Why is the waste prince like that?

Salamanders are indeed harmless most of the time, but they aren't really docile pets.

Harmless are derived from long sleep, but when they wake up.

They will eat up everything within a certain range.

In Zirac's hysterical roar, any sound would pale, let alone a light click.

Lancer did not stand up immediately, but twisted his sore wrist, and in this position, he cast his gaze forward.

Small salamanders can only use their bodies as physical barriers. They don't look too cute but are not too harmful. However, the awakened salamanders are getting bigger and bigger, and even start to secrete corrosive mucus.

Zirac ordered the guards to get out of the car and drive away the salamanders. This is definitely not a good job. Humans without mechas, even if they are highly skilled in martial arts, will still appear very weak in the face of A-level beasts, but those guards obeyed obediently. It didn't take long , A large number of people were removed from the car.

But Zilak didn't care about other people's life and death at all, and while the guards in front cleared the way, he immediately stepped up his horsepower and rushed over, trying to make amends for himself: "It's just some stinky fish in the gutter, it's nothing to worry about. The little bastard is what matters..."

Before he finished speaking, the forward collision of the cruiser stopped abruptly, and the huge inertia prompted everyone to fall forward.

Lancer felt a strong hand grab his arm and push him back so that he didn't fall to the humiliating place of rolling on the ground.

But when he looked over, it was still the calm middle-aged face.

While Zirac was still howling for the half of his teeth that he had just lost, Lancer looked around, stepped back a little, grabbed the opponent's arm, and seeing that the opponent was still motionless, he whispered: "Run, or you will be killed later." We're in big trouble."

The middle-aged guard was startled, held his arm with his backhand, touched his waist, his expression became a little dignified, and then something was stuffed into his palm, and the middle-aged guard took him back again.

"Idiot! Where is the little bastard born to an alien whore!"

The cruiser was neither big nor small, so that Zirac could spot his escape in a second, so that they couldn't escape completely in such a short time.

Fortunately, the previous guards were drawn so much that the road was almost unimpeded.

It's a pity that when they stumbled to the door, Zirac was rushing to the stairs to look angrily, his skinny arm was raised weakly, and he pulled the trigger.

"Oh!"

"I'm hugging..."

Lancer only felt that he was pushed hard, and there was a loud voice in his ears. He fell straight to the door, just when he finally stood still and wanted to look back.

"Boom—chi chi—"

A huge collision sound of objects, followed by a tooth-sickening sound of compression and chewing rang in his ears, and the huge wind generated in an instant made him almost fall down again.

A strong wet and rotten smell filled the space.

Lancer looked back.

I saw a huge black shadow covering the cruiser. This shadow has wet skin, six short legs and a long black meat tail. The poor cruiser has been crushed into irregular metal by this shadow. The cake was crushed extremely flat in some places, and the scene was extremely terrifying for a while.

It turned out to be a giant salamander, judging from its size, it should be the king of this group.

At the moment it is eating, and the food is a caravan that has just been squashed with its own body and the fleshy snacks that come with it.

Lancer squatted down and stared at the half of the outstretched palm.

This is the hand of the middle-aged guard just now. Some parts of the hand have thick calluses that some soldiers only have.

He was silent for a while, and gently held the half of the palm. It was not completely cold, but still carried the residual warmth of the dead.

He spread out his other hand, where there was a communicator.

He thought for a while and said softly, "I forgive you. I allow you to see my parents. I hope that when you apologize to them, you will be as sincere as you are to me."

Then he found that the black Da Mian Jian who was munching metal in front of him suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at him with black eyes.

The salamander has no vision, it is smelling him.

After smelling it, it rubbed its big black and wet head, bit the metal next to it hard, and then roared at him.

Its mouth has a huge slit, like a black hole when it opens, exhaling a damp and rancid breath.

But to Lancer, this stench was not even one-tenth of the damage Zilak had done to him.

He calmly brushed his hair that was blown by the wind, even though he knew it couldn't see, he still shook his head at it, and casually pulled Fei Ruipi as a banner: "No, such a big car is enough for you, Fei Ruipi Didn't Rui say, this is not your snack, someone will collect it in the future."

As he spoke, he drew a general position with the tip of his index finger, and then coaxed: "Of course I am very grateful to you all. Didn't I bring you some snacks? If it weren't for the mucus on your body, it would be corrosive to me." Sex, I will definitely touch you, after all, you are so beautiful in black, and you are so big, with six legs, you are so beautiful, I have never seen such a handsome salamander king."

Come on, isn't it just such a small snack, the Sleeping Salamander King flicked his tail, and went to the other side to happily eat this big meal that was only a little smaller than himself.

Lancer sighed, let go of his hand, stood up, and walked a few dozen steps towards the exit, when another voice sounded from far behind.

"stop!"

He stood still, with his back turned to the other side's handsome face, with an expression even a little helpless.

Fighting out from the group of salamanders, and narrowly escaped the tail sweep of the salamander king who was feasting, he was faced with the death of the leader.

In this way, the few remaining guards stubbornly held him hostage and walked out.

But it is not decent, these guards have large and small corrosion marks on their bodies, and their clothes have become dirty and torn.

Lancer glanced at himself, still in that white dress, with only a little dust on his body, he felt a little pressure.

"Since Zirac is dead..."

Before he finished speaking, the guard on the side threw the butt of his gun over. Fortunately, Lancer dodged quickly and only brushed his chin, without too much pain.

"Shut up, alien bastard!"

Lancer lowered his face, and then returned to the captive with a low brow and pleasing eyes.

There were still many salamanders trying to stop them along the way, but these guards had some skills and managed to lead him out of this terrifying tunnel.

Follow the most correct and fastest route to the target point, even if you have to pass through the 2S area that may be harassed.

It's just that they don't know that the current 2S area can no longer be described as being harassed.

This is a stocking area at all, but the animals that are stocked are not ordinary birds and animals, but the most difficult 2S level animals.

Fortunately, the powerful alien beasts divided their territories. If they did not meet the lord of this territory for the time being, they could temporarily save their lives.

Obviously, these people did not have such good luck.

They chose a dense forest area out of concealment, and tried to erase the traces along the way. After all, they lost their means of transportation, and they were easy to catch up when there was a high probability of being tracked.

Lancer hesitated to speak, but thinking about the butt of the gun, he hesitated for a moment and said nothing.

A small crystal-purple butterfly flapped its wings lightly, and some bright blue-purple powder fell lightly on the necks of the rear guards.

Then it flew up lightly, wobbled forward for a while, and landed on the ear bones of the young man who was wrapped in front of him.

It is beautiful and shiny, like a gorgeous butterfly ear cuff, but the guards around it seem to see nothing, as if there is nothing unusual.

Fragrant, like the best and greatest nectar.

like.

The guards at the back of the palace watched the rear vigilantly.

A peaceful afternoon in the forest.

But suddenly, he smelled a strong smell of blood, he turned his head quickly, and his pupils constricted.

His teammates, and that little bastard disappeared.

At some point, a group of people wrapped in various colorful homespun cloths surrounded them.

Rare black hair and black eyes, familiar black hair and black eyes.

It's just that the simple curiosity and kindness are no longer in the expression, and the young and middle-aged man holding a sharp animal-tooth spear in his hand is staring at him.

His face turned pale.

The people who had died in his memory looked so angry, and his mind was confused, only to feel that the faces were slowly changing, becoming the same woman's face.

With long braids and curly hair, and a face with black hair and dark eyes, she is such a beautiful daughter of a nation.

But he seemed to see the evil spirits in hell, and he raised his gun fiercely to shoot.

"Da da da da-"

Scream, well, hearty scream and blood.

These evil spirits to him rushed forward and counterattacked him with iron-like hands and dense stones.

Like they've never done.

As the rear guard went mad, they soon began killing each other.

Lancer took a few steps back and leaned against a tree. The butterflies on his ears fluttered lightly, reminiscent of the bright eyes of a beautiful girl who blinked lightly when she giggled.

And the handsome young man with black hair and black eyes said indifferently: "It's disgusting."

The sudden partner riot, the deep purple scars that appeared on the body, and the terrifying momentum of decay that started around it, everything collapsed this temporary small team of no more than eight people.

It didn't take long before there was only one person left who could breathe.

Lancer walked over, he squatted down, and calmly looked at the last guard who lay dying.

His hair was gray, and the rot had already spread to his not-so-young face. His eyes were rigid, and only the whoo-hoo sound in his mouth showed how much pain he was suffering at the moment.

Lancer looked at the festering flesh on his face and asked softly, "Do you know who I am?"

"Ho... Miscellaneous..."

The well-dressed young man who has gone through so much also looked at him calmly, the corners of his lips even curled up a little, and his voice was slow and gentle: "Thank you, if you didn't appear suddenly, I wouldn't know what happened in this world. There really is retribution."

"Being cursed, aging several times, being besieged by strange beasts, and being unable to be a normal soldier is not a good feeling, but it is also good for you to rot in the ground like this, isn't it a good thing to die so happily? "

"I'll be merciful and give you some hospice care, the stench in your blood is as pervasive as the smell of blood in the sea, and your companions who think they are great or brave will outlive you , die more painfully, stinkier, dirtier, and get what they deserve, as executioners of genocide."

After touching Lithaniel, Ferri left him, and at the same time, he gained a kind of ability to communicate with other creatures.

This kind of communication is not about understanding each other's language, it is closer to a kind of soul communication, or in other words, it is communicating in a common language that is not each other's mother tongue.

But to describe it more accurately, perhaps this language can be called a mother tongue.

At this moment, the butterfly on his ear fluttered up again and landed lightly on his pale upper lip.

It fluttered its wings lightly, but none of the hallucinogenic phosphorus fans who adorned its crystal purple wings so beautifully but were poisonous did not fall a single bit, just like the beautiful eyes of a girl worried.

"No, I'm very happy, you don't need to comfort me." He watched the other party take his last breath, and then replied softly.

Then, he took the butterfly on his lower lip with his fingertips, and gave it a soft and cute little smile like a flower bud.

"Did I tell you? It's the first time we met, my lord. You are quiet and elegant, beautiful and powerful. You are more special than what you describe."

"Now please take me to find it."