Final priesthood

This series of drastic changes seems to be long, but in fact it only takes place in a matter of seconds.

Under the firelight, the figure "born" from behind Zhou Ling was completely revealed in front of Lu Yuan.

It was a man wearing a strange mask.

The middle of the mask bulges outward, like an oversized crow's beak.

The man's body is filled with traces of black mist, like smoke, and like decayed silk blown by the wind...

Zhou Ling's whole body fell on him, and the places where his body touched the black mist showed a tendency of melting like wax.

"Run!"

Zhou Ling roared, and blue light paths lit up in the battle suit.

The man wearing a strange mask looked down at him, then lifted up the palm that had poked Zhou Ling's head with long nails and deformed fingers like bird claws, and gently pressed it on Zhou Ling's face.

Zhou Ling's voice and movements suddenly stopped.

Lu Yuan's eyes were fixed on the man in front of him, and for a moment it seemed as if all the blood in his body had been frozen.

An unusually cold aura restrained him, making him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

run? !

Where to run?

Can you run away?

Time seems to be stretched infinitely at this moment.

Countless pictures and thoughts flashed through Lu Yuan's mind in a thousandth of a second.

Then these miscellaneous thoughts converged together like light, and converged into his pupils that suddenly contracted and suddenly expanded.

The expression on his face soon returned to neither sadness nor joy, without any fluctuation.

But the body moved quickly.

A man stepped into the distance between the man and Zhou Ling.

The next moment.

Lu Yuan buzzed, and his whole figure seemed to suddenly expand outward.

The skin and flesh all over his body swelled rapidly, turning from white to black and red.

The veins under the skin bulged out one by one, wriggling like earthworms.

The bones made an overwhelming crunching sound...

Raising his hand suddenly.

The muscles on the two extremely thick arms were surging like waves.

It's like a python taking wings!

At this moment.

There was only one thought left in Lu Yuan's mind.

Extremely pure.

————

Punch.

Punch the person in front of you to death.

kill him...

Only you can live!

lv3 [Absolute concentration], lv1 [Special power], lv1 [Flash of inspiration].

Add some physical strength, double the force, and punch with a punch.

Die!

.........

"Pfft——"

The weirdly long five fingers were like pinching an orange, piercing the head of the person in front of him.

The roar in the latter's mouth stopped immediately, and the light path shining on his body was extinguished.

Many happy and proud emotions suddenly flowed out of the pair of blood-red eyes filled with hatred under the mask.

The man could already feel the fragrant and delicious death aura rapidly growing on his opponent.

He greedily sucked and tasted it, trying to make up for the huge losses and injuries in the battle just now.

Sudden.

"Sa——"

A slight sound cracking through the air sounded in my ears.

The man's expression moved slightly, and then he remembered that there seemed to be a living person in this scene.

But the man was so weak that he almost ignored him.

Have you ever felt the fearful and trembling sound of an ant approaching death before it dies?

The man raised his head casually, wanting to see what the ant looked like now.

That must have been an extremely interesting sight to him.

But just as he adjusted his gaze, the man's pupils suddenly shrank...

"boom!"

There was a dull loud noise.

The ferocious arms as thick as a giant python struck the man's face hard.

The raised part of the mask was directly replaced by a fist, and almost half of the huge fist covered with veins was sunk into the man's face.

The man's whole body was thrown backward by the punch.

Because he was tightly entangled with corpses, he did not fall over.

It's just that the head makes a huge bend angle to the back.

Even the bones in the neck made an extremely clear "click" sound.

The fist was punched out and then quickly retracted, and the protruding fist surface brought out some dark red sticky liquid on the man's completely sunken face.

Followed by a second punch.

"Bang!"

"Kacha kacha——"

This punch hit the man's chest, and it also sunk deeply.

The man's entire body was slightly lifted off the ground by the punch.

There was a huge bulge on his back.

At this time, the black energy on his body seems to be surging, but unfortunately...

"Bang!"

Before it had any chance, it was shattered in all directions like torn rotten cotton wool under the bombardment of the third punch.

Then the fourth punch, the fifth punch, the sixth punch...

........

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Lu Yuan's originally handsome face now had bulging muscles and veins, making him look extremely ferocious.

His whole body is one size bigger.

Two arms as thick as giant pythons kept swinging out, hitting the masked man in front of him crazily again and again.

Almost afterimages were pulled out in the air.

Warm liquid kept splashing on his face.

Probably from his burst blood vessels.

It could also be brought from the masked man.

He seemed to be tireless and painless, like a punching machine being driven to maximum output...

Lu Yuan didn't know how many punches he had thrown.

Until he was forced to withdraw from the state of [absolute concentration].

Only then did he feel that his two arms were so heavy that they seemed like they didn't belong to him at all, and he could hardly even lift them.

"call--"

He opened his mouth and let out a long, hot breath.

With the exhalation of this breath, the whole person seemed to be leaking air, shrinking rapidly.

At this time, Lu Yuan's body was "in tatters", with countless cracks, large and small.

There are even white tendons protruding from the arms.

Severe pain swept through his body in waves like a tide.

"Huchi - Huchi -"

Lu Yuan trembled and slowly put his hands on his knees.

He saw streams of blood mixed with sweat flowing down his skin and muscles.

In the blink of an eye, a small pool of light red water accumulated underneath him.

I don’t know how long this process lasted.

Lu Yuan finally felt a little better.

Maybe it's because I added 1 point of constitution to reach 13.

The shocking and horrific wounds on his body quickly stopped bleeding.

Luckily he could still move his arms.

Lu Yuan straightened up slowly, and then had time to check the results of his ultimate explosion.

It was indeed the ultimate explosion.

Ever since he started practicing martial arts, Lu Yuan had never attacked an opponent with all his strength as he did just now, almost risking his life.

Crazy to squeeze every bit of strength and potential in your body.

Even if there is a steel wall in front of you... it should have been smashed long ago.

.......

"Probably...dead."

Lu Yuan stood in front of a pile of mutilated limbs and minced meat, resisting the urge to vomit, and gently poked at the bloody mess with his feet.

Until I saw a few bone fragments that clearly belonged to the head.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was sure that the masked man from the Crow God Cult was completely dead.

This guy is truly inhuman.

The relatively well-preserved arms and legs look like giant bird claws, and there are even some scattered black feathers mixed in.

Lu Yuan almost thought he had killed a strange bird.

"Zhou Ling..."

When Lu Yuan reacted and found Zhou Ling a few meters away, his expression suddenly became complicated.

Zhou Ling is dead.

All the flesh on the face fell off like it was rotten, leaving only an almost completely exposed metal skull with a silvery-grey luster and several deep holes on it.

Naturally, there is no pulse or heartbeat.

Lu Yuan found the blue medicine syringe on the ground that had just been injected into several Yellow Bear members.

He held it in his hand and shook it hard despite the pain.

After finally shaking out a few drops of remaining blue liquid from the wall of the tube, I didn't know if it would work or not, so I could only hit Zhou Ling's cold arm indiscriminately.

"The modified person...is dead like this, can he still be saved?"

After doing all this, Lu Yuan sat on the ground and stared blankly at the miserable death of Zhou Ling, thinking to himself.

"maybe."