Her right hand stretched forward, and suddenly a slender pointed pickaxe appeared in her hand. The pickaxe was twice as tall as her, and even the pickaxe head was a head taller than her.

This weird big pointed pickaxe is also the same color as her armor, and seems to be made of the same material.

She didn't seem to be afraid of the big dog, but she was cautious. She picked up the big sharp pick and hit the dog's head.

This big pointed pick looked very heavy, but it was as light as a feather in her hand and she could wield it freely.

She swung it at just the right time, and the sharp pick instantly hit the big dog's head, nailing it to the ground.

The big dog's head was shot through, but it didn't die. It scratched the ground with its four feet, leaving countless marks on the red road.

Seeing the big dog trying to break free from the big pickaxe, the girl pulled the big dog hard and fought against it.

The big dog was so strong that it pulled the big pickaxe out of the ground and pulled it back, causing the girl to slide forward.

The girl suddenly said: "Are you just watching stupidly? Why don't you come over and help me?"

There was no one else around but me. I glanced around and said, "Are you talking to me?"

She yelled: "Of course it's you, but who are you?"

Her voice was buzzing, but the emphasis in her words was familiar. Is this girl wearing a mask someone I know?

I said: "I can't beat this big dog. If it bites me, won't I be dead?"

The girl said: "Your armor has already appeared. Just summon it. It can't bite it."

Body armor?

I said with a crying voice: "I'm not you, where did I get the protective armor?"

The girl said: "You touch your face."

I reached out and touched my face and was suddenly startled. My face became stiff and a thick mask appeared.

I looked at my hands and rubbed them together. Except for the front of my hands, which felt flexible, the rest of the skin became as hard as nails.

What is this? Is the skin condition getting serious?

I looked at my whole body, and the skin all over my body began to swell outwards. There was a "hiss" sound, and my clothes were burst by my body armor, and the same armor as the girl in front appeared all over my body.

It's just that...my armored breasts protrude forward and are actually in the shape of a girl.

The girl looked at my clothes sympathetically and expressed regret for my clothes. At the same time, she looked at my armor very strangely.

Why the shape of a girl?

Why the shape of a girl?

I was confused when the girl in front of me exclaimed.

I immediately looked forward and saw that the dog's head had been split open and it had broken free from the big pointed pickaxe.

Do you still want to die after being beaten like this? At this time, all my fear had disappeared, and a kind of anger arose.

It's like being beaten by countless people. After being beaten to numbness, you can't feel the pain and just want to kill.

I tore off the tatters hanging on my shoulders and jumped forward. The girl swung the big pickaxe again and hit the big dog.

This time, the accuracy was much worse. It only made cuts on the dog's back and poked numerous eyes, but did not damage its vital parts.

I didn't know how to get the weapons, so I rushed to the front and started beating and kicking.
Chapter completed!