Chapter 33 God of War!
"Horse...long tou!"
The bloody tragedy happened in front of him. The South Korean who ran away separately from Ma Qiulong stopped and bet on the eyes behind him, who had told him the end of his escape with facts.
Jin Xiyuan raised his head with both hands, slowly turned around, and then knelt down. There was no arrogance at all. He pleaded in horror and pleaded, "Don't kill me... I, I'm an evolutionist... It's useful for you--"
"No running?"
Chen Qinghe walked to the South Koreans and looked down at him.
"No, don't run away!"
Jin Xiyuan shook his head vigorously, without the demeanor of a vice president of the underworld, like a small poor worm.
"Zi Cheng, the remaining two are your prey!"
Chen Qinghe was not interested in paying attention to him anymore. The South Korean stick had completely lost his fighting spirit, so he looked up at Huang Zicheng on the roof in the north and shouted loudly.
The wind and rain are heavy, and the heavy rain is drifting.
Huang Zicheng on the north ceiling carries a metal black stick, raises his right hand over his head, and holds a metal thorn in the shape of a knight gun, which is temporarily made of steel on the ceiling. His eyes were locked and he was running away. The wild boy was only the size of a fist, and he silently calculated the approximate distance between them.
Woth!
The thorns of the gun were thrown, like an eagle falling down and preying, directly slanting across the top of the wild boy's head and inserting the ground, suddenly like a blooming flower, 360 degrees of sharp metal spikes.
Sword stab, curved stab, thorn sword stab——
"Ah!!"
The metal thorn like a sea urchin in front of him was getting closer and closer, and the wild boy roared in despair. He forced his body to turn right, trying to avoid the fate of being punctured into thousands of holes, but under the huge forward inertia.
Several metal thorns of different lengths still pierced his right body. The red blood flowed down under the rain. Wilder's shoulders, lower abdomen, thighs and other parts were damaged, and his ability did not improve his body's defense.
This is the typical weakness of melee attack ability!
"Li Wenlong, help me!"
The huge pain stimulated the nerves. The wild man turned his head and pushed the wreckage of the platform. In his ability, he climbed out of the ruins and was drenched by the rain.
Escape!
The Vietnamese's face changed, and the wild man's miserable situation made him realize something.
He turned around and ran away to the east gate. This was his only chance. If he could approach the door in a state of complete muscle hardening, even if it was reduced to a metal hell, his unbad body might be able to break through.
There is hope in the bottom of my heart, and the Vietnamese are faster.
"Bastard!!"
The wild boy stared at the back of the Vietnamese who were far away.
This Vietnamese is like a humanoid bulldozer, not afraid of any obstacles in front of him. His right forearm is on his forehead, and his rain-soaked coat prints out his explosive muscle lines. He screams crazily, as if only in this way can he vent the shadow of being completely abused by Chen Qinghe.
He is over, but he is not ready to give up.
There is no worse ending than death now!
"Wow, huh... open it to me!!"
The wild boy gasped heavily and held a metal thorn in his right hand. His five fingers felt the unique coldness under the rain. His face was ferocious, the blue veins burst out, and his full bursting ability was limited. He endured great pain and tried to break the metal thorns that ran through his body.
Pong, Pong, Pong——
Every time it is broken, the meat is like being scraped by a sharp blade.
But his nerves are as tough as his burly body, and there is no scream except for muffled humming.
Peng!
The metal thorns under the feet of the wild boy were soaked in the rain, and there was a loud noise behind him after a heavy object fell to the ground. This unusual loud noise made him instinctively turn his head and look away.
"The student is here..."
Wild boy's eyes darkened and he looked at the figure standing up from the puddle.
"Move again, die--"
Huang Zicheng glanced at the wild man indifferently, and the metal wreckage all the way here behind him turned into an extremely ferocious metal ladder under the rage of his ability.
It was through this ladder that he came.
Wild boy's right hand loosened and collapsed to the ground, and he didn't even break the last metal thorn running through his calf.
"Yu Qiao..."
Huang Zicheng passed by him indifferently, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the figure as if he was climbing the folk knife mountain from afar. His ice-like heart was instantly burned by the fire of hatred.
"The Vietnamese is here. He is not the last damn beast, but he is the first bastard I killed with my own hands!!" Huang Zicheng's hatred for Li Wenlong is as deep as the sea. When Yuqiao fed him water at midnight, his bitter and reluctant eyes penetrated into the deepest part of his hard ice heart like a thorn.
It hurts, it hurts...
In front of the dark and cold rental house in his childhood, a girl held a rabbit doll with her little face against the dirty floor. She smiled spotlessly, like an angel, telling Andersen's fairy tales for him. Every time until the story was over, the girl never got up.
That smile, that voice, that memory-
Just after the death of the security captain Wang Shihu, Zhao Tang gave in to the Vietnamese and withered.
"Li-Wen-Long!!"
Huang Zicheng looked up to the sky and roared, and it was time to swear that he was the enemy of the blood blade.
Dark energy is released, and the metal rage completely explodes!!
A faint dark light appeared in his right arm, which was as weak as a candle in the wind, passively stimulating the energy field. Huang Zicheng's right arm sleeve soaked by the rain suddenly cracked.
Under the soft skin, something comes out of the pores like a rash. It is like the soft liquid after the spore is broken, but if you look carefully, you will find that it is actually a gray-white soft metal.
The human body contains more than 50 parts (50ppm) of constant metal elements, such as calcium, zinc, manganese, copper, molybdenum, chromium, cobalt and other metal elements. However, calcium is the most abundant metal element in the human body, accounting for about 1.5 to 2.0% of adult body weight, 99% of which calcium is found in bone teeth. 1% is stored in the blood.
Metal elements, human metal rage!
This is the reason why Chen Qinghe deliberately asked Huang Zicheng to crush and kill the skeleton when he went to the Narcissus Tower.
The soft metal is squeezed out of the pores, and the pain is all over the body.
Huang Zicheng's expression was always indifferent, but the blue veins squirming on his forehead proved that this was an unimaginable pain, but he had to endure it because he was a sword.
Only for Chen Qinghe's sword to kill the enemy!
The sword has no pain, no senses, no feelings, no self, so this pain is not for him at all.
"This is the limit of "God of War" now--"
Huang Zicheng squined at his right arm and muttered from the bottom of his heart.
"Monster!!"
"This monster!!"
The wild boy who fell in the bloody pool witnessed the rage of Huang Zicheng's human metal all the way. The right arm rash in front of him was a crescent, sharp thorn, and barbed-shaped gray and white metal thorns. It looked fierce, like the right arm of the demon god in the ancient European world.
-shu,
Huang Zicheng spit out turbidity. The God of War is a fusion of two constant elements of the human body, calcium and iron. With his current 5% genetic optimization rate, the limit is only one arm, and the metal elements that can be violent, regardless of the type or content, are very rare, far from reaching the metal strength in his mind.
However, this is just the beginning!
Waiting for his genetic optimization rate to rise sharply, and the God of War has more room to dig.
"The maximum combat time in this state is three minutes."
Huang Zicheng looked far away. In front of the East Gate, he was like a Vietnamese climbing up in the metal jungle. He wanted to kill the enemy with the strongest posture and tear him to pieces with this hand.
The violent god of war consumes dark energy much faster than the general ability to release, so he must solve the Vietnamese as soon as possible.
-ss.
Huang Zicheng rushed out quickly, and his violent war-deified right arm raised high above his head and stepped on the rain on the ground.