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

Wolf was chased by Ji Zuodao for over two hundred nautical miles, like a dog being chased, and the Dark Sky Curtain he had cast had thinned considerably.

But he became more and more excited, his eyes shining, even though he was on edge.

It'll be soon!

We're almost there!

Above the clouds, Zhang Yucheng couldn't help but laugh.

"Tsk, this game has been held so many times, and this is the first time someone has been chased more than 200 nautical miles away."

He stroked his chin, looking quite interested.

"Those old bastards would lie down and let themselves be slaughtered at most a hundred or two hundred nautical miles away. This old man can really run."

Deputy Director Liu, who was standing nearby, had a cigarette in his mouth. He squinted at the scene and asked, puzzled:

"I remember the furthest I ever went was 120. The guy chasing me turned around and went home because he thought it was too far. When did this old man offend Xiao Ji? He's chasing her like it's some kind of blood feud or a wife-stealing vendetta."

Zhang Yucheng chuckled: "Xiao Ji is from the same hometown. He was captured by these foreigners and used for experiments, almost torn to pieces. I guess at first he wanted to avenge his fellow townsman, but later... he just got addicted to it."

He paused, then added, "Now? Now this kid's probably in a frenzy."

Deputy Director Liu was taken aback: "Red eyes?"

Zhang Yucheng gestured downwards with his lip: "Look at him, does he look like he's going to spare anyone?"

Ji Zuodao is truly red-hot.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: kill this old bastard, he had to kill him!

Why?

He staked everything on the chance to wipe out all three foreigners!

The odds are 50 to 1!

For this reason, he even stole... cough cough, borrowed it.

What if we lose the bet...

Ji Zuodao's vision went black, as if he could already see himself squatting at the entrance of the 749 Bureau canteen, leaning on a dog-beating stick in his left hand and holding a broken bowl in his right, waiting expectantly for leftover food to be handed out—a miserable future.

"Oh shit……"

Ji Zuodao squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"Master Dao, today..."

"It's going all out!"

"Buzz—!!!"

All the firing ports, cannons, missile pods, and other parts around the flesh-and-blood mechanical dragon simultaneously lit up with blinding light!

Dark red, fleshy mycelium spread wildly, like the blood vessels of a living creature, wrapping around every bullet and every cannon barrel.

Energy storage.

Full range.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!—!!!"

In the next instant, the world lost its color!

Missiles, shells, bullets, blood-winged black mosquitoes...

Everything that could be thrown, all the ammunition that could be fired, rained down like a storm, a tsunami, and the end of the world!

It blotted out the sky and blocked out the sun!

A barrage of insults!

It blurred towards the already pitifully thin dark sky above Wolf!

At this moment, Wolf was less than 300 meters away from the boundary of the high seas.

Faced with a saturation attack powerful enough to wipe a small hill off the map, Wolf strangely remained calm.

He even had a strange, relieved smile on his lips.

He has two choices.

First, tough it out.

In his current state, he could withstand the darkness with the help of the Dark Sky Curtain, but that would leave him with little energy to guard against the person in the shadows. He couldn't afford to be careless as the situation progressed.

As for the second one...

Wolf looked down at Thor, who was firmly imprisoned by his dark energy, and who was staring wide-eyed in terror, already aware of what was happening.

He glanced again at his nephew, Dreyer, who was lying on his deathbed, looking completely lost.

A cold, decisive glint flashed in his eyes, the kind of ruthlessness that comes with being a seasoned tyrant.

"Sol," Wolf's voice was eerily calm, "we will remember your sacrifice."

"No! Lord Wolf! No—!!!" Thor roared in despair, struggling frantically.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Wolf completely ignored him and suddenly unleashed his dark energy—

"puff!"

Thor's massive body, like a projectile launched from a catapult, crashed down into the overwhelming barrage of bullets!

At the same time, a black light flashed from Wolf's fingertip, precisely piercing Thor's back and triggering a restriction deep within his bloodline!

Dark energy poured in frantically!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Thor's body exploded in mid-air!

It wasn't an explosion of flesh and blood, but a pure, violent, blinding thunder!

Lightning bolts, like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, roared and spread outwards, clashing with the oncoming sea of ​​missiles and rain of artillery shells...

They collided violently!

"boom--------!!!!!!"

A small mushroom cloud, a mixture of flames, thunder, smoke, and psionic turbulence, rose from the sea!

The seawater evaporated, creating giant waves tens of meters high!

Using the brief energy vacuum and shockwave created by the self-destruction, Wolff, carrying De Laier, propelled forward like two black meteors—

Three hundred meters, covered in the blink of an eye!

"Thump!"

The dark sky enveloped the two of them, and they crashed heavily onto the surface of the high seas!

Wolf knelt on one knee on the undulating waves, panting heavily, but a ecstatic, twisted smile spread across his face.

He looked up at the two figures high in the clouds, his voice hoarse yet filled with unparalleled triumph and madness:

"Haha...hahaha!"

"Zhang! Yu! Chen!"

"Did you see that?!"

"High seas! I've arrived!"

"This game—"

"I won!! Hahahaha!!"

He laughed wildly, hysterically, and the thin darkness of the sky steadily blocked the aftershocks of the explosion behind him.

Won!

Wolf, in a seemingly hopeless situation, managed to tear a path to survival!

Rules are rules!

Zhang Yucheng himself established the rule: if someone goes to international waters, they will be forgiven!

at the same time.

"laugh……"

The massive, flesh-and-blood mechanical dragon, which had withstood the aftershocks of the explosion and was covered in wounds, had large amounts of white steam rising from its body.

The dark red flesh withered, dried up, and peeled off rapidly, like the receding tide.

The internal metal frame, cannon barrel, and parts disintegrated and fell off with a "crackling" sound, like dumplings being dropped into the sea with a "plop plop".

In the blink of an eye, the enormous creature, more than twenty meters long, was reduced to a blurry humanoid outline, barely enveloped by the last few strands of fleshy mycelium, suspended in mid-air.

"cough……"

Ji Zuodao's figure emerged from the shrunken flesh, his face as pale as paper.

Operating such a huge thing for so long has taken a terrifying toll on him; even his spiritual sea is almost depleted.

He looked at Wolfe laughing wildly on the high seas, and then thought about his own fortune, which he had staked everything on and was about to go down the drain...

"Grandma's..."

Ji Zuodao's vision went black, his body went limp, and he could no longer maintain his flight, plunging straight down into the sea.

"What a huge loss...what a massive loss..."

He had already foreseen his miserable future.

however--

The expected icy seawater did not arrive.

He stumbled into a soft, fluffy, furry place with a faint, warm fragrance.

Ok?

Ji Zuodao blinked blankly and reached out to touch it.

This feel...is it a tail?

He turned his neck and looked behind him.

A huge, fluffy, snow-white fox tail, like the most luxurious cloud bed, held him steadily in mid-air.

The owner of the fox tail...

Dressed in red, with a slender figure, barefoot and hovering in the air, her beauty was so alluring it could steal one's soul. She was looking at him with a half-smile, her peach blossom eyes shimmering with tears, yet also carrying a hint of...

Helplessness and indulgence when watching your silly child act up?

"Aunt……"

Ji Zuodao's throat went dry, and he managed to squeeze out a single word.

"Tsk, what a good-for-nothing."

The woman in red extended her slender finger and poked Ji Zuodao's forehead with disdain. "Judging from your appearance, you've probably lost all your family's wealth, haven't you? You're so young and you're not learning anything good."

"Luckily, your aunt is here."