With a leap, the golden lion, which was a circle larger than the normal lion, had a surging momentum around it, setting off air waves that rotated like a tornado and arrived in front of Art. It was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, and its momentum was as heavy as a ton of stone.
"Awwww..."
A wild and inhuman roar burst out of Art's mouth, and then he quickly returned to his human form, looking coldly at the golden lion that was rushing towards him. Suddenly, he opened his hands and looked up to the sky and roared.
Then...
Driven by some force that humans cannot explain scientifically, whether due to its own reasons or the refraction of light, the moon in the sky turned cyan, and a bright silver light shone down from the sky, a cyan light
It slowly penetrated into Art's body, and then Art's body was changing wonderfully. The white-collar suit was stretched by the bulging muscles, and you could even hear the "squeaking" sound of the skin and muscles growing. Art's whole body was covered with blood.
The joints make a "crunching" sound.
The slender hands that were originally human, incredibly, quickly grew thick silver hair and sharp claws like fine steel. Art's face slowly protruded and lengthened, and at the same time, his mouth grew rapidly.
With sharp steel teeth, his body began to grow taller and stronger. With a shrill wolf howl, Art completely transformed into an upright werewolf. It can be vaguely distinguished from the tattered black suit on his body. This is indeed the transformation of Art.
Come.
The darling of the God of Darkness, the werewolf, actually exists? Is this a mythical world?
He shot his blood-red, murderous eyes at the golden lion that rushed towards him, and roared. Countless bloody claws clawed out, and dozens of blood-red energy woven into a huge net in front of the golden lion.
The blood-red energy and the power of the blood that constituted the golden lion were constantly intertwined and collided. Bakdas's heart suddenly accelerated a few times, and then with a "pop", a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.
The golden lion's final blow also caused damage to Art. The thick claws just broke through the defense of the network woven by the blood-red claws. When it grabbed Art's chest, a deep blood groove was shocking.
Ten's huge body of nearly two meters was like a kite with its string broken. It fell to the ground. When he stood up, his thick silver-haired chest was bleeding.
Art, who was in his werewolf state, didn't seem to have much IQ. He ignored his injuries and roared, turning into a blurry shadow and rushing towards Bakdas with a fierce wind.
Bakdas' heart unconsciously beat ten times as fast as usual. The violent beating provided a large amount of blood to the body. His body muscles instantly exploded with ten times the strength. Dark golden energy poured into his fists. He roared and faced
Art.
There was a silent collision. Bakdas's body jumped high, and his fist hit the lower jaw of Art's wolf head. The destructive force was no less than a huge force and almost smashed Art's wolf head into pieces. Art's mouth was filled with misery.
Howl.
Almost at the same time, Art's sharp claws made of fine steel grabbed Bakdas's back. With blood splattering everywhere, a huge piece of flesh was torn off. If Bakdas hadn't tightened his muscles at the critical moment, he would have
Half of his body would probably be torn apart by the sharp steel claws.
Art's huge body fell to the ground, and the huge force caused his body to gallop on the ground, sliding out a deep chasm. Four or five trees broke under the impact of his huge body.
Bakdas's body fell to the ground and stood up swaying. A large piece of flesh was forcibly cut off from his back. You can imagine the severe pain. The white suit on his back revealed a large piece of red flesh, dripping with blood!
The blood on his back was like the water of the Yellow River. Of course, this was definitely an exaggeration. However, the white suit on his back could no longer be seen as white. Dark red occupied the back and was still moving toward the waist.
Spread, this kind of injury is not serious.
But almost instantly, the bright red muscles on Buckdas' back squirmed and the blood stopped flowing. Buckdas managed to temporarily control the injury by controlling his muscles.
At this point, Art shook his head and stood up straight, which made Bakdas frightened. Under normal circumstances, Barkdas was fully confident that his punch was enough to hurt Art, but after the transformation
After becoming a werewolf, Art was as strong as an ox. Although there was blood in the wolf's mouth, it was only able to arouse the wolf nature hidden deep in Art's body. He roared crazily and knocked down a tree next to him that was as thick as his waist.
The trees were uprooted and thrown towards Bakdas.
"No, a piece of back muscle is torn. The strength of this back is greatly affected, and the strength will be greatly reduced!" Buckdas didn't care about the severe pain, but the strength dropped, and Buckdas had a headache. Looking at Art's posture,
That strong body makes him look like a desperate thirteenth man.
If it were an ordinary person, a large piece of meat would be taken off his back, and he would probably not be able to swing a fist, but who is Bakdas? The descendant of the golden lion, how can he flinch! With a roar, he turned his palms into claws and grabbed the branches of the tree.
, resisting the terrifying force coming from the other side of the tree.
Art roared, strode forward, and kept pushing Bakdas back against the roots of the trees.
The muscles on Bakdas's arms are squirting, the dark blue veins are bursting, the beating speed of the heart is soaring, and a powerful dark golden energy is flowing along the right palm of the arm. Countless strands of pure dark golden energy in the body are rolling towards the palm.
, Bakdas's right arm suddenly expanded in a circle, and a trace of domineering power faintly shot out from his fingertips...
"Boom!"
What Bakdas grabbed was the end of the branches of the tree. The power splashed out from his palm stirred up the surrounding air waves. In an instant, those lush branches turned into sawdust and stumps flew out. At the same time, the majestic blood flowed out.
The power was poured into the trunk of the tree, and as Bakdas roared down, the entire trunk exploded and sawdust flew in all directions.
With sawdust flying in all directions, Bacchus approached Art silently.
Although the transformed werewolf possesses ten times the physique and strength, it has lost human intelligence. Sensing the approach of Bakdas, Art swung out a bloody claw and cut through the chaotic flying wood chips.
"Pfft!"
Bakdas dodged the bloody claws and inserted the dagger in his hand into Art's abdomen. Seeing that his dagger, which was usually as sharp as iron, had only penetrated a small part of it, Bakdas was startled, followed by an angry roar.
, and then I felt a huge impact on my chest, and my body flew backwards with blood spraying out.
Art roared angrily, and pulled out the golden dagger that was half inserted into his abdomen. Blood inevitably flowed out, and he wanted to break the golden dagger. However, the golden dagger was extremely hard, and the angry Art threw it in casually.
He walked into the vast woods, panting heavily, and stared at Bacchus with blue and red eyes.
"Oh, great Satan, what did I see? Bakdas, the descendant of the golden lion, was injured like this?" Suddenly, an exclamation sounded, and as the sound fell, a black shadow appeared next to Bakdas.
, wearing a black robe.
"Gusfen, if you make sarcastic remarks again, it will be your turn next!" Bakdas groaned.
This is, a long howl sounded. Gesfin looked up and gasped, seeing a two-meter-tall upright wolf: "Werewolf?" With incredible shock, Gesfin thought of the dark mythology of the West.
legend.
Art roared and rushed over again. The terrifying speed caused the air to be filled with violent turbulence. He waved his hard fist. Gusfin's eye-catching head was its ultimate goal. Yat smelled his own blood.
Te has completely fallen into crazy wildness, and even the last bit of sanity has been washed away by the wolfish nature.
"Oh, damn it, does it want to smash us into a pulp?" Gusfen exclaimed, abandoning Bakdas without loyalty and ran away, but with his black robe wrapped in
With such a thin body, how fast can it be?
"Satan, I didn't offend you, why are you chasing me?" Gefen found out that Art was chasing him, and screamed in fright. He was not Bacchus, he was just a weak mage.
One of his special fingers could crush him to death.
Art's sharp claws had been raised, and Gusfin could even feel the fierce wind behind him, screaming in agony.
"Bang!"
At the critical moment, Barkdus jumped up hard, knocked Art away with his body, and roared: "Damn Gusfin, do you want us all to die in Art's hands?"
The frightened Gesfen seemed to be unable to turn his head: "Art? He is Art Barkdas, don't be ridiculous!" Seeing the werewolf stand up, he suddenly remembered that he was in danger, so he quickly shut up and waved.
The pale cane was muttering something in its mouth, which seemed to contain some kind of magical power.
When Buckdas heard the familiar strange notes coming from Gusfen's mouth, he knew the attack Gusfen wanted to unleash. In order to buy time for Gusfen, Buckdas used all his blood power, almost
The power deep in the flesh and blood was squeezed out, and he was entangled with Art, constantly dodging and attacking, instead of the head-on confrontation just now. This made Bakdas feel humiliated. When did the descendant of the golden lion retreat?
Every swing of Art's arms carried several kilograms of force, which could not be resisted by flesh and blood. Coupled with the sharp claws, if he didn't dodge, Bacchus would have turned into meat paste.
Three minutes later, just when Buckdas was almost unable to hold on under Art's powerful attack, a voice came from Gesfen's mouth. Buckdas cognizantly used Art's fist to retreat, and his body retreated rapidly until
One hundred meters away.
"Death ripples!" The slightly pale Gesfen opened his mouth, spit out a few obscure syllables, and waved his cane, as if it was pulling some kind of taboo power.
Then only a gray ripple was seen, like the devil's grin. As the cane was waved, like ripples on the water, it spread forward in a semicircular arc.
Energy ripples like a tsunami shook out silently and extremely quickly, and the place they passed was like hell descending. All the trees affected by the "crackling" instantly withered, shattered and collapsed, and the original green area turned into a gray hell.
