How to be Godzilla

Chapter 8 Altu War Dance 【Recommendation】

"Ow!"

In the early morning, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the silent canyon.

Catherine rubbed her sleepy eyes helplessly, and got up helplessly.

Even before she went out, she could guess who this impotent and furious person was.

As soon as she got out of the cave where she was resting, Catherine saw the huge creature beating the rock wall frantically.

I saw the huge creature's forehead pressed against the wall after the impotent rage, and it looked like it had fallen into autism.

The autistic person is none other than the self-disciplined Godzilla Lu Ming.

And the reason for his autism is also very simple, that is, he really can't learn the witchcraft and soul link that Catherine taught him.

Not far away, Catherine couldn't help laughing when she saw Lu Ming like this.

Gain Lu Ming's appearance is too similar to the feeling of irritability and autism when she encountered problems in learning witchcraft and couldn't solve them.

Hearing Catherine's laughter, Lu Ming turned his head and looked at her with a pair of vertical eyes 'without fluctuation'.

Is this a mockery?
This is mocking!

Lu Ming began to feel upset.

Why can you pull like this?

Why are you so pushy?

How dare you!
Lu Ming looked at Catherine with a gloomy gaze and an expressionless face, thinking of such a cute girl, he really wanted to sit on his ass to death...

Suddenly, Catherine shuddered because she saw the 'killing intent' in Lu Ming's eyes.

Without hesitation, Catherine, who had a strong desire to survive, immediately put on a cute expression, trying to restrain herself from laughing, and acted like a quiet noble girl vase.

Seeing Catherine deeply reflect on her mistakes under her "righteous eyes", the thought of sitting on her ass to death finally dissipated in her heart.

"Ah."

Lu Ming spit out a mouthful of foul air, and walked to the other side of the canyon with a displeased face, ready to continue his 'learning journey'.

After Lu Ming walked away, Catherine finally let go.

Thinking that she was laughing at such a behemoth just now, Catherine felt that she was a little too courageous.

After coming to the open space on the other side of the canyon, Lu Ming sat behind his exclusive 'sofa rock', propped his chin and began to think about the reasons for his failure in the past two days.

In two days, in order to practice the witchcraft of mind linking, Lu Ming caught several animals for experiments.

As a result, without exception, most of these creatures exploded to death.

In fact, for the soul link, Lu Ming was able to build a complete witchcraft matrix as early as the first day, and can use it completely.

According to Lu Ming's own explanation, his Godzilla is similar to the "innate demon god" in the legend of the previous life, and has a super high affinity for the ether energy needed for witchcraft.

But here comes the problem, if the matrix size and etheric energy required by normal people to release witchcraft are taken as '1', then the matrix size and etheric energy released by Lu Ming are '50''100''1000'.

Whether it is the size of the matrix or the released ether energy, it is geometrically improved.

In other words, the obstacle that prevents Lu Ming from using the mind matrix to communicate with other creatures is no longer whether he can use the witchcraft of mind link, but how to reduce his output frequency.

For many things, the bigger is not the better, only the suitable one is the best.

Because he couldn't think of a solution for a while, Lu Ming became a little irritable.

At this moment, Lu Ming saw Catherine running to his feet in a panic.

Catherine used the mind link and said to Lu Ming: "My lord, something happened outside."

Something happened again?But I didn't smell the food.

Lu Ming couldn't figure it out, and was very dissatisfied that Catherine interrupted his study.

If it weren't for so many bad things every day, how could he not have mastered the witchcraft of soul linking because he is so smart as Godzilla, he was so cold.

Although he complained a little in his heart, Lu Ming still grabbed Catherine who was under his feet, put it on his shoulder, and walked out of the canyon.

outside the canyon.

The people of the Altu tribe are being attacked by another tribe, and there are fires and fighting sounds everywhere.

These intruders were more than two meters tall, with wolf heads and human bodies, holding axes, bows and arrows in their hands, and they were chasing and killing Altu's people while laughing.

Watching this scene, the old and vigorous Artur Tarzan burst into tears.

For the intruders, the immediate invasion seemed like a game.

They kept chasing Artur's people, shooting only those who ran last.

Whenever one of Artur's people fell, there would be laughter among the invaders, as if they were showing off their arrow skills.

"Damn the Skool tribe, this group of fallen people who surrendered to the evil god, are not dead yet!"

The old and strong Taishan fought hard with the only remaining strong man of the tribe.

But the tribe is too big, and the Altu tribe has been severely damaged by the previous giant spider attack, and the combat effectiveness of the two sides is no longer at the same level.

Today, there are only more than 200 people left in the Altu tribe, and two-thirds of them are old, weak, sick and disabled. There are less than a hundred tribesmen who can fight.

Facing the same number of two hundred, but one by one ferocious and strong Skool fallen people, they have no power to fight back.

Soon, the rest of Altu's tribe was surrounded by the werewolves of the Skool tribe.

A silver werewolf about [-] meters tall jumped out of the crowd.

In his hand, he was holding a blood-stained Artur with a ferocious smile on his face.

He first glanced at the people in Altu, and then said to the people in his hands: "Tell your people to give up resistance, or I will kill you all."

Contrary to Skull Oli's expectations, the Altu man caught by him showed no fear, and then spat a mouthful of blood on his face: "Bah! A group of dirty degenerates, the great patron saint The adults will avenge us!"

Skull Oli wiped off the blood on his face, the smile on his face froze instantly, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Patron saint? You, Altu, don't have a patron saint for a long time."

After finishing speaking, Skull Oli slashed through the chest of the Altu tribe in his hand.

Throwing the corpse in his hand to the ground, the clansmen behind him ran out immediately, crouched on the ground and bit the corpse, devouring it like wild beasts.

Seeing this, the other Skool werewolves burst out laughing, as if they enjoyed seeing such a bloody and brutal scene.

The only remaining Altu people watched their tribe being killed by the enemy and then being eaten, with angry expressions on their faces, wishing to tear the corpses of the enemies in front of them to pieces.

However, the gap in numbers and strength made them unable to fight back for a while, and could only wait for the order of the tribal leader Taishan.

Skull Oli showed a disdainful smile as he looked at the Altu people.

Altu Taishan watched the tragic death of his clansmen, and walked out of the crowd with a tragic expression.

He suddenly bowed his knees, stomped his feet first, and then began to beat his chest, making a dull but firm impact sound.

Seeing this, the Altu people who were originally scared behind them also made the same action one after another.

boom!
"Altu!"

boom!
"Altu!"

The movements of the people of the Altu tribe were uniform, and after each stomping and beating, there was a loud and clear shout, calling Altu's name.

This is the war dance that belongs exclusively to Altu.

Every stomp, every beat, and every cry seemed to carry the monstrous anger of the Altu tribe.

In the flames, the movements of the Altu people frightened the werewolves of Skool.

They couldn't figure out why Altu's clansmen were still able to dance the tribal war dance at this moment.

Skull Oli was stunned for a moment, then he raised the ax in his hand angrily: "Kill them all!"

A Skool werewolf rushed to the front, the ax in his hand was raised high, and he was about to chop off the head of Artur Tarzan who was still dancing.

Suddenly the ground shook violently, and the Naskur werewolf's body was tilted, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Not only him, but everyone present.

The werewolves of Skool didn't know why it happened, they looked at each other, feeling uneasy in their hearts.

On the contrary, the faces of the Altu people who fell showed fanaticism, and even stood up from the ground, dancing the uniform Altu war dance.

Accompanied by the neat rhythm and shouts of War Dance, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped everyone.

The werewolves of Skool raised their heads and found a ferocious and huge claw grabbing the edge of the canyon not far away, and then slowly dragged their huge body out.

The huge body more than ten meters high covered the sun and cast a huge shadow.

Seeing this, the arrogant Skool werewolves collectively fell into a state of silence, and endless fear spread in their hearts.

"how can that be!"

Skull Ollie yelled in disbelief.

The legendary patron saint of the Altu tribe, an indescribably great existence, actually appeared...

　This is no better than Bo Ran [Goutou Baosheng.jpg]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)