Warwick the Godfather of Terra

The old queen mother must have the dignity of an old queen mother.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, the black and green cold source crystal creature emerged from behind Kal'tsit's neck again.

Then...

A miniature M3 of about meters was formed on the ground.

After all, Kal'tsit has shrunk in size, so the M3 model must also be proportional.

mo3ter waved his front paw, which was countless times smaller than his previous one, and seemed to not understand what was happening.

However, before he could figure out what was going on, he received the first order from Kal'tsit.

"Get down, mo3ter."

'Unhappy Whisper'

Obviously, M3 didn't know what he had done wrong, but he still listened to Kal'tsit and lowered his head.

Then, Kal'tsit stretched out her foot, which had grown to the size of a popsicle, and stepped on his head.

"stand up."

Kal'tsit adapted to the body very quickly and is now able to fully control it.

Therefore, even if she stood on M3's wet and slippery head made of Originium ice crystals, she could still maintain her balance.

But it is not so easy for m3 to keep a balanced mentality.

No, in the past you called me out when it was a matter of life and death, but now you call me out just to use me as a stepping stone?

M3 stood up and felt a little skeptical about the monster's life.

With the help of M3, Kal'tsit successfully reduced her height from feet to feet , almost the same height as the Doctor, and was finally able to see the scene in front of her.

"I'm not doubting that."

At this time, the doctor shook his head.

After pondering for a moment, the doctor's eyes suddenly focused.

"Kal'tsit, even though I still haven't fully recovered my memory.

But I can believe it.”

Pointing his finger at the spot where the golden light disappeared from the screen, the doctor spoke in a decisive voice.

"This friend of ours in another world is probably not from our world either."

"Or rather, he doesn't belong to our world at all."

Upon hearing this, Kal'tsit first frowned, and then hugged her chest, which was originally barren but now even flatter.

“This is not surprising.

The existence of the subspace is no secret.

Don’t forget that the source of the Inner Guard’s power is the creatures from another world.”

Kal'tsit said as she slid her finger, transferring the image on the screen to the survival area monitored by another camera.

In the picture, countless survivors are sitting in the room, doing nothing and at a loss.

“The current Terran human race has long been on the brink of extinction.

When you have stepped half a foot into the quagmire and are deeply stuck in it, a hand suddenly reaching out, whether it is to push you or pull you, can put an end to the pain. "

The little cat's face shows a maturity that is not suitable for a cat of this age (big shush).

"Fortunately, we have managed to hold on to this hand that suddenly extended to us.

At least, I won’t fall into the abyss.”

As she spoke, Kal'tsit's fingers moved slightly.

The drone’s footage is fed back into the projection.

It was a ruin.

To be exact, it was on the rooftop of the Candela Building in Dos Solès, in the Glasswall.

Kal'tsit looked at the devastated world on the screen and spoke in the same indifferent tone.

"Next, it depends on whether we can work hard on our own and climb out of this quagmire."

The building that was once occupied by sea monsters now seemed to have been burned by some terrifying high temperature. Half of it melted. The figures of the tide surgers that once occupied it, as well as the terrifying fish nearby, all seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth.

All that was left on the entire land was a burnt mark.

Standing in the scorched earth is a hideous beast made up of flesh, blood and bones.

Golden light streaked across the sky, and the soul-guiding lamp was like a ferryboat guiding the River Styx, leading the gods of death to this purgatory on earth.

The lantern fell to the ground, and the newborn clansmen appeared in the scarlet mist.

As the only bright spot in the war-torn land of Glassvar, the pearl in the yellow sand, Black Heart Dosores, under the leadership of Candela, even though he has experienced some big and small storms, still cannot change his important position in Terra.

Therefore, even though this land in this world does not have the strong participation of Zaun Company under Warwick like in the other world, it can still thrive and improve steadily.

However, it is destined that things will go against one's wishes, and no one can change it.

This den of money, once famous for its prosperity, has now become a dead city.

Everywhere there were sea creatures crawling and wriggling in twisted patterns, wriggling uncomfortably, and leaving behind patches of black marks.

Some of them are native to the sea, while others are unlucky creatures who were assimilated into the large group and may have been normal humans in their previous lives.

However, now they all have only one identity, that is Haisi.

It is the enemy of mankind.

And since they are enemies, there is no need to show mercy.

They are the best sacrifices to the father wolf!

(Here I have to complain about this shitty translation. League of Legends designer, do you know how painful it is for me?

Look at your annotations for the Ancient God skin, God is the father of the wolf, I am the father of the wolf and your whole family. )

The howling sound echoed among all the clans.

All those who were infected with the blood of the ancient gods had bloodshot eyes and blood oozing from their mouths.

Those standing here are all survivors of the catastrophe. In other words, most of their relatives and friends died in the horrific disaster caused by Hai Si.

Their anger towards Hai Si did not need to be incited at all, which was enough to stir up a huge rage.

And with the intervention of the power authorized by Warwick, this anger was infinitely magnified, nourishing their murderous intent and bloodlust.

They thirst for the kill, thirst for the hunt.

Thirst, blood.

They can't wait.

Warwick, who was sitting on the roof, took back the soul-guiding lamp, lowered his head and glanced at the group of followers he had just given birth to for the first time. Looking at their eager figures, the werewolf didn't say anything more and stretched out his white bone claws and waved them.

"Ouch!!!!!!"

No need to ask.

The next moment, a shrill howl sounded like an arrow piercing the sky.

In an instant, just like a drop of water splashing on the table, the clansmen scattered in an instant and rushed into the endless sea of ​​​​sisters from all directions.

Their heads are now filled with murderous intent. All of them are like blood-raging Noxus, and have no idea of ​​cooperating with their teammates.

Now all they wanted was to have a good killing spree and slaughter all these Haisi who had hurt and devoured their loved ones.

Drink their blood, tear their bodies apart, and use their lives as a tribute to the Father Wolf!

Suddenly, tens of thousands of clan members rushed into the Haisi group in an instant.

Then...

There is nothing after that.

Although there are tens of thousands of people here, the number of Hai Si is far beyond their reach.

Over the past few months, Hai Si had already converted all the energy within the city into nutrients and continued to reproduce, creating an extremely large community during this period.

These tens of thousands of people who have joined Haisi's group are simply not worth mentioning.

It was like pouring a cup of cold water into a cold oil pan, and it was hard to tell what was going on.

But soon, changes were apparent.

If, as before, the entire city is likened to a huge oil pan and the clan group is likened to water, then as the oil pan is heated, water vapor will immediately begin to evaporate.

The reaction of the entire city became extremely intense in an instant!

Tiny bubbles burst one after another, and each bubble represented a member of the clan.

The bone spurs growing outside their bodies became their most powerful weapons at this moment. They did not need any sophisticated skills, just a swing of their elbows and arms. Those bone spurs that had grown into blades as sharp as knives could penetrate the skin of the Haisi that even the city defense cannons could not penetrate or harm.

Their tentacles could even pierce through the armor of Casimir the Silver Spear Pegasus Knight with a full-strength attack.

However, at this moment, there was no way to shake the burn marks on their bodies left by the blood!

These sea soldiers were stunned by the sudden massacre in an instant.

Sea scorpions will grow, and their hive consciousness allows them to store the circumstances of their killing before they die. Then when they are eaten by other sea scorpions, this part of the memory will be shared.

Therefore, it can be said that the death of every Hai Si is valuable, and can convey information such as the cause of his death.

The remaining Hai Si will focus on evolving in this aspect until they evolve a body that can resist this ability, and then they will launch an attack again.

It is precisely for this reason that, in the war with humans, Hai Si can continue to grow and evolve.

However, Hai Si is different today.

Because, their bodies killed by the Warwick clan...

All gone!

"Ha ha ha ha!!!!"

Where the prosthetic limb was originally installed, the pale bone claws that grew out now pierced through the body of Hai Si.

Huang was very clear about this sea creature, which was later called the Spitter by people.

The spores it spits out can not only penetrate defenses, but also infect enemies.

I was splashed by its slime bullets during a battle, and watched helplessly as eyes grew on my arms and scaly flesh began to grow.

Fortunately, Huang cut off his arm with a chainsaw in time, otherwise, he would be one of these crawling guys now.

There will never be a chance to take revenge with my own hands like now.

"Pfft!!!"

The white claw blades slammed together with tremendous force, and Haisi's shattered body turned into a stream of gray and red energy, converging towards the werewolf sitting on the roof.

As the energy flow was recycled, Warwick could feel that his soul seemed to be nourished.

This is the power of the ancient gods. Whatever the followers hunt, they will give back to the gods who gave them the power.

And this kind of energy flow is coming from all directions, like raindrops, rushing into the werewolf's body.

"Pong!"

The claw blade pierced fiercely into the calyx-like flesh of a slider. Mu En's eyes, which were once filled with cowardice and hidden behind his hair, now only had a desire for slaughter.

"Crack!!!"

The claw blade stirred fiercely, and immediately, the huge fleshy calyx was twisted off alive by Mu En!

"Not enough blood!"

However, killing these few sea creatures alone could not satisfy Mu En's desire for slaughter. The fire in his heart was burning fiercely. Turning his head, Mu En was about to reach out his hand again and tear the tentacles in front of him into pieces with the sharp claws that had grown through his fingertips.

"Crack!"

However, the next moment, a blood-red sea cucumber spine pierced through her back and came out from her chest!

Blood splattered out, and the huge kinetic energy pushed Mu En's body forward two steps.

The man turned around, and in front of him was a scarlet sea urchin.