The King of Alien Creatures [End Times]

Following bursts of furious roars, thick smoke rose from Weng Long's body.

The air was filled with a thick pungent smell mixed with the stinky rain falling from the sky, which made people feel like vomiting.

Although these strong acids can cause damage to them, there is always a time when they run out.

Those Weng Long who braked in time and didn't dive down to be affected, saw their companions injured, suddenly went crazy, and attacked them like raindrops.

And those injured Weng Long were obviously also irritated by the severe pain on his body, roaring, twisting, flapping his wings vigorously, directly overturning the person in front of him.

For a while, the assassin retreated in a row.

The senior assassin Shi Lin was thrown far away together with his humanoid mecha under the action of huge external force, and fell heavily to the ground.

The pain caused him to stop thinking for a few seconds. After a long time, he leaned on the ground and felt his throat was itchy. He coughed suddenly, and a puddle of blood spurted out from his mouth, which directly blurred the mask of the humanoid mech. A thick bloody smell The smell is tangy.

Shi Lin didn't care about the blood on the mask, he endured the discomfort caused by the heavy blow, and it took a lot of effort to stand up with the humanoid mecha, and finally stabilized his body after shaking a few times. Wei Hang looked weakly at Yang Heng and Jiang Yuan, who were still fighting with several other injured Weng Long.

The concentrated acid had been used up, and several Wenglongs who had come to revenge were splashed on their bodies by the concentrated acid. After the smoke was exhausted, there were patches of black scars, and the varying degrees of injuries made them even crazier than before.

Jiang Yuan and Yang Heng tried their best to avoid danger, dodging left and right.

However, the opponents were numerous and powerful, and those Weng Long who had not been corroded by the acid liquid even more desperately wanted their lives.

A war is inevitable.

But right now, they have tried their best to protect Sanctuary City for only three days, and they haven't closed their eyes or talked about it, and haven't eaten a single drop of food.

Without energy intake, for them, they are overdrawing their physical fitness, and they can last until now is the limit, not to mention fighting with this strong Cretan creature in a state of high mental stress.

But the belief in their hearts tells them that they cannot fall down.

Jiang Yuan nimbly jumped to the side, trying not to confront Weng Long head-on, he took advantage of Weng Long's eye injury and was attacking indiscriminately, and ran to Shilin to see his injuries.

"How are you?" Jiang Yuan helped him to the side and sat down, leaning against the bunker, "Don't move, leave the rest to us.

Jiang Yuan quickly checked his injuries, and the mecha was not damaged, which meant that the internal injuries were more serious.

Jiang Yuan reached behind his head, pressed the switch to help him retract the mask of the mecha, and at the same time took a bottle of temporary tonic from the mecha chest, unscrewed it and handed it to him: "Drink it first."

Shi Lin shook his head and grabbed Jiang Yuan: "Boss, don't hold on, if you can't hold it, just blow it up."

Jiang Yuan shook his head: "It can't be fried."

Shi Lin insisted: "You are injured so badly, you will be destroyed if you continue like this!"

Jiang Yuan looked back at Weng Long who was still going crazy over there. He had no time to waste on this. He brought the tonic to his mouth, forcefully poured it on him, and helped him put on the mask again: "Isn't it said now? During these times, take a break."

Forced to drink the tonic, Shi Lin did feel a little better than before, but Jiang Yuan is gone now. He saw Jiang Yuan's tonic was damaged in the battle just now, and Jiang Yuan needs this far more than himself and Yang Heng: "how about you?"

"I don't need it, I'm fine." Jiang Yuan glanced at his damaged mecha, just as he regained consciousness, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing behind him.

Just as he turned his head back, a black shadow flashed in front of him, slapped him into the air, and he flew a few meters away without any preparation.

He was injured in the first place, but now he fell heavily on the ground again. Jiang Yuan let out a muffled snort, and struggled to get up from the ground after a few seconds. He still couldn't hold back and coughed a few times.

Weng Long hovering in the sky at this moment seemed to be waiting for this moment, swooped down, and pecked at Jiang Yuan's head.

As if to swallow him in one gulp.

Jiang Yuan watched Weng Long and Shihu Tiandi link up, and he rolled aside neatly, trying to avoid the combined attack.

Before he could catch his breath, the next combo struck again, and Jiang Yuan rolled again, barely squatting on the ground with one hand while dodging.

Now the humanoid mecha is damaged, and the weapons are basically used up. If it is really bombed with armor-piercing bombs and cannon bombs, the place will be razed to the ground.

If not...

Before he could figure out the result, Jiang Yuan rolled to the side again when he saw them hit again.

I can fight again.

He looked at the messy ground, which was a war without gunpowder.

The casualties and injuries of the subordinates.

Although those Cretan creatures were not much better, but in comparison, their casualties were greater and heavier.

Shi Lin and Yang Heng over there are still insisting.

How could Jiang Yuan give up.

He pulled out two special daggers from the sides of his trousers.

This is his last trump card.

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath and stood up from the cover.

Hold the two daggers in both hands, clenched tightly, and rushed forward without hesitation.

He stepped on the ground with both feet, and with the help of the corpse of the dead Cretan creature next to him, he rose from the ground and flew to the head of the Wenglong. scales.

But it also means more energy is consumed.

Every time Jiang Yuan pulled out a scale, Weng Long's reaction became stronger. He tried to fly away several times, but failed.

During the struggle, Jiang Yuan saw the timing and firmly grasped the handle with palm print recognition. In the next second, the flat and sharp front end of the special dagger suddenly swelled and turned red, as if it was accumulating power.

He aimed at Weng Long's place where the scales had been covered with blood, and inserted two daggers hard into it.

"Roar!"

There was a huge roar.

With a slight recoil from the palm of his hand, and Weng Long's howl below him, Jiang Yuan lost strength and rolled down.

But he pulled the dagger out the moment he fell.

No blood spattered.

Nothing at all.

Jiang Yuan rolled away, staring at Weng Long who seemed to be the leader all the time.

It didn't seem to know what was going on, and was turning its head to look at itself.

Jiang Yuan counted silently in his heart: one, two, three words just said, he saw Weng Long's neck suddenly trembled strangely, then he twisted his neck crazily like he was suffering from epilepsy, and scratched and scratched his neck with his paws .

One after another bloodstains appeared on his neck impressively.

Seeing this, Weng Long was stunned. No one has ever seen a leader so crazy.

After going on like this for a while, the leader, Weng Long, finally stopped moving. With a muffled loud noise, his neck near his back arched instantly. After returning to normal, it fell to the ground and never rose again. not coming.

The Wenglongs, who had lost their leader, suddenly wailed, and then the dragons were in a mess without a leader, at a loss like headless flies.

"Good opportunity." Jiang Yuan said.

Seeing this opportunity, the other two also rushed up to fight.

Probably because there is no leader, the group of dragons has no leader, those Wenglong retreated steadily, and finally unexpectedly scattered and fled.

At this moment, the weather that was still raining blood suddenly cleared up, and a breeze blew across the face, bringing a trace of refreshment, carrying the smell of blood and rancidity in the air and various other smells, as if signaling victory.

Jiang Yuan looked at his two specially made daggers, the swelling at the front disappeared, as if nothing had happened just now.

His lips were drawn into a line, because he knew that the two precious bullets with miniature parasitic bullets hidden in them were gone.

It will take a year to do it again.

But now is not the time to regret, he has more important things to do.

Regardless of whether the weather has improved or not, Weng Long's departure is a good thing.

Although the lion tiger is still attacking, compared to just now, the offensive is much weaker.

I don't know if it's because of Weng Long's retreat or what, but the fighting spirit of the lions and tigers doesn't seem to be very high.

At this moment, some of the assassins who had been injured and fainted before had awakened and used all available weapons to help them.

Everything started to develop in a good direction.

Even so, Jiang Yuan still didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

Although the particularity of the special dagger is gone, it doesn't mean it's useless.

Especially when facing this kind of liger without armor, it is very useful.

Of course, as long as they can successfully avoid their double-headed attacks.

Jiang Yuan dodged carefully, but was attacked on the calf by a chameleon approaching quietly from behind.

In an instant, Jiang Yuan's bloodshot eyes became extremely cold, like a beast hunting and killing prey in the dark. He almost had no emotion, and directly stabbed the chameleon in the throat that appeared, and killed him. Throw it out without hesitation.

But because of the delay of a few seconds, the liger, which could have been put to death by him, rushed over and took a bite at his injured shoulder.

hiss.

The sharp pain filled the pain nerves of the brain. At the very moment, Jiang Yuan raised his hand and stabbed. Unexpectedly, the knife was very small and went straight to the vital point. The liger swayed a few times and was still making the final struggle.

Jiang Yuan didn't give it a chance to breathe, and inserted it hard again.

A few seconds later, he jerked the dagger out, and blood spattered his mecha again.

Jiang Yuan hangs his arms slightly weakly, and can only vaguely see the mech rising and falling slowly with the breathing rate.

Can't give up, can't give up, can't rest.

Jiang Yuan held on and pulled himself together to help others resist other creatures.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting, but he felt dizzy, with blood all over his body, wounds, and face.

He couldn't even remember when the sky cleared completely.

The sun, which symbolizes the end of the compound catastrophic weather, showed a corner, and looked at everything on the Neilong Continent with a smile, as if no matter how difficult it was before, it never existed.

However, Jiang Yuan has only one belief in his heart - he wants to defend the city, just like the person who saved him back then, he cannot die under the mouth of Cretan creatures, he must persist, persist, persist.

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Shen Ke didn't know how many times he fell asleep, but when he opened his eyes again, the haze in the sky had dissipated.

He sat up propped up and subconsciously asked, "What time is it now?"

Look at his memory, he even forgot that he was on the run, how could he still know the time.

Unexpectedly, Shen Haiying, who was always by his side, replied quickly: "It's probably afternoon."

Shen Ke froze for a moment, nodded, and asked again: "How long have I been asleep?"

Before Shen Haiying could answer, Bu Gu came in from outside holding a pile of grass, and seeing Shen Ke who had already woken up, she was pleasantly surprised: "Shen Ke, you finally woke up, you have been asleep for almost a day."

It's almost a day.

That is to say, it has been one day since they came out, so it has been more than three days since the compound disaster weather began.

It should be over, too.

He was leaning on the cold stone, his body was still a little weak, but he could clearly feel that his body was gradually recovering, but his shoulder still hurt so much that he couldn't lift it up: "How is the sky outside?"

Shen Haiying caressed his forehead and smoothed his raised hair: "You take good care of your body now, don't worry about other things."

He really wanted to take good care of his illness, but his house was stolen, so how could he take good care of his illness.

Shen Ke looked at the somewhat empty surroundings, as if a little less popular: "Where are the others?"

not all...

Shen Haiying glanced at Bu Gu, and motioned him to put the herbs aside: "Some of them went to the base camp to investigate the situation. It's not that the weather has turned better, so they can't stay outside all the time, and some of them are going to..."

As soon as Shen Ke heard it, she immediately sat up straight. Although the affected shoulder hurt, she said before she finished speaking: "But our equipment is so backward, wouldn't it be better to go back..."

to die?

Bu Gu, who put the grass on the ground, interjected: "Hey, don't worry about this, Uncle Wan, Uncle Meng and the others have their own solutions."