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Chapter 316 Diapolo (Part )
This is Kenny Prairie in Citi.

As night falls, the prairie is shrouded in darkness, like a sleeping beast, exuding a mysterious and wild aura.

The body of a wild horse was hanging on a big tree.

The lions were attracted by the smell of blood.

Several hungry little lions were tearing the wild horses apart.

Several lionesses planned to grab the wild horse from the tree and bring it back to their den.

At this time, intensive gunfire rang out.

The lions fell in a pool of blood without even having time to howl.

The poachers came out from the bushes where they had been hiding, armed with guns.

A poacher picked up a lion cub that was not completely dead yet and said happily:
"Hahaha, so many beasts, they can be sold for a good price."

Living lions are not necessarily precious.

According to local public security regulations, keeping these wild animals is also against the rules.

They wanted bones and fur.

These things are very popular among the powerful.

The bearded leader said:

"Hurry up and work, we need to sell the goods tomorrow.

Samba, go around and see if there are any that have escaped the net."

Poachers load the lion's carcass into a modified pickup truck.

Poachers called Sambas walked around with firearms in hand, investigating.

Just as the lion's body was being moved onto the car, a scream was heard not far away.

The bearded man immediately became alert and shouted:

"Samba! Samba!"

The prairie faces not only the anti-poaching alliance, but also has to guard against the fundamental wildness of nature.

Some carnivorous beasts will include humans in their diet.

After all, this is the territory of wild beasts.

The two poachers, holding their guns, walked carefully towards the direction where the screams came from.

Not long after, there was another scream.

A bloody poacher crawled out of the bushes in the distance, his gun gone somewhere unknown.

He screamed in horror:

"It's Diapolo!"

Diapolo means devil in the local language.

When the bearded man heard the name 'Diapolo', there was a hint of panic in his ferocious eyes.

In this prairie, there lived an incredibly large lion named Diapolo.

It is the nightmare of poachers on this grassland.

The beast understood human habits and could even tell which guns were loaded with bullets and which were loaded with tranquilizer bullets.

The most "glorious" achievement of this monster was the annihilation of a notorious large hunting gang on the grassland.

It knows how to disable a car's power and how to use injured humans as bait to hunt them.

The bearded man knew that if he killed Diapolo, the legendary lion king, he would gain huge wealth and status in the world.

However, he also knew that he didn't have that ability.

"Let's go! Drive!"

The bearded man gave the order immediately.

The poachers got into the car in a panic without caring about the lives of their companions.

The car turned on its lights and sped away across the prairie.

"Did you get rid of it?"

A poacher asked in confusion.

"what is that?!"

A poacher pointed into the distance with a look of horror in his eyes.

The driver turned and glanced.

That lion was several sizes larger than an ordinary lion.

It ran wildly in the darkness, its muscles faintly visible under its golden hair, revealing an extremely wild and powerful force.

Its body is covered with scars, the marks left by countless battles with beasts and humans.

A long scar ran diagonally down from the corner of his eye, across his eye. Although it did not hurt his eye, it made his gaze more fierce and sharp. "Roar!"

The lion roared and slammed into the pickup truck.

The pickup truck was actually overturned and the lion's body rolled off the truck.

The people in the car screamed and hurriedly tried to climb out of the pickup truck.

The lion called Diapolo walked forward with the darkness as his cloak, like a lord walking out of the abyss, exuding a chilling aura.

The poachers retreated back into their cars.

The male lion licked the corpse of its own kind, and there was human compassion in his eyes.

"Oh!"

A gunshot rang out in the darkness.

The lion dodged quickly, then rammed the car frantically, its sharp claws constantly reaching into the car.

Some of the bullets were dodged by the lion, while others left new wounds on it, but this lion attacked like crazy, something the poachers had never seen before.

The car was deformed and most of the poachers inside were killed or injured.

The bearded man tumbled out of the car, followed by the lion.

Under the fear of death, the bearded man's adrenaline surged, and his brain worked rapidly:
"Diapolo!"

The bearded man shot the car's gas tank.

'boom! ’

After the scorching flames, there was a deafening explosion.

The moment the bearded man shot the fuel tank, Diapolo's muscles tensed up, and with his reaction speed he would have been able to escape.

However, it saw something and stuck its head into the car.

A few minutes later, a lion with burn marks all over its body walked out of the fire.

A lot of the lion's mane was burnt, and it looked very miserable.

It held a lion cub in its mouth, placed on the ground.

The lion lost its strength and fell to the ground. He tried to struggle to get up, but he was seriously injured and dying and had lost his former charm.

It looks at the prairie with infinite nostalgia.

The kindergarten teacher whimpered and pushed the lion's body with her mouth.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

Cracks appeared in the ground, and a huge, strange, hideous peach tree appeared in front of the lion.

Countless big bright red peaches hang on the branches of the big peach tree, and the tree looks like a hundred faces.

Among those hundreds of faces were old women, young women, children, men, and old men.

The two ghosts climbed up the tree like monkeys, picked a peach and put it into the lion's mouth.

The lion sniffed it, then swallowed it in big gulps.

Its instinct told it that it could survive by eating the peach.

The moment the lion ate the peach, the wounds on his body healed and his burnt mane regained its former luster.

The legendary lion king, who was originally on the verge of death, regained his vitality and majesty under the healing of the True Nature Tree of the Human World.

Because of the extraordinary fruit of the Human True Nature Tree, the lion opened up the sea of ​​​​spirituality and awakened his spiritual wisdom.

Even in its ignorant period, it already possessed intelligence far exceeding that of ordinary wild beasts. After its spiritual intelligence was awakened, its eyes became deep and full of wisdom.

The lion crawled on the ground and could speak human language:

"Thank you, dear God of Death."

Like the demon tribe of Xia State, the lion speaks the Xia language.

The lion thought that the Human True Nature Tree that saved its life was the god of death who controls life and death.

The Human Truth Tree opened its hundred mouths and spoke at the same time:

"I am not the god of death, I am the apostle of death, Bodhi.

I feel your attachment to life and your nostalgia for this grassland.

The great god of death has guided me here to give you a chance to be reborn."

The lion's proud head touched the ground, as if bowing:

"Thank you, great god of death, and thank you, distinguished waiter."

The Human Truth Tree continued:

"The great god of death is willing to give you the gift of a new life."

(End of this chapter)