Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

"now that……"

Just when I thought that under such circumstances, this woman should have been desperate to the extreme, but the corner of her mouth suddenly turned into a smile.

I watched her raise her head, her expression completely insane.

"Since you are going to die, you have to die with honor!"

Is this planning to fight to the death?

I immediately understood what the high priest meant, but now that the full-coverage bombing has begun, some lizardmen have already been buried in a sea of ​​​​flames. The remaining combat power, if women and children are excluded, is probably only Less than forty percent.

Even if all these people took their own lives, what threat could they pose to the Alliance Army?

Facing modern artillery fire, they couldn't even get close to the Union Army.

"Son of the God King..."

The high priest stood up straight and walked quickly to the stone steps outside the main hall. The raging fire in the tribe below seemed to be burning in her eyes.

I know, it's the fire of hatred.

But I really can't imagine, at this time, what else can she do as an unarmed priest.

Click!

The high priest stretched out the index finger of her right hand and slowly sucked it into her mouth. With her teeth closed, she only heard a click, and her finger was broken in two.

Donated blood gushes down the cross-sectional wound.

The corners of her bloodstained lips were raised upwards, her smile was full of resentment, and her bloody mouth was still chanting a language full of wild atmosphere. Although it was obscure, it was strange that I He could actually understand what she was saying.

"Son of the ancient god king, in the name of the god king..."

This is the case again.

I frowned, this is not the first time I have encountered this situation, although I have never heard of the language spoken by the high priest, but I can understand the meaning of her words.

Faintly, I can roughly guess the reason.

It must have something to do with the curse on me.

I'm a little upset, this situation means that the curse on me is working, it's like a knife on my head that is always cold, and it may fall down and chop off at any time my head.

Somehow, an ominous premonition popped up in my heart.

In my understanding, the Lizardmen and the Alliance Army are not at the same level of combat power at all, and there is a big difference in the combat power of the two sides in essence.

How to fight the flesh and blood and the torrent of steel?What to fight for?

This was my initial thought, but now I suddenly remembered an extremely important thing... What is this place?It's a desert island.I have lived in this place for a long time, but even so, every time what happens on this island can refresh my worldview.

Here, anything beyond common sense is normal.

On the contrary, if things are really what I think they are at the beginning, they will seem a little abnormal.

The way I looked at the high priest changed a little. Could it be that this woman really has any means to resist the alliance army who launched a long-range attack on this tribe in the dense forest hundreds of meters away?

This guess is like a seed that took root and germinated deep in my heart, and grew into a towering tree at an extremely fast speed.

"I order you to fight for the tribe!"

war!
Suddenly, the high priest covered the position between his eyebrows with his bloody right hand.

hum.

I felt like my mind was spinning, but before I could react, I saw that the high priest in front of me was already bleeding from all seven orifices.

what happened?

I don't know what this woman did, but the sense of crisis in my subconscious made me take a few steps back, and then watched the woman in front of me turn into a puddle of blood. A puddle of blood...

I couldn't understand how a living person turned into a puddle of blood in just a few seconds, let alone explain the scene in front of me.

But the only thing I know at this moment is that the high priest is... no, it should be, he should be dead, right?

I stared at the pool of blood on the ground, and tentatively took two steps forward, but before I got to the front, the pool of blood suddenly boiled, and then slowly seeped into the ground, which looked like the ground. It has absorbed all the blood. From the outside, it looks like the stony ground has not changed at all, and there is no abnormality at all.

I frowned. Those similar experiences I had experienced in the past told me that things were not as simple as they seemed.

Before they had time to think too much, roars came one after another from the tribe that had become a sea of ​​flames below the palace. Just listening to it made people feel a heartfelt pain from the depths of their souls.

Looking around, I was surprised to find that among the tribe, as long as there are lizard people who are still alive, whether they are old people or children, women or young adults, even those who were injured by the bombing are only left with a breath of life. People, their bodies, have undergone changes to varying degrees.

A layer of fine scales grew on the surface of their bodies, shining brightly under the light of the fire. Their heads changed from human-like to slender, and their bodies, which were much taller than ordinary humans, became stronger.

Muscle tissue in various parts of the body also began to swell, and the large muscles were covered by scales, and they were already full of deterrent power just by looking at them.

lizard.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. These lizardmen have turned into half-human and half-lizard after tens of thousands of years of evolution, and even the remaining characteristics of lizardmen on their bodies are becoming less and less. , at first glance, they are no different from normal humans except that they are a bit burly, but now, the appearance of these people makes it impossible to associate them with humans.

Living lizards, and their teeth, claws and body size are larger than the largest Komodo dragon in the existing records!Sharper and more ferocious!
Thinking of the high priest who had just turned into a puddle of blood, I suddenly understood that the way that woman was going to fight to the death was to stimulate the blood of her own people and make them degenerate to a form closer to their ancestors , in order to enhance the rather powerful combat effectiveness.

It was at this moment that I felt that this should have been a one-sided massacre, and there was such a slight turning point.

The catastrophe of genocide has come, transformed into this state, can they compete with the alliance army?
"Damn! What am I doing!"