Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 340 330. The giant beast in the fog

The kerosene lamp in the police station is like a beacon in the dark.

Amidst the buzzing sound of flapping wings, several football-sized scorpion-tailed flies followed the light and flew into the hall on the right through the broken windows. They twisted their long and knotty abdomens like dragonflies, leaving a trail on the wall they crawled over. A sticky and greasy mark.

Perhaps they have never seen "prey" like humans before. Their big ping-pong ball-like eyes are restlessly turning around at the ends of short poles as thick as cigarettes, looking at the people in the hall, and emitting harsh sounds from the vibrating cicada wings. noise.

Compared to the half-dead objects that Dean left behind just now, the monsters in these nightmares now appear alive in front of their eyes, which is obviously more impactful.

The crowd in the hall screamed and instinctively fled to the police station's office, hid under tables and chairs, and some even got directly into the iron bars of the prison.

"Calm down, don't run around, hide behind me!"

The sergeant called his companions and reluctantly raised his gun to defend himself, but all the shots hit the air. Another blur in front of his eyes was that an insect passed through the flames under his feet, ignited the flames, jumped on him, and raised its burning scorpion tail. , aim at the neck and poke it.

puff...

The sharp knife penetrates the flesh.

Dark golden light flashed.

系统中，格斗lv5(581→683/700)，影lv5(27→78/700)。

The pleasure of mass killing and soaring proficiency on a rocket did not give him the slightest joy. "It is impossible for these bugs to create the earthquake just now. Who could they be?"

On the roof outside the police station.

The police chief looked at the people, "Where's that guy named Kenny?"

The sound of whirring through the air, the sound of broken flesh, and the sound of blood splashing echoed in the hall. Each flying insect was smashed and crushed as soon as it appeared, and slime and minced meat hung on the wall and floor, making it impossible to get close. Townspeople in the hall.

"Pterodactyl monsters, with level 2 strength equivalent to Gray Widow, are considered to be at the bottom of the food chain in the foggy world."

Then Sean jumped up at an astonishing speed, just like the vampire in the movie who stirred up his cloak to take off from the ground. He flung himself lightly to the broken window, and the shield in his right hand hit with the inertia.

The townspeople hiding under the tables and chairs were shocked from ear to ear by Sean's terrifying performance and regained some composure.

A bright light illuminated Dean who was standing by the eaves. He shook his wrist, burst out life energy and brushed off the insect stumps on the long fang knife, and looked down at the ground.

A spear was thrust out horizontally, and another spear pierced the insect and lifted it into the air.

pat!

It's like neatly chopped meat just taken out of the cold storage.

The police chief didn't want to pay attention to this goddess, so he raised his legs and was about to rush out. By chance, an orange light lit up outside the door, like the sun at noon in summer, dispersing the fog that was too thick to dissolve.

In the splash of gray blood, the scorpion-tailed fly straightened its body and convulsed like a fish that had been disemboweled and put on a barbecue spit, and then was shaken to the ground and crushed to pieces.

"Don't interfere in the mist outside the house." Goddess Carmody stood in front of the police chief, her eyes flashing with uncontrollable excitement. "This is a test of the gods. He must hunt for precious sacrifices before he can get it." The final reward, no one else is allowed to disturb it!"

The remains of scorpion-tailed flies formed a gray, sticky, and smelly swamp.

A scorpion-tail fly flew out of the gray fog and headed straight for the fireball bait hanging behind Ying, but it had not yet touched the fireball.

At first glance, it looks like a pterodactyl that appeared on the ancient earth. It is 1.3 meters long and has a wingspan of about 2 meters. Its body is reddish brown and covered with wrinkled horny skin similar to that of a reptile. There are four wings on its back. But there are no forelimbs, only a pair of huge barbed claws, which are deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of the scorpion tail fly's back.

But the situation here is even weirder. Ghosts are lingering in the air. David and Lucia's family members stand on the spot as if they were electrocuted, staring stupidly outside the door frame, muttering about "magic" and "miracles"... Wanda and Billy even opened his mouth into an O shape, revealing his baby teeth with exaggerated gaps.

The fourth flying insect was crushed into ketchup and spread on the wall with large spiderweb-like cracks.

Gulu.

There were no less than ten insect corpses piled on the ground under their feet, and the death state was extremely weird. The multi-linked body was covered with frost, and there were wisps of pale freezing air, and it was split into two by sharp weapons.

"God, with this kind of skill, is he still human?"

Sean shook his head at the pale-faced sergeant.

"We warned, don't turn on the lights!"

But don’t wait until they hit the ground.

Every time the light flashed, a group of scorpion-tailed flies were cut into two pieces.

Behind the colorful auroras, fireballs as hot as the sun and more than two meters in diameter were quietly suspended.

The sound of whizzing through the air came one after another, and circles of full moon-shaped platinum light surged in the power grid.

The police sergeant didn't have time to figure out where this fierce man came from. He raised his gun and rushed towards the glass door on the left side of the hall.

It was as if there was an invisible god of death standing in the power grid, wielding a transparent scythe again and again to harvest the lives and souls of these monsters.

As soon as it lowered its head, its beak, which was sharp and long like a vulture, easily tore off the scorpion fly's head with its serrated beak. It raised its head and swallowed it into its stomach without chewing it, feasting on it in front of Dean.

Then Sean stood in front of the broken window, facing alone a group of scorpion-tailed flies that got through the gap, swinging his spear and shield fiercely like a batsman.

The Sheriff swallowed quietly and retracted his foot towards the door. He didn't want to separate his body and head like an insect.

……

Everything that happened tonight was so bizarre that he couldn't wrap his head around it.

The scorpion-tailed flies that rushed towards the police station were instantly entangled in their wings, fangs, and scorpion tails by crackling arcs of electricity, and burned and smoked, turning into a gray-black "insect rain."

Neither monster could have caused an earthquake like the one experienced by the police station.

Another larger black shadow flashed by with lightning speed and pushed the scorpion-tailed fly to the ground.

Swish!

He slightly bent his knees to gather strength, jumped sideways like a cheetah, drew a dazzling arc with his spear, and knocked two scorpion-tailed flies to the ground and exploded.

The mist seemed to understand his thoughts and sent more piercing screams of buzzing and rattling.

The area at the entrance of the police station suddenly entered daytime from deep darkness. Layers of light blue power grids emerged in the dazzling light, forming a grid-like "no-fly zone."

"What is the reason?"

The five fingers of Dean's right hand were spread out, and thick muscles, tendons, and scales bulged out on his well-proportioned forearm.

The surging life energy condensed into a white-gold vortex in the palm of his hand.

Pushing down, the raging light swallowed up the feeding monster, grinding every piece of flesh and blood into gas, and blasted a deep black hole into the hard cement floor.

“你击杀了翼鸫？格斗lv5(683→685/700)，影lv5(78→79/700)。

……

Buzz!

More strange duck-like calls came from the fog ahead.

Dean vaguely saw a group of thrushes hunting scorpion-tailed flies in the sky.

With a flash of his body, he took the initiative to rush into the mist with his shadow. He raised his hand and struck out a sword-like light to cut the two winged thrushes into pieces. He continued to follow the sound and rushed forward for an unknown distance.

His eyes suddenly turned sharp and his temples were beating loudly. The long-lost crisis omen was triggered inadvertently.

He finally discovered the source of the earthquake.

A terrifying black shadow emerged from the misty fog,

It is at least seventy or eighty meters tall. Its head is hidden in the fog and cannot be seen clearly, but its huge body is shaped like a lean rhinoceros. Its skin is wrinkled and covered with dark brown lines, like the annual rings of a tree. But it is deeper than that, engraved with the vicissitudes of time, giving people a rickety and old feeling.

Going down, there are multiple pairs of blades with unknown functions on the abdomen, and countless wriggling tentacles grow on the head, neck and back, as if they are capturing various information in the surrounding environment.

Six stone tower-like long legs support its extremely uncoordinated body. These legs are thick, pale, multi-jointed bone structures. The whole body is slate gray, and there are countless holes similar to those of pomegranates after the pulp is peeled off. The clear scorpion-tailed flies built their nests in it, sticking their heads out and making strange noises.

Larger winged thrushes circle around, cleaning out the parasites.

The unknown giant beast, the winged thrush, and the scorpion-tailed fly form a small ecology unique to the foggy world.

The mist dispersed, and the giant beast suddenly lowered its head from the clouds. Its wet, obsidian-like eyes looked at the human being, who was floating quietly not far in front of him, as small as an ant.

Dean saw the extreme pain in the eyes of this indescribable beast, which was so painful that it was filled with tears. It seems to be under tens of thousands of tons of pressure and undergoing hellish torture.

Some great and invisible existence gradually obliterated its gray light of life as rich as the ocean, limiting its strength to below level 6.

Is this giant beast so powerful that it triggers the world's self-protection mechanism?

As soon as this idea came into Dean's mind, a flood of murderous intent and a strong desire for destruction followed the giant beast's gaze.

Dean's whole body tensed, and countless cells spontaneously shot out billions of platinum rays of light, waving behind him like a flag, and he clashed with the eyes and momentum of this giant beast that was thousands of times its own size.

In an instant, the fog stopped moving, and it was so dull and oppressive that it felt like the end of the world was coming.

Several winged thrushes and scorpion-tailed flies regarded Dean as air and chased him past him.

……

Dean confronts the beast in the mist.

Inside the police station in the distance, the bugs were cleared away, the flames in the hall were extinguished, and except for an unlucky guy who broke his ankle, almost no one was injured.

Everything is going in a good direction, so that the townspeople have the illusion that the night has passed and dawn is not far away.

Sean shook off the flesh and mucus on his spear and shield, and his tense face temporarily relaxed.

"Well done, man!" A young man with red hair came over and patted his blood-stained shoulder gently, "You saved everyone's lives."

"Yes, you are a hero!" A tall and thin old lady in her sixties gave Sean a grateful hug. "When we get through this difficult time, we will definitely ask the mayor to award you an honorary citizen's medal. medal."

Another short man with Mediterranean hair gave him a thumbs up, "From now on, you will enjoy a 50% discount on purchases at Federal Supermarket."

"Do you have a girlfriend? I will introduce my niece to you."

"Where did you buy your spear and shield? Can you buy me a copy?"

More than twenty townspeople praised Sean.

Not long ago, Sean, who was still a train ticket inspector who was always irritated, had never enjoyed this kind of attention, and he suddenly lowered his head in embarrassment.

"It's all down to Kenny, he took most of the pressure and I was just there to help."

Sean said modestly, and he had a feeling in his heart. This time he successfully used the power of the nocturnal species and the "beast" to do a good deed. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether it is a human or a monster. The most important thing is behavior and performance.

"Monsters can also do things that benefit society and become heroes."

A smile spread across Sean's lips.

boom!

Change happens suddenly.

Two black shadows, one behind the other, rushed into the window like lightning. The thrush spread its four wings, and its sharp claws pressed a scorpion-tailed fly to the floor, biting off half of its body in one bite. With a flick, a large piece of gray flesh fell onto the nearby townspeople. .

Frozen the smiles on their faces.

Sean was the first to react. He stabbed the thrush's osprey-like head with a spear very quickly. He missed the mark. The tip of the spear penetrated a pair of wings on its back, nailing it to half of the scorpion-tailed fly on the ground. .

It flapped its other wings and screamed, struggling desperately.

Sean held down the spear with both hands and struggled with it, like an animal trainer lassoing the neck of a vicious dog.

The two policemen shot wildly at the thrush to assist, but the bullets penetrated its gray-black body and only broke a little bit of skin before getting stuck in the muscles and bones, unable to cause much damage. It provoked it to make more noise, and its body as big as a calf exploded. With a huge force, he dragged the spear towards a petite lady.

A close call.

Sean threw himself on its back like a beast. Amid the screams of the townspeople, he grabbed its neck and twisted it.

click-

The thrush's neck tilted and he breathed his last.

Sean stood up panting and smiled at everyone, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another strong wind hit his back.

People saw the second thrush swooping in from the window, landing on Sean's back like a griffin, hooking its claws, and was blocked by the level 5 leather armor that had been put on the body, and then lowered its head and pecked it.

The sharp beak pecked the back of Sean's neck and tore off a piece of flesh.

The great pain was like a torch, instantly igniting the anger in Sean's chest.

Roar!

hiss--

He turned around and quickly grasped the wings of the thrush's four wings. His arched legs pressed its paws and pushed it to the ground.

Grinning, he revealed a pair of sharp fangs and bit down hard on the neck. With a tearing sound, he bit off the thrush's head.

The headless corpse spewed out gray blood, splattering Sean's head and face.

A strange taste surged in his mouth, causing him to suddenly wake up. He spit out the contents of his mouth on the ground, got up hastily, and turned around. It was too late.

"God!"

"What is this? A werewolf!"

"More like a snake!"

"Shawn is a monster!"

The townspeople looked at this face covered with snake scales and fangs dripping with blood. They couldn't help but retreat, their cheeks twisted, and their expressions were full of disbelief, fear, and disgust, as if they had seen some ugly and terrifying monster.

His attitude has changed 180 degrees from before, as if the praise just now was just a hypocritical performance.

Sean really couldn't accept such a huge contrast, and his face turned pale.

"I-I'm Sean, don't be afraid, I won't hurt humans."

Sean raised his hand to explain, but his sickle-like claws scared the crowd back.

"Don't come here!" The police chief raised his gun at him, his eyes extremely serious.

"I swear to God, I will never hurt a hair of yours."

"Shut up! God is not the God of monsters!" The police chief pointed to the entrance of the police station, "Lean over and stay with that ghost."

Sean scanned the faces imploringly, but all he saw was a kind of fear deep in his genes, an incompatible repulsion.

Monsters and humans are different after all.

Sean's fiery heart was doused by a bucket of cold water, and he turned around and approached the entrance.

The painter David blocked his wife, children and Mrs. Medina behind him, with an apologetic and vigilant look on his face.

Lucia hugged her two children tightly, as if she wanted to ease the atmosphere, and said with a smile, "Mr. Sean, no wonder you were so good at eating in the restaurant. It turns out that you, you... But I believe you are a good person!"

The ghost floated in front of her, curiosity radiating from its dark eyes.

Sean hung his head.

"Stupid humans, you would have died long ago without him, don't you understand?" Old Mrs. Carmody stamped her feet, took the initiative to approach Sean, and surrounded his ugly and rough beast body, with goose-skinned old face covered with Appreciate, "He is the messenger of our great god, sent to protect you and save you!"

Boom!

Carmody's hysterical shouts suddenly turned into wails, and her short and fat body was thrown violently against the wall next to her. Not only her, but all the townspeople in the hall were thrown to the ground.

The ceiling and floor of the police station shook violently again.

It was much more terrifying than before, as if some mythical behemoth awakened from its slumber and tore apart the earth and the sky!

(End of this chapter)