Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The dark clouds rolled over, and the red moon swallowed the uncertain light, like a heart that was constantly convulsing and gradually shriveling.

From the inside of the giant crater, a dim red awn spewed out, like a waterfall formed by the condensed blood, pouring headfirst into the depths of the mountain forest, dyeing the colorful mandala flowers in the daytime into shocking colors color.

Among the thousands of slowly blooming blood flowers, an extremely tragic fight, no, a unilateral slaughter, is taking place.

The four origin warriors are like octopuses with tentacles full of knives, guns, halberds, axes, and hooks. They are flying in the dense forest, twirling and moving, catching the elite of the Bone Battalion who are fleeing in all directions.

As long as they were caught up by them, the elites of the Bone Battalion, who were full of phantoms in front of them, had a severe brain pain, and had no idea what was going on, could hardly carry out any effective counterattacks except for struggling and screaming.

Even among them, the most determined and fearless warrior dared to throw a flaming spear at the deformed warrior of origin.

It is impossible for a spear to pierce through the armor of the original warrior, which is instantly condensed and thickened, as hard as iron.

Even if the armor is pierced, it is only the liquid metal substance in the body of the original warrior. A hole was deliberately opened in the armor, like a bloody mouth, and the spear was connected to the elite arm of the Bone Camp, as well as the shoulder behind the arm and the shoulder behind the shoulder. The chest cavity, the head and internal organs above and below the chest cavity were all swallowed up.

After a while, in the depths of the dense forest, the screams that had been one after another gradually subsided, and turned into weak moans, and sighs of unwillingness before dying.

The core members of the Bone Battalion, who had been following the Saintess of Ancient Dreams since before the formation of the Big Horn Legion, were almost wiped out.

Only the last three elites of the Bone Battalion were left, still running wildly.

One of them seems to have the blood of a wild elephant, a tall and powerful elite of the Bone Battalion, wrapped in a blood-stained battle flag on his back, who is unconscious, foaming at the mouth, smoking on his forehead, and twitching the ancient dream saint .

The brain of the Ancient Dream Saintess is out of control.

Like a flaming torch, it constantly sprays chaotic brain waves towards the outside world.

It also caused various illusions including the "zombie mouse god" to appear in front of the eyes of the three elites of the Bone Battalion.

Fortunately, these three elites of the Bone Battalion are all old subordinates who have followed the ancient dream saint for the longest time. They have fought with the ancient dream saint countless times, fought side by side, and saved each other's lives.

In a sense, not only the old subordinates, but also the old friend and old man who the ancient dream saint trusted most, and the most trusted ancient dream saint.

Perhaps they didn't even realize that their trust and loyalty to the Saintess of Ancient Dream even faintly surpassed their trust and loyalty to the Horned Rat God.

Therefore, they can still grit their teeth to maintain consciousness and free will, and have not yet been knocked down by terrible nightmares.

But after such a long night, their spirit and body both reached the limit of fatigue and overdraft.

On the tall and protruding muscles of the three elites of the Bone Brigade, clusters of tangled veins protruded like a baby's fist.

It's as if a few little mice got under their skin and scurry around in their bodies.

This is a sign of severe cramping.

The degree of pain cannot be described in words.

In addition, a series of pink bubbles spewed out of the nasal cavity of the three of them.

During the breath, the sound of the bellows burning came from the chest cavity.

This means that in order to obtain enough oxygen and promote the full combustion of the blood, they did not hesitate to tear the lung lobes, and the blood has already invaded the alveoli.

Over a high mountain.

There is no way ahead.

This was not a regular route for the army to march.

Under the nourishment of underground spiritual energy, the growth speed of moss, shrubs, vines, and datura branches is more than ten times faster than that of earth plants.

As long as there is no need for a machete to cut for ten days and a half a month, the meandering trails in the dense forest will be swallowed by wildly growing plants and fungi.

Of course, with the high-level orc's thick skin and infinite strength, it is just a waste of time and effort to cut a path with a knife on weekdays.

Even if the shrubs and thorns on both sides of the road scratched and criss-crossed fine wounds, it didn't matter.

But now, the last elite of the Bone Battalion have no time.

Not even for a second.

Chi Liu Chi Liu, Chi Liu Chi Liu.

All that, all that, all that.

The three of them hesitated for a moment in the depths of the dense forest with nowhere to go, when an ominous wriggling and swaying sound came from behind them.

By the bloody moonlight.

They seemed to see the projection of an indescribable monster, which was constantly enlarged in front of themselves and the ancient dream saint until it enveloped them all.

The last nerves of the three elite Bone Battalion broke at the same time.

Stumbling under their feet, they seemed to have their spine removed, and they were limp in the shadow of the demon.

Mechanically twisting the cervical spine, eyes full of despair, turned to the body of the demon behind him.

The first assassin was like a giant spider, slowly hanging down from the branches of the mandala with its teeth and claws waving.

He - or "it", still retains the basic human form.

At least, the mouth, nose, eyes and ears can still be barely identified on the head that has been swollen several times, wrapped in a liquid metal-like substance.

And among the deformed and distorted facial features, there is also a cruel smile unique to intelligent life.

But the two extremely long forelimbs, which almost dragged to the ground, were completely out of the category of "arms".

The left arm of this original warrior, under the wrapping, transformation and reshaping of the liquid metal substance, almost turned into a giant silver python.

No matter the scales with extremely sharp edges are interlaced, intricate patterns.

It was still a mouth full of fangs.

All clearly visible.

On the back of his hand, there were even two bright red tumors, which bulged and sucked, like the eyeballs of a strange python, glowing with hunger.

But his right arm turned into something like a giant scorpion tail.

The joints and flesh and blood tissue belonging to human beings completely disappeared.

Instead, there are circles of stretchable links.

The silver carapace, which simulates chitin but is a hundred times stronger than chitin, is covered with dense spikes, making it impossible to imagine the consequences of flesh and blood rubbing against it.

The palm and fingers were completely melted in the liquid metal substance, becoming the raw material for casting the scorpion tail barb.

Two scorpion-tail barbs, one large and one small, protrude from the front of the arm, making this weird limb a bit like the iron pincers of a giant crab.

This original warrior seemed to put all his vitality into these strange arms.

So much so that his pelvis was highly atrophied, almost like a burden of polio, sagging limply on both sides of his body.

But that doesn't affect his speed.

From the end of his spine, a huge, swollen, arthropod-like lower body suddenly grew out.

The swelling is covered with densely packed holes, and bundles of incomparably tough and silvery light can spew out from each hole, like silk threads made of metal.

He relies on these "wires" and hangs on the branches in the dense forest. His moving speed is faster than relying on his legs to gallop at full speed.

Rao is the only remaining elite of the Bone Battalion, all of whom are used to seeing the most ferocious enemy and the most miserable way of death in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

I have never seen an origin warrior that has mutated to this extent.

With their eyes almost closed, they rushed towards the warrior of origin.

Don't ask to kill a bloody road.

I just hope that before my spirit completely breaks down and I am full of ugliness, I can usher in a vigorous, at least a clean death!

boom!

The three elites of the Bone Camp all heard the sound of their sternum or internal organs bursting.

I feel like a broken sack blown up by a hurricane and thrown far away.

But the eternal silence did not come as expected.

The sharp and incomparable pain still flowed through their neural networks like lightning, making them clearly feel that the fire of their own life was still burning with incomparable vigor.

The three elites of the Bone Battalion opened their eyes in surprise.

This is impossible.

They said to themselves at the same time.

Although the original warriors are the same robes they get along day and night.

But after the totem armor lost control and transformed into a half-flesh, half-mechanical monster, these never-tiring, never-ending killing machines no longer showed any mercy.

just a moment ago.

The three elites of the White Bone Battalion all watched with their own eyes as the four assassins used their deformed and twisted metal limbs to set off a bloodbath and slaughter dozens of former comrades in an instant.

There was even a pair of twin brothers. After the elder brother became a warrior of origin, the first one to kill was the younger brother who came to the rescue.

There is no way these monsters will show mercy.

Why, their offensive weakened so much all of a sudden, and they couldn't kill the three of them within a breath?

The three elites of the Bone Camp stared wide-eyed.

Seeing a scene that horrified them, but puzzled them.

Just as they were thrown out.

This original warrior whose arms turned into a python and a scorpion tail, and whose lower body turned into a spider, has already used the gleaming silver "metal spider silk" to quickly climb up to the ancient dream saint who is leaning against a mandala tree and convulsing violently. overhead.

The lifelike giant python's head on the left arm opened its bloody mouth wide open. Not only do dozens of razor-sharp fangs protrude, but also a cluster of spikes like metal tentacles spewed out from the depths of the "throat".

It was only half a palm away, and it was possible to poke the face of the ancient dream saint, riddled with holes, and by the way, twist her head off like a bear trap.

And his right arm, which turned into a scorpion tail, relied on the stretchable link to quietly bypass the mandala tree, and stab the back of the ancient dream saint from behind, trying to use two hooks as hard as iron to kill the ancient dream. The saint was cut off at the waist.

One up and one down, two fierce offensives, no matter which one works, it is enough to make all the efforts of thousands of rat warriors so far come to naught!