Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 721 Fission of the Earth

There was only the sound of its own footsteps in the forest, and it ran fast, heading towards the unfamiliar dark depths.It tramples dead branches and low bushes, leaves paw prints in the soil, and the hanging vines are cut by sharp thorns, which does not affect its forward speed at all.The icy wind made a terrible whine through the gaps between the plants, and a fishy smell wafted from caves out of nowhere.

It rejoices in all its unbearable surroundings, because the filth hides its smell.The panic in my heart was suppressed a little, and the keen sense of smell made it confused and gave me a false sense of security.Feeling powerless about the environment it was in, it naively thought that the hunter behind it was also helpless. The power of the earth did not strengthen the mind of the giant beast, so in the dark, it only had instinctive fear.

The faint sound of silk cracking disturbed the dark tranquility, and the lost beast was alarmed, making another wrong move.

It turned its head back, and the curved long neck allowed the head to look behind easily, and the narrow pupils could discern the vague shadow in the dim moonlight.

The trees were shaking uncomfortably, and a straight black shadow was blocked between the vision of the giant beast and the moonlight.It has a high and soft coat like a swan, and the sleeves flutter like clouds in the moonlight.But under the softness, it is integrated with the shadow of the moon, and the hunter's body, which shines brightly in the cold light, is as hard as iron.

Fear hung like a swaying tree shadow upon the great beast, and he recognized these new monsters as more ferocious beasts, the death of all beasts.

In the last second of the beast's existence, the monster's sad and angry roar sounded at the end of its life.

"Steel swan!"

There was a sonic boom in the night sky, and a headless corpse lay in the dark forest.

Its terminator wears a dancer's skirt with a lace skirt, silk ribbons on the bucket's thick wrists and ankles, explosive pectoral muscles squeezed into the corset, and a bow-knot headdress in the pin-like mess of hair.The face with Chinese characters is heavily made up, and the child with flaming red lips stops crying.He clenched his fists, turned his back to the moonlight, his face was covered by darkness, motionless in this silent forest, as if he was dead.

Soon, there was noise in the distance from the dense forest.It was singing mixed with the roaring sound. Although the pentameter was incomplete, the singer perfectly displayed his joyful mood. Mrs. Brandy and the four muscular maids, arm in arm, lined up into a wall and rushed forward in the forest.They are no longer human beings. With Brandy's murderous voice, this group of muscular devils are on the dance steps of destruction, crushing everything in front of them like a bulldozer.Trees, vines, and mossy rocks were torn apart under the impact of monsters, and they were trampled into the soil.Behind Brandy, the dance troupe of muscular maids followed their mentor, crushing everything repeatedly and flattening the dense forest.

"That's right, boys. Lift, kick, jump, war stomp, and another eight!"

Brandy is laughing while his other dance partners maintain a zombie face, like an army of the undead at his disposal.But he didn't care, sooner or later they would be happy to surrender.Brandy withdrew his hand and walked to the apprentice who was hunting alone, which was his trial task.

"Baby, you've done a great job." Brandy put his hands together and put them on his cheeks, looking at the bloody and headless prey with a gratified smile, like a satisfied mother.Then, his eyes fell on the apprentice's clothes, the notched lace skirt.Brandy's smile cooled.

"Caslan, you ruined the clothes I sewed by myself, which is still my favorite part."

Poor Kaslan, who was shaking when Brandy got close, bit his lip, turned his back on Brandy and didn't look back.

"I rubbed it while climbing a tree and it was fine, I was even able to go back and find the missing piece, Brandy, mentor."

Brandy's palm climbed onto his shoulder, and a sweet voice rang out from Kaslan's ears.

"I don't care about the fabric, you little fool, these laces represent your flesh, and if it's a bloody fight, your flesh won't come back."

Kaslan's body was completely tense, and the power enough to scatter the air was gathering in this body and being suppressed.

"I am a warrior of the tribe, I am not afraid of death, and the hem of the skirt is half a meter away from my butt, even if my butt hurts... I would rather hurt my butt..." His voice became weaker , and finally close to nothing.

"I teach you to master the ultimate body, so no casualties are allowed. Scars are a disgrace to dancers. It seems that you don't know enough about your own body..." Brandy patted Kaslan with a cloudy expression. Ass, making a final assessment in the latter's terrified eyes.

"You are not qualified, Kaslan, I will continue to help you adjust your body, come to my lounge tonight."

These words awakened the entire army of living dead maids. They raised their heads neatly and stared at Kaslan, who was already crying silently from the corners of their eyes, as if they saw something dirty, and tacitly moved away from that poor ghost.Although Kaslan was once a glorious hunting partner of himself and others, he will soon be dirty.

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The tentacles entangled the branches and hung Lyle between two adjacent trees. He squatted in the web like a spider, watching the scene of the ancient humans just now, with a strange expression.

"Your people are having a miserable life, Al. In a few days, you will have nothing to do with the Black Dragon Familia in terms of dignity."

Short black hair, a few strands of red strands seem to be entangled in blood, young facial features somewhat similar to Mr. Julong, and the arrogant and upturned corners of the mouth outline an evil nature that is not like his father's generation.His eyes are red, which is clearly different from the eyes of Alcalonian dragon form.The human form of the black dragon is a strong man, but it is not as good as the muscular guy of the ancient human race.

The humanoid dragon stood on a fragile tree branch, the withered branch should not have been able to support his weight.

The crimson dangerous aura entangled the black dragon, not as blazing as the holy light, nor as deep as the shadows, but it made Lyle's skin feel tingling.He must have been kicked out by the dragon mentor recently.Lyle felt terrible when he thought about it, how much suffering he would have to suffer if he was given a crash course in warrior by the dragon instructor. When Mr. Dragon taught bone seances, none of the students was complete, except for Lyle.

The black dragon smirked like a schemer.

"This is what they deserve. Only after being tortured to the point of madness by that pervert, these barbarians who only look at strength will know how precious my gift is. I will give them dignity and I will become their savior."

Lyle pursed her lips, feeling a little puzzled.Is it because the name has "black" in it? Some of those things have to be in the brain.

"Then you still have to use your own human form to beat them up violently. Is this how you act as the guardian dragon and the savior of the ancient human race?"

Alcaron wagged his finger and looked at his friend provocatively.

"You know too little about them, Lyle. They will accept my gift only if they experience the power of rage. The ancient human race respected strength. If the rage cannot defeat the muscular maid. Even if they don't want self-esteem, Will continue to follow that pervert's teachings. Make a bet, Lyle, that they'll have to thank me when I finish beating them up."

"It's a gamble." Mr. Lyle, the four-locked mental patient, Andre Nova, the ominous incarnation of twisting people's hearts, remained unchanged.

"When they realize that the force they sold their dignity and even their souls was defeated by you, when you let the humiliation they have suffered in the past few weeks be reduced to nothing, they will not have the heart to thank you."

"They were too busy crying over their faces for their misfortune and then beating Brandy."

"Humans have a much deeper memory of hatred than gratitude."

(End of this chapter)