Chapter 1197: Alien Assassin

The dark clouds were rolling, and the red moon was puffing out the uncertain rays of light, as if convulsively, and gradually dry and shriveled heart.
From the giant crater, the faint red glow spewed out, like a waterfall formed by blood, pouring out into the depths of the mountains and forests, dyeing the colorful mandala flowers in the day into shocking color.
Among the thousands of flowers blooming, an extremely tragic fight, no, it is a unilateral slaughter, which is being staged.
The four origin warriors are like eight-clawed octopuses with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks tied to their tentacles, galloping in the dense forest, moving around, capturing the scattered and fleeing bone camp elites.
As long as they catch up with them, those who are full of phantoms in front of them, their brains are extremely painful, and they don't know what's going on. Apart from struggles and screams, they can hardly carry out any effective counterattacks.
Even among them, the most determined and fearless warrior dared to throw a blazing spear at the deformed and mutated origin warrior.
It is impossible for the spear to penetrate the armor of the origin warrior that instantly condenses and thickens, and is as hard as iron.
Even if the armor is pierced, it is only the liquid metal substance in the origin of the samurai. A hole was deliberately opened in the armor, like a mouth in the blood basin, and the spear was attached to the bones of the elite arm, as well as the shoulders behind the arms, and the shoulders behind the shoulders. The chest cavity, the head and internal organs above and below the chest cavity, are all swallowed.
Suddenly, deep in the dense forest, the screams that had been one after another gradually subsided, transformed into faint groans, and unwilling sighs before dying.
Before the formation of the Big Horn Legion, the core members of the White Bone Battalion who had been following the Saintess of Ancient Dream were almost wiped out.
Only the last three white bone camp elites were left, still running wildly.
One of them seems to have the blood of wild elephants, a tall and magnificent white bone camp elite, behind the blood-stained battle flag, is wrapped in delusion, foaming at the mouth, smoking on the forehead, and constant twitching of the ancient dream saint. .
The brain of the ancient dream saint has gone out of control.
It's like a raging torch, constantly spraying chaotic brain waves toward the outside world.
Various illusions including "zombie rat god" appeared in front of the three elite elites.
Fortunately, these three elites of the White Bone Camp are all the old men who have followed Saint Lady Gu Meng for the longest time. They have fought side by side with Saint Girl Gu Meng countless times and saved each other's lives.
In a sense, not only the old subordinates, but also the old friends and old friends who trust and trust the Saints of the Ancient Dreams the most.
Perhaps even they themselves did not realize that their trust and loyalty to the Saintess of Ancient Dreams even faintly surpassed their trust and loyalty to the Big Horned Rat God.
Therefore, they can still grind their teeth to stay awake and free will, and have not been knocked down by the terrible nightmare.
But after such a long night, their mental and physical bodies have both reached the limits of fatigue and overdraft.
On the high bulging muscles of the three Baiguying elites, entangled blue veins that looked like baby fists suddenly protruded.
It was as if a few little mice got under their flesh and ran around in their bodies.
This is a sign of severe cramps.
The degree of pain cannot be described with pen and ink.
In addition, a series of pink bubbles gushing out of the noses of the three of them.
While breathing, the sound of a burning bellows was heard in the chest cavity.
This means that in order to get enough oxygen and promote the full combustion of blood, they will tear the lung lobes, and the blood has invaded the alveoli.
Over a high mountain.
There is no way ahead.
This is not a conventional route for the army to march.
Under the nourishment of underground psychic energy, the growth rate of moss, shrubs, vines, and datura branches is more than ten times faster than that of earth plants.
It only takes ten days and a half to cut down without a mountain knife, and the winding path between the dense forests will be engulfed by wildly growing plants and fungi.
Of course, with the rough skin and infinite strength of the higher orcs, they put it on weekdays and cut a path with a knife, but it was a waste of time and energy.
Even if the bushes 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 White Bone Camp had no time.
Not even a second.
Chuck chuck, chuck chuck.
Learn all about it, all about it.
The three of them hesitated for a while in the depths of the dense forest with nowhere to go, and then there was an unknown squirming and swaying sound behind them.
By the moonlight.
They seemed to see the projection of an indescribable demon, zooming in in front of themselves and the ancient dream saint woman, until they were all wrapped in.
The last nerve of the three Baiguying elites collapsed at the same time.
They staggered under their feet, and they were limp in the shadow of the demon as if their spine had been removed.
He twisted his cervical vertebra mechanically, his eyes filled with despair, and cast his eyes on the body of the demon behind him.
The first assassin was like a huge spider, slowly hanging from the branches of the mandala with its teeth and claws.
He-or "it", still maintains the basic human form.
At least, on the head, which is wrapped in a liquid metal substance and enlarged several times, can still barely identify the nose, eyes and ears.
And between the deformed and distorted facial features, there is also a cruel smile unique to intelligent life.
But the two extremely long forelimbs, almost dragged to the ground, were completely out of the category of "arms".
The left arm of this origin warrior, under the packaging, transformation and reshaping of liquid metal-like substances, almost turned into a gleaming silver python.
Regardless of the sharp edges of the scales interlaced, intricate patterns.
There was still a big mouth full of fangs.
It's all clearly visible.
On the back of his hand, there were even two bright red tumors growing out of them, which burst into the air, like the eyes of a strange python, glowing with hungry light.
But his right arm has become something similar to a giant scorpion tail.
The joints and flesh and blood tissue belonging to humans have completely disappeared.
Instead, there are circles of flexible links.
The silver carapace, which simulates chitin, but is a hundred times stronger than chitin, is covered with dense spikes, which makes it hard to imagine the consequences of rubbing flesh and blood on it.
The palms and fingers are completely melted into liquid metal-like substances and become raw materials for casting scorpion tail barbs.
Two scorpion-tail barbs, one large and one small, protrude violently from the front of the arm, making this weird limb somewhat like the iron tongs of a Cancer.
This origin warrior seemed to put all his life force into these weird arms.
As a result, his pelvic bones shrank suddenly, almost like the burden of polio, slumped on both sides of his body.
But this does not affect his speed.
From the end of his spine, a giant bulge grows suddenly, like the lower body of an arthropod.
The swelling is covered with densely packed holes, and strands of extremely tough, shiny silver, like threads made of metal, can be spewed from each hole.
He relied on these "wires" and hung on the branches in the dense forest, moving faster than relying on his legs to run at full speed, and his condescending attack angle was even more treacherous and changeable.
Rao is the only remaining three elites of the White Bone Camp, all of whom are used to seeing the most hideous enemy and the most miserable way of death in the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain.
I have never seen an origin warrior who has mutated to such a degree.
They almost closed their eyes and rushed towards the origin warrior.
Do not seek to break a blood path.
I just want to be able to usher in a vigorous, at least a straightforward death before my own mental breakdown is complete and the ugly state is full!
boom!
The three white bone camp elites all heard the sound of their sternum or internal organs bursting.
I feel like a torn sack blown up by a hurricane, thrown away from a distance.
But the eternal silence did not come as expected.
The incomparable pain still ran through their neural networks like lightning, making them clearly feel that the fire of their life was still burning in an extremely vigorous posture.
The three Baiguying elites opened their eyes in surprise.
This is impossible.
They said to themselves in their hearts at the same time.
Although the origin of the samurai, they are all the same robes that they get along with each other day and night.
But after the totem armor went out of control and turned into a semi-physical and semi-mechanical monster, these never-tiring, never-ending killing machines, no longer had the slightest compassion.
Just a moment ago.
The three elites of the White Bone Camp all saw the four assassins use their deformed and twisted metal limbs to set off a storm, and instantly slaughter dozens of former colleagues.
There are even a pair of twin brothers. After the elder brother became the origin warrior, the first one to kill was the younger brother who came to the rescue.
These monsters can never be merciful.
Why, their offensive suddenly weakened so much, and they couldn't kill the three of them while breathing?
The three Baiguying elites stared sharply.
Seeing a scene that horrified them, but was puzzled.
At the same time they were throwing away.
This warrior of the origin who turned his arms into a strange python and a scorpion tail, and the lower body turned into a spider, has used the shiny silver "metal spider silk" to quickly climb to the ancient dream saint leaning against a mandala tree violently convulsing Overhead.
With the vivid head of the giant python on his left arm, his mouth was wide open, and dozens of sharp-edged fangs protruded from the depths of the "throat", and a cluster of spikes that looked like metal tentacles spewed out.
Only half the distance of the palm of your hand, you can poke the face of the ancient dream saint woman, and by the way, like a trap, twist her head off.
And his right arm turned into a scorpion tail, relying on the freely stretchable link, quietly bypassed the mandala tree, stabs the ancient dream saint’s back from behind, trying to use two hard as iron hooks to pull the ancient dream. The saint clipped her midway.
One up and down, two fierce offensives, no matter which one works, it is enough to make all the efforts of thousands of rat people warriors so far turned into dreams!