A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

"Pfft—!!!"

Suddenly, like a ripe abscess, a huge gash burst open at the top of the dark red cocoon!

Thick, dark red liquid, mixed with the smell of engine oil and blood, cascaded down like a waterfall, spreading across the aircraft carrier deck.

Immediately afterwards—

A grotesque giant claw, entirely twisted and fused from dark red flesh and cold steel, suddenly emerged from the crack and slammed down on the outer wall of the fleshy cocoon!

"Snap! Snap!"

Amidst the sickening sounds of metal twisting and flesh tearing, the giant claw exerted its strength, forcefully ripping open an even larger gap in the fleshy cocoon!

Then, a head slowly emerged from the gap.

The steel skull, covered in writhing flesh, has a dragon-like outline, but it lacks any of the majesty of a mythical creature, only a nauseating and sinister appearance.

The fighter jet's sharp nose has now become its snout, revealing layers of spiraling fangs as it opens and closes.

Where the eyes should be, two fire control radars, constantly adjusting their focus and flashing with a cold red light, are embedded.

Overhead, the fighter jet's vertical tail fin jutted out crookedly, like a comical yet terrifying steel crown.

"Gurgle... Roar..."

A deep, strange sound, a mixture of engine roars, metallic scraping, and beastly howls, emanated from its mouth and echoed across the deck.

With that proclaiming growl, the monster's entire body broke free from the shattered cocoon of flesh!

Over twenty meters long, its streamlined body is covered with grotesque protrusions, and the frame of a fighter jet can still be vaguely seen, but its surface is completely covered with dark red flesh.

A pair of enormous, fleshy wings, modified from aircraft wings, spread out behind it. The wing membranes are translucent dark red, and inside, thick, pulsating black veins and a metal skeleton are visible.

The tail is a twisted combination of a missile launcher and armor plate, with a sharp end that gleams with an ominous light.

Four thick limbs supported the body, the result of the armored vehicle chassis and various heavy parts forcibly assembled. With each step, clear dents and sticky, steaming flesh and blood residue were left on the special steel deck.

Overall, it looks like a dragon haphazardly cobbled together by some insane, tasteless evil god using military junk and slaughterhouse scraps.

A creature that is half mechanical, half flesh and blood, completely defying any standards of biomechanics and aesthetics...

monster.

The dragon stood on the deck, its eyes slowly turning, locking onto the frantically fleeing Wolf in the distance on the sea.

Its fleshy wings suddenly unfolded to their fullest extent, the wing membranes vibrating violently in mid-air, producing a roar like a helicopter propeller.

The four thick mechanical limbs crouched slightly, and the deck groaned under the immense pressure.

Then--

The engine roared to its limit in an instant!

The modified fighter jet's torso and tail spew out blazing blue flames!

"boom--!!!"

The enormous recoil caused the entire aircraft carrier to tremble slightly!

The giant dragon, over twenty meters long, soared into the sky, trailing a fiery tail!

hunting……

Now, let's officially begin.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!!!"

Maniacal laughter mingled with the roar of engines, echoing across the turbulent sea.

There was no murderous intent, no anger, and not even any deep hatred in that laughter.

There is only one kind of child who discovers a new toy and can play with it to his heart's content, experiencing pure, innocent joy.

"Let's watch the fireworks! Let's watch the fireworks!"

Ji Zuodao's voice came through the dragon's twisted vocal organs, carrying the metallic scraping noise and childlike excitement.

He looked at the distorted, elusive darkness ahead, as if watching a wild rabbit scurrying away in panic through the grass.

It's fun.

so fun.

The instant the thought flashed through my mind—

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!!!"

On the dragon's back, the raised sections that had been modified from missile launchers suddenly slid open to the sides, revealing a dense array of honeycomb-like launch holes underneath!

The next second, more than twenty short-range air-to-air missiles, trailing white flames, shot out like a swarm of startled wasps!

Each missile's tail was attached to a wisp of fine, almost transparent, dark red fleshy mycelium.

These mycelia, like the most precise biological conductors, swayed slightly under Ji Zuodao's control, adjusting the missile's flight trajectory in real time.

Then, a strange and spectacular scene appeared in the sky:

More than twenty missiles did not fly in a straight line, but drew elegant yet deadly arcs in the air, like a school of predatory fish with life, surrounding and encircling from all sides, biting the dark sky that was rushing left and right!

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK THEMOTHERFUCKING DAY!!!"

Wolf's curses had become a continuous stream, his vocabulary so limited that all that remained was the most primal roar.

He could sense that something was wrong with those missiles!

Their tracking capabilities are ridiculously strong, and their change of direction speed is astonishingly fast. It's as if they have eyes, no, it's as if they are being controlled by invisible threads, sealing off every possible angle for him to dodge!

"Left side! Uncle! Three more have come from the left side!!" Dreyer's weak voice was choked with sobs.

"Down there! There's something under the sea!!" Thor's warning rang out almost simultaneously.

Wolf had no time to think. Relying entirely on his combat instincts honed through centuries of life-and-death battles, the dark sky suddenly contracted inward, forcefully completing a near-right-angle descent at an impossible angle!

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

The three missiles grazed almost the top of the shrinking sky, exploding into towering columns of water on the distant sea.

however--

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Beneath the surface of the sea, three tracking mines, modified from torpedoes and which had been lying in wait for a long time, seemed to have calculated his descent path and broke out of the water at the right time!

"grass!!!"

Wolf's eyes widened in fury, and dark energy surged downwards, forming a thick shield.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A muffled explosion resounded underwater, and the terrifying shockwave shook the dark sky violently.

"Hehe, you dodged pretty fast~"

Ji Zuodao's voice rang out again, tinged with the pleasure of toying with prey.

"What about this one?"

With a "click," the armor plating on the dragon's belly opened, revealing a menacing multi-barreled rotary cannon—a "toy" modified from a close-in weapon system.

The cannon barrel began to spin wildly, preheating.

"not good!!"

Wolf felt the terrifying, destructive energy emanating from the cannon muzzle, his soul nearly leaving his body. He desperately tried to activate the Dark Sky Curtain, attempting to create distance to the side and upward.

"Da da da da da da—!!!!!!!!!"

The next second, a storm of crimson metal tore through the sky, spraying down at a terrifying rate of nearly ten thousand rounds per minute.

Wolf frantically twisted the dark sky, performing extreme maneuvers in the air that would instantly knock any ace pilot unconscious.

Drifting, barrel rolls, cobra maneuvers, and even near-right-angle continuous changes of direction...

Embarrassed.

Extremely disheveled.

"Hahahaha! Yes, yes, yes! That's it! Run faster! Faster!"

Ji Zuodao laughed even more heartily. Under his control, the giant dragon, like the most skilled hunter, always hung on Wolf's side and back.

Maintaining an optimal distance that allows you to apply continuous pressure without pushing the other party to the brink.

Wolf felt like he was dancing to a never-ending death metal storm.

Every step was a precarious leap, every breath filled with the smoke of gunpowder.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!! What kind of monster is this?! How could the Jinghai 749 Bureau raise such a thing?! Zhang Yucheng! You're a madman! Your men are all madmen!!!"

He was internally screaming, cursing, and raging.

But the reality is that he didn't even have time to turn around and glare at the monster; all his energy and strength had to be used on "dodging" and "enduring".

"Haha! Old man, you're quite nimble on your feet! You can run much faster than those silly bastards in the mountains!"

Ji Zuodao's voice was full of praise, but to Wolf, it sounded more grating than the most vicious sarcasm.

"Yes! Keep running! Don't stop! Don't stop! Let me see what new tricks you can come up with!"

Maniacal laughter, the roar of engines, the whistling of missiles, the booming of explosions, and Wolf's repeated, uttered "Fuck"s, filled with unbearable frustration.

Above this sea, a symphony of death—absurd, violent, yet strangely beautiful—was woven together.