyes.
The originally blue pupils turned pitch black.
"Bu Liuxing, it was you who killed Coleman Sullivan?! It was you?!"
A pair of dark dragon wings spread out behind Jason, beating the air and creating a strong wind.
Wen Bucai: "Fire."
Jiang Xueming: "Where?"
Wen Bucai: "As long as it's not the head."
Jiang Xueming: "..."
Wen Bucai: "Are you soft? We have a panacea."
Jiang Xueming: "This distance is a bit difficult for me. It's easy for me to kill him, but it's very difficult for me to keep him alive. And I don't understand at all what weird thing happened to him."
Wen Bucai: "It is the enemy's soul power, which is very difficult to deal with and very vicious, that controls his body. If it touches us, we will also lose control of our body."
"I want you to pay with blood!" Jason Megan completely fell into the control of Soul Power, swung the Iron Knight war hammer, only seeing meteors in his eyes, turning a blind eye to the hot muzzle: "Come and try? You can splash it
bullet!"
From Jason's mouth, little Sullivan's weird smile came out.
"Hehehehe...hahahahaha...are you also [carnivores]? Just like us! You want to kill your compatriots to gain power?! Heroes! Please witness! The show begins!"
"boom--"
Jason's entire lower body was severed, and the bullet cut him off at the waist.
Wen Bucai: "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it back..."
Jiang Xueming: "I don't blame you. I have wanted to do this for a long time. It is a pity that I finally have a chance to avenge my private revenge."
Little Sullivan didn't expect these two murderers to be so decisive!
Without any hesitation, he shot almost instantly.
Jason's body crawled around on the floor, trying to find the panacea on his body to stop the bleeding and continue fighting.
"How could this happen! How could this happen?! How could this happen?"
Little Sullivan was puzzled. Could these guys really kill their companions without mercy?
It doesn't matter!
——It doesn’t matter! Just change your body... Change another...
The black mist condensed and formed under Jason's body, like a bottomless quagmire, squirming rapidly, moving to another corpse in the mixed shadows and under the confusing lights.
"I saw it." Wen Bucai's eyes moved quickly.
"I'm locked." Jiang Xueming's eyes have focused.
Wen Bucai: "Then what are you waiting for?"
Jiang Xueming: "Wait until it raises its head."
The continuous gunfire broke the neck of the corpse, and the head flew into the air. Under the illumination of the light, it finally transformed into a complete half-dragon human form.
It used its last breath to shoot the bone fragments towards the sixteen headlights in the hall.
As long as the entire hotbed goes dark, as long as it sneaks into the shadows again——
——Little Sullivan secretly rejoiced. If he could rely on his soul power to take away the body of one of the two killer stars, he would be able to turn the tide of the war, right?!
But at that moment, little Sullivan's soul was as powerful as if he had seen a ghost. He flapped his wings and froze in mid-air.
The broken bone fragments were stirred up and blown away by the hot bullets in mid-air - the roar of the Eye of the Blood Wolf was endless.
Jiang Xueming's dynamic vision became very terrifying when he concentrated on it. The supersonic vortex of the bullet and the strong wind brought about could change the shooting trajectory of the bone fragments.
Wen Bucai: "I don't understand, since it wants to play hide-and-seek and act like a ghost in the shadows."
Jiang Xueming: "Yes, I don't understand why..."
Wen Bucai: "Why not just turn on the hotbed's switch?"
Jiang Xueming: "Maybe the power supply in the delivery room cannot be cut off? Will it affect production?"
Wen Bucai: "It makes sense, and it's possible. He hasn't had soul power for a long time and has little combat experience."
——Yes!
Little Sullivan suddenly woke up and began to regret again.
"Why didn't I turn on the switch? Why?!"
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It's a pity that the drunkard will not give little Sullivan a chance to come back.
Bu Liuxing took a deep breath, suddenly lifted Mr. Wen Bucai up, and projected him like a cannonball.
The fierce shadows of fists in the sky were like brilliant comet rain.
The cloud-like black mist soul power shook like chaff under the indiscriminate bombardment of the drunkard, and the dragon-like bat wings disappeared in an instant.
Wen Bucai landed next to Jason, pieced Jason together, stuffed his intestines back, and injected a panacea.
He had time to make witty remarks: "The human body is so wonderful!~"
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In the auditorium, little Sullivan's eyes were distracted. When his spirit body was severely injured, his spiritual essence responded to the stress, and he stepped into the door of death in an instant.
His soul power was shattered——
The dragon-slaying warrior completely defeated his soul power in just one round - any childish conspiracy would be vulnerable to the absolute disparity in power.
He leaned on his weak body and crawled towards the hall little by little.
"I need to rest...hunwei...I shouldn't have listened to you...I need to rest...let me eat something...let me eat something..."
Little Sullivan raised his head and thought to himself how lucky he was that even though his soul power was scattered, he would not be fatally injured.
As long as you can escape from this devil's cave, as long as you can return to your mistress and the rotten dragon, you will definitely be able to live again and step into the door of death with one foot, just the door of death!
If you cross this hell gate!
It will definitely become stronger!
The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at little Sullivan's head.
The bullet is a light in the darkness.
The little waiter was holding a ump, with a sharp look in his eyes.
"How dare you attack my employer?! Go to hell! You bastard!"