How about becoming Godzilla?

The high priest of the Skull tribe, the golden werewolf, Skull Ian looked through the crowd at Lu Ming in the forest. His ancient and unwavering face seemed to be thinking about something.

Ian is different from those hybrids who were later infected by the evil god Skull and turned into werewolves. He is the descendant of the first generation of Skull werewolves.

It can be said that in terms of blood, Ian is the entity closest to the evil god Skull.

Because of the purity of his bloodline, Ian's talent is far superior to that of other tribesmen.

In the entire Skull tribe, other positions can be replaced, but the position of high priest has always been controlled by the golden werewolves of Ian's lineage.

The reason why golden werewolves have such a transcendent status is because they possess a power that no other tribe can master.

This kind of power means that the golden werewolf lineage can use itself as a carrier to bring the evil god Skull to the world.

This is the reason why the Golden Werewolf has a transcendent status in the Skull tribe.

They are natural leaders, the most recent being of the evil god Skull.

"High Priest..."

A black-robed priest next to Ian saw him looking in one direction after he walked out of the camp, ignoring the tribesmen who were fighting hard not far away, and couldn't help but remind him.

Unexpectedly, Ian didn't pay any attention to him, and his eyes were still staring into the depths of the forest.

No one knows why Ian did this.

Is there something deep in the forest that the high priest is afraid of?

As soon as this idea came out, the smart priests quickly thought of the reason.

You know, the purpose of their trip is to eliminate the patron saint of the Altu tribe, and the destruction of the Altu tribe is just incidental.

But as the battle has progressed so far, they haven't even seen the shadow of Altu's patron saint.

Was it the patron saint of Altu who didn't come?

No, they should have thought long ago that the terrifying ball of light from before was obviously the hand of the patron saint of Altu.

To this day, what they know about the patron saint of Altu is from the mouths of those tribesmen who escaped before.

According to the descriptions of those tribesmen, the patron saint of Altu is a figure that blocks out the sky and the sun, and has a ferocious appearance. It is the kind of existence that makes people feel intimidated by the sight of it.

Many people even say that the patron saint of Altu is simply invincible.

Although some of these words may be exaggerated descriptions, they inadvertently deepened their fear of the patron saint of Altu.

The current battle has entered a fierce stage.

After Walker and Husky joined, the canine giants that were originally regarded as one of the trump cards of the Skull tribe did not play their role at all. They were severely beaten by the more powerful Walker and Husky.

suppress.

As for the tribesmen, the Altu bloodline warriors, blessed by their bloodline, almost showed an overwhelming advantage.

Ordinary Skull werewolves are no match for them at all.

In their view, the defeat of the Skull tribe is only a matter of time.

However, if they knew that the transformation of Altu blood warriors was time-limited, they might not be so anxious.

After all, they have an army of 30,000 people. Even if they stand and let 500 bloodline warriors kill them, it will be enough for them to fight until the transformation is over.

But the Skull tribe did not know this information, so now they feel that they are the one in trouble.

This difference in information caused even the high priest Ian to inevitably think that if he did not take action, his side would lose.

What Lu Ming wanted was this effect, using the burst of bloodline warriors in a short period of time to deal a heavy blow to the Skull army.

Let them use their trump cards.

As long as he finds out Skull's trump card first, he will be able to judge the timing of his appearance very well.

It was obvious that Lu Ming had taken the initiative in this battle.

Because the high priest of Skull has been forced out by him...

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In the battlefield, Artu Tarzan transformed into a giant white-skeletal tiger man about three meters tall and charged among the werewolves.

These werewolves who once made him feel invincible, now became extremely weak in front of him.

Three months ago, facing the invasion of werewolves, he, the leader of the clan, had no power to fight back and could only watch them brutally kill his own clan members.

But all this changed after Lu Ming appeared.

What Lu Ming brought to the Altu tribe was not only a strong sense of security, but also awakened the bloody spirit in the hearts of the Altu tribe.

So when he learned that Lu Ming was going to take the initiative to attack the Skull army, instead of having any fear of war, Taishan was filled with yearning for war.

Because he wanted to prove through war that the warriors of Altu would not live up to the glory of the patron saint.

Tarzan held the spear in his hand and gave the Skrulls in front of him a gourd.

Then with a flick of his hand, the corpses of the Skull werewolves on the spear were thrown aside.

At some point, Taishan found that his field of vision became empty. Unknowingly, he had rushed to the middle of the camp.

He wiped the blood from his face, opened his eyes and looked forward, only to see a group of figures that were different from ordinary werewolves standing in front of him.

It was a group of werewolves wearing robes, and the most eye-catching figure among them was the figure of the werewolf wearing a white robe with golden hair.

"You must be the high priest of the Skull tribe."

Taishan didn't pay attention to the others, but looked straight at the white-robed golden werewolf.

Ian didn't object and nodded.

Ian's reaction caused a ferocious smile to appear on Taishan's face.

"If you bring your head to the patron saint, it will be very happy."

Tarzan shook off the blood on his spear, got off his scarred centipede mount, and walked towards Ian.

Ian is neither sad nor happy, and does not have many emotional fluctuations in response to Taishan's provocation.

He was very calm, but the priests around him were not so calm.

"Arrogant, do you think the high priest is the same as those trash outside?"

A black-robed priest couldn't stand Taishan's arrogance, so he raised his staff and attacked Taishan.

Along with a burst of twisted energy, a disgusting viscous liquid condensed in the air and flew towards Mount Tai.

Taishan curled his lips in disdain, disappeared from the spot the moment the liquid flew in, and appeared in front of the sacrifice the next second.

The black-robed priest didn't expect Taishan to be so fast, and he had no time to react.

Taishan didn't make any extra moves, and the spear in his hand hit him directly on the neck.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking, the head of the black-robed priest was twisted at 90 degrees, and was hit to the ground hard, without any breath.

Everyone was shocked by the strength Taishan showed in a short period of time.

After the shock, there was boundless roar.

Someone knocked on his door and killed one of his own people in front of him. If you don't give him some color, doesn't it prove that the Skull tribe is no match for the Altu tribe!

"Back off."

When several priests wanted to take action, the high priest Ian who had been silent spoke up.

The priests did not dare to disobey Ian's words and had no choice but to restrain their inner anger.

Ian withdrew his gaze towards the depths of the forest and looked at Mount Tai calmly.

Just one glance sent chills all over Taishan's body, and a silent fear rushed from his spine all the way to Tianling Gai.

Danger, very dangerous!

In an instant, Taishan understood the difference between Ian and others.

Taishan held the spear in his hand and looked at Ian in a prepared manner.

Ian didn't pay attention to this and took off his white robe.

Walk slowly towards Mount Tai.

It was obviously just a simple walk, but Taishan felt as if there was some huge terror slowly approaching him.

The intense death crisis made Taishan's thinking begin to become turbid.

A large amount of sweat fell from his forehead, and he tightly held the weapon in his hand.

Watching Ian getting closer and closer to him, the death crisis in Taishan's heart became more and more intense. He wanted to fight back, but found that his body seemed to be out of his control at all.

Just watching Ian walk up to him.

After the transformation, Taishan is three meters tall, which is almost the same height as Ian.

In appearance, the two seem to be comparable, but in terms of momentum, Taishan cannot be compared with Ian at all.

Da da da……

Ian walked all the way in front of Taishan and saw that Taishan seemed to be petrified. He did not take advantage of this to attack Ian. Instead, he still maintained his serious attack posture.

But the tightened pupils and trembling hands showed that Taishan's heart was not at peace at the moment.

Ian finally stopped next to Taishan, stretched out his hand and patted Taishan on the shoulder.

"You are not qualified yet."

Ian's words were simple, but his cold tone had a huge impact on Taishan's heart.

Taishan tried hard to make his body move, but found that no matter how hard he tried, his body could not move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as Ian passed by him and walked straight towards the giant tree forest.

When Ian walked out of the center of the camp, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

I saw that the Skull werewolves and the Altu blood warriors who were fighting fiercely would stop strangely every time Ian was about to get close.

It was as if he was shocked by some invisible momentum.

When some Altu blood warriors in the distance saw this scene, their faces showed deep fear.

For a time, the originally fierce battlefield became strangely quiet after Ian's appearance.

"Husky, something is wrong!"

The senses of extraordinary creatures are sharper than ordinary creatures. Walker noticed something strange in the battlefield and shouted to Husvich not far away.

Husvich also discovered this and looked in a certain direction on the battlefield.

Soon, Husvich discovered the huge figure walking on the battlefield.

In Husky's eyes, Ian is not simply walking.

Behind him, there was a blurry, twisted figure.

The phantom is very tall, more than twice as tall as the ten-meter-tall Husky, and visually estimated to be over twenty meters tall.

It was a phantom that looked like a giant golden wolf. It followed Ian's footsteps and walked slowly on the battlefield.

The Skull werewolves and Altu blood warriors in the battlefield stopped strangely because they were frightened by the momentum of this giant golden wolf.

Due to the limitations of their own personality, they were unable to see the projection of the giant wolf behind Ian.

But the biological instinct allowed them to sense the dangerous aura on Ian's body.

In Huswich's fearful eyes, Ian passed by him directly.

When passing by, Ian raised his head and glanced at him, and the giant wolf projection opposite him also glanced at Husky.

Just this one glance made Husky's hair stand on end and he felt like he was running away.

Fortunately, Ian didn't pay attention to it at all. He just took a look at it and continued walking towards the forest.

Ian finally stopped at the intersection of the battlefield between the Altu warriors and the Skrull werewolves.

The originally fierce battle stopped when Ian's footsteps seemed to have pressed the pause button.

The Altu soldiers instinctively put away their weapons and retreated one after another, silently looking at the figure standing in the center of the battlefield.

Standing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, Ian didn't seem to care at all about the huge casualties of his tribe.

He looked at the people in Altu in front of him and said calmly: "I have come out, it's time for me to meet your true master."

When the Altu soldiers met each other, they all understood who the real owner Ian said was.

"Roar!"

As if in response to Ian's words, a loud roar sounded from deep in the forest.

Boom, boom, boom...

After the roar ended, the ground began to slowly tremble.

Upon seeing this, all the Altu soldiers immediately put down their weapons and knelt on the ground.

They separated into a huge passage in tacit agreement and knelt respectfully on both sides of the passage, like slaves greeting an emperor, full of humility.

Not long after, a huge figure walked out of the forest and came into everyone's sight.

It was a great being that was difficult to describe in words, more than twenty meters tall, and its whole body was filled with light blue flames.

Everywhere the figure walked, a trail of terrifying flames would be left under its feet.

The temperature in the air began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the originally dark night began to slowly become brighter in the blue flames.

What's even more shocking is that the originally clear night sky seems to have been affected by this terrifying existence, and thick dark clouds have inexplicably condensed.

Dark clouds followed this terrifying figure and slowly approached the camp.

As if to celebrate the appearance of this terrifying figure, the Altu soldiers who were kneeling on the ground all stood up.

They raised their spears and began to beat the ground beneath their feet in tacit agreement.

Boom, boom, boom...

There were obviously only five hundred Altu warriors, but their beatings made the earth begin to tremble violently.

The huge knocking sound was like a different kind of war drum, and every beat seemed to hit everyone's hearts hard, giving people an indescribable solemnity.

Finally, the huge figure walked out of the forest and stopped in front of the Altu soldiers.

Through the moonlight, everyone finally saw clearly the existence in front of them.

This is a huge creature that looks like a lizard, with thick and smooth scales all over its body, and a ferocious dorsal fin extending from the top of its head to its thick tail.

Not only that, the dorsal fin seemed to contain some kind of terrifying energy, from which it continuously emitted a blue light and a 'cracking' sound like lightning.

Just one glance made everyone in Skull understand that the existence in front of them was definitely not something ordinary people could deal with.

The number of people is completely meaningless in the face of such an existence.

For a moment, all the Skull werewolves felt as if there was some invisible pressure on themselves.

It was so heavy that they almost couldn't breathe.

Boom!

Suddenly a huge lightning flashed across the sky, and the dazzling lightning struck behind the terrifying figure, completely illuminating its body.

Not long after, heavy rain fell from the sky.

Thunder, heavy rain, and flames, a scene like a natural disaster, appeared together with the existence in front of me.

It seems that its appearance has made the whole world feel fear.

This is the patron saint of Altu!

This is Godzilla!

Ian, who was originally calm, became serious after seeing Lu Ming's gorgeous appearance.

Although Lu Ming's face was expressionless, he was watching everyone's reactions from the corner of his eye.

Feeling the heavy rain on your face, listening to the thunder and lightning roaring behind you, and the nuclear flames flashing on your body.

Looking at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, Lu Ming felt proud in his heart.

'Isn't this a gorgeous appearance, bro? This is the way I have been thinking about it for a long time!'

Using nuclear energy and magnetic fields to create a thunderstorm is not difficult for Lu Ming now.

Which Godzilla can refuse the scene of emerging from a thunderstorm? At least Lu Ming couldn't. Not only did he not refuse, but he also enjoyed it.

With a terrifying thunderstorm and an invincible momentum, Lu Ming scanned the crowd.

'Pretending is a bad habit, but I can't seem to get rid of it.'

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