Marvel's Monster Hunter World

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, as a symbiote you must know two things now."

Watson held out two fingers to the rapids and said seriously.

"First of all, due to the special reasons of your symbiont's body, you cannot benefit from the "resurrection competition" in the arena, because you are not included in the player list of the competition, and your own body is not an artificial foreign object!"

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"...So, if I die in the game, I really die? You saved me?"

"It doesn't look that stupid. As your savior, you need to know where this place is, because you can't leave this place for the time being."

"Can't leave?!"

Jiliu looked around: "Why do you want me to stay here?"

"A small experiment, of course not here. I will change your place. Anyway, you can't return to Sakaar for the time being. This is no loss for you, right? It will also allow you to avoid the creature that controls you."

"That's true, but I don't want to stay in a dark place for a long time. It's boring. And can you get me away from Vans?"

Vans? It must be that alien.

"Do you think I can't do such a simple thing with my strength?"

"who are you?"

"...Are you serious?" Watson raised his eyebrows, and Long's power was instantly released to envelope him.

Watson only released half of the dragon's power, but the dragon's power was only aimed at him. Even half of it was enough to make him feel scared!

However, the reality is completely opposite to what Watson thought.

Jiliu blinked and put a question mark on his face in confusion.

"You don't feel it?"

"What feeling are you talking about..."

Watson frowned. Is it because he leaned over the puppy dragon that he was immune to the dragon's power? No, the little dragon is also afraid of his dragon power.

Is that why these symbionts cannot obtain Longwei because they are thinking aggregates?

But why was he afraid of Mila Luz before, to the point where he didn't even dare to speak out.

When Watson thought of this, his body suddenly grew in size, dragon scales appeared on his face, and his hands turned into sharp claws.

After entering the form of a dragon, Jiliu suddenly moved back as if he had a cramp: "Are you the king of the dragon clan?!"

"Nonsense! I said all the opening remarks before entering the game!"

"Uh……"

Jiliu felt a little embarrassed, silently retracted half of his head into the body of the little dragon, looked at Watson and said.

"Well, we were very afraid of the silver dragon at the beginning, so we were dormant in Van Si's body and didn't dare to come out or peep. We didn't transform until we entered the arena."

"You are right to do this, because your host is essentially cheating. If we talk about artificial intelligence, the competition rules are acceptable, but your symbionts are biological creatures, which is equivalent to eight people in your team.

But I am very merciful and just turn a blind eye to you.

So, do you understand my first request? "

"I understand. As long as you let me surrender to his control, I can stay here, but not for too long."

"Don't worry, I won't bore you. I have a lot of ideas for you."

Watson said and held out a second finger.

"Tell me the location of your symbiote planet, and explain in advance that I just want to cooperate with you, and there is no need to rush this matter, because I want to see the results of your symbiosis with the dragon clan.

If it's not good, you don't have to tell me. "

"You mean you can allow us to establish a host link with the Dragon Clan!?!"

When Jetstream heard this, he forgot how scary Dragon Man Watson was, and excitedly got out from behind the puppy Dragon.

"Of course, I know your noble goals. It just so happens that the Dragon Clan is not a destructive race. On the contrary, I, the King of the Dragon Clan, am a peaceful faction (occasionally going to the Chaos Station to join the team), and in the entire universe, in terms of physical strength, the Dragon Clan is second. No one can be called number one! Including the Titans!"

"I agree! No, I accept it."

"Very well, follow me."

"Where?"

"Time is running out, let's start testing now. Didn't you say you can make the Dragon Clan stronger? Let me see how strong you can make him.

If not, I'll go talk to the other three symbiotes. "

"Three of them? Compared to me, they are far behind!"

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Snowy mountains.

There was a battle going on on the northern hillside...no, I should say, a massacre exhibition.

"Slaughter (a friendly star of the same name)! Leave one for me!"

"Hahaha, don't beg me if you are slow~"

A blood-red symbiote with a slender body but full of explosive muscles flew past quickly, and was hit by a player wearing a Level 3 ore suit, whose body was as bloated as a stone pillar, causing him to rush to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Massacre threw out his left hand and transformed into an oversized ice pick in mid-air. It was driven deeply into the ice. With the help of this force, he drew a circle behind the player, and he pounced on him again to pin him down.

The five fingers have super doubled, turned into ferocious blood claws, and inserted the ore helmet underneath. Through the visual window on the helmet, you can clearly see the frightened eyes inside.

Then, a voice that seemed to be sharpening a knife on the edge of his soul appeared in his ears.

"What kind of thing would you like to have your body chopped into?"

"Chainsaw? Machete? Serrated knife? Axe? Fruit knife? Awl? Or pitchfork?"

The rhythm of the voice was neither fast nor slow, and it was said slowly as if talking about family matters. The man in the ore suit wet his pants, and he even went to himself. He was in a field of ice and snow, which would freeze his second brother.

"Because your armor is actually anti-decapitation, so I recommend the pitchfork to let you feel it?"

"No... no..."

"Pfft~"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

I saw a 'delicate' pitchfork transformed from the index finger of Slaughter, slipped through the gap under the shoulder armor of the ore suit, and then suddenly swelled inside his body, and then grew longer all the way!

The sharp pitchfork penetrated from his left chest to his appendix effortlessly.

"I feel it! Do you feel it? Your lungs, your liver, your spleen, they're screaming! It's wonderful~

I can't wait to eat them~! "

Slaughtering his body was like a little girl receiving a gift from her beloved, trembling with excitement.

As for the words of slaughter, the contestant did not hear it because the pitchfork in his body had already trembled with the slaughter and turned his large intestine into a lump of meat...

At this time, a tall, thin, silvery-white symbiote, whose whole body was white and could blend in almost perfectly with the snow, appeared in front of the massacre, glanced at the dead player coldly and said.

"You are really not going to restrain yourself from your disgusting habit of massacre?"