How about becoming Godzilla?

"Ouch!"

In the early morning, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the silent canyon.

Catherine rubbed her sleepy eyes helplessly and stood up helplessly.

Even before she went out, she could guess who this incompetent and furious person was.

As soon as she came out of the cave where she rested, Catherine saw the huge creature that was beating the rock wall frantically.

After the huge creature had gone into a rage, its forehead was pressed against the wall, looking like it was autistic.

The autistic person is none other than the self-disciplined Godzilla Lu Ming.

The reason why he is autistic is also very simple, that is, he really cannot learn the witchcraft and spiritual link that Catherine taught him.

Catherine, who was not far away, couldn't help laughing when she saw Lu Ming like this.

Because of Lu Ming's appearance, it was too much like the irritable and autistic feeling she had when she encountered difficulties in learning witchcraft but could not solve them.

Hearing Catherine's laughter, Lu Ming turned his head and looked at her with a pair of vertical eyes.

Is this a mockery?

This is ridicule!

Lu Ming started to feel unhappy.

Why can you be so stubborn?

Why are you so stubborn?

How dare you!

Lu Ming's eyes were dark and expressionless as he looked at Catherine, thinking that such a cute girl really wanted to sit down and die...

Abruptly, Catherine shivered because she could see the 'murderous intent' in Lu Ming's eyes.

Without hesitation, Catherine, who had a strong desire to survive, immediately put on a well-behaved expression, tried hard not to laugh, and acted like a quiet noble and beautiful girl.

Seeing Catherine deeply reflecting on her mistakes under his "righteous eyes", the idea of ​​​​sitting her to death finally dissipated.

"Ah."

Lu Ming exhaled from the corner of his mouth and walked to the other side of the canyon with an unhappy look on his face, preparing to continue his 'learning journey'.

After Lu Ming walked away, Catherine finally relaxed.

Thinking that she had just laughed at such a giant, Catherine felt that she was a little too bold.

After arriving at the open space on the other side of the canyon, Lu Ming sat behind his own 'sofa rock', held his chin and began to think about the reasons for his failure in the past two days.

In two days, in order to practice the witchcraft of psychic linking, Lu Ming captured several animals for experiments.

As a result, without exception, most of these creatures exploded and died.

In fact, regarding the spiritual link, Lu Ming was able to construct a complete witchcraft matrix as early as the first day and use it completely.

According to Lu Ming's own explanation, this Godzilla is similar to the "innate demon god" in the legend of his previous life, and has a high affinity for the ether energy required for witchcraft.

But here comes the problem. If the matrix size and ether energy required by normal people to release witchcraft are regarded as '1', then the witchcraft matrix size and ether energy released by Lu Ming are '50', '100' and '1000'.

Both the size of the matrix and the ether energy released have been geometrically improved.

In other words, the obstacle that currently prevents Lu Ming from using the mind matrix to communicate with other creatures is no longer whether he can use the witchcraft of mind link, but how to reduce his output frequency.

For many things, bigger is not better, only the right one is the best.

Because he couldn't think of a solution for a while, Lu Ming began to become a little irritable.

At this moment, Lu Ming saw Catherine running to his feet in a panic.

Catherine used the psychic link to say to Lu Ming: "Sir, something happened outside."

Something happened again? But I didn't smell the food.

Lu Ming couldn't figure this out and was very dissatisfied with Catherine for disturbing his study.

If there weren't so many things happening every day, how could Godzilla, who was so smart, still not master the witchcraft of spiritual linking? He was trembling with anger.

Although he complained a little in his heart, Lu Ming still grabbed Catherine at his feet, put it on his shoulders, and walked out of the canyon.

...

Outside the canyon.

The people of the Altu tribe are being attacked by another group of tribes, and there are lights and fighting sounds everywhere.

Are these intruders more than two meters tall, with wolf heads and bodies, holding axes and bows and arrows in their hands, chasing and killing Altu's tribesmen while laughing?

Seeing this scene, the old and strong Artu Tarzan felt his crown split.

To the intruders, the invasion seemed like a game.

They kept chasing Artu's tribesmen, shooting only those who were at the very end.

Whenever a member of Altu's tribe fell, the invaders would burst into laughter, seemingly showing off their archery skills.

"Damn the Skull tribe, this group of degenerates who surrendered to the evil god, they haven't died yet!"

The old and strong Taishan fought hard with the only remaining young men of the tribe.

But the tribe was too big, and the Altu tribe had been severely weakened by the previous giant spider attack, and the combat effectiveness of both sides was no longer on the same level.

Today, there are only more than 200 people left in the Altu tribe, and two-thirds of them are old, weak, sick, and disabled, and there are less than 100 tribesmen who can fight.

Facing the same number of two hundred Skull degenerates who were all ferocious and strong, they were powerless to fight back.

Soon, the remaining tribesmen of Artu were surrounded by the werewolves of the Skull tribe.

A silver werewolf about two and a half meters tall jumped out of the crowd.

He was holding an Altu tribesman covered in blood in his hand, with a ferocious smile on his face.

He first glanced at the people in Altu, and then said to the people in his hands: "Tell your people to give up resistance, or I will kill you all."

To Skull Oli's expectation, the Altu tribesman he captured showed no fear, and then spit out a mouthful of blood foam on his face: "Bah! A group of filthy degenerates, the great patron saint

Your Majesty will take revenge on us!"

Skull Olli wiped the blood from his face, the smile on his face instantly solidified, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Patron saint? You Altu have no patron saint for a long time."

After saying that, Skull Oli stabbed the Altu tribesman in his hand through the chest with a sharp knife.

He casually threw the corpse in his hand to the ground, and the tribesmen behind him immediately ran out, squatted on the ground, bit into the corpse, and ate it up like wild beasts.

When the other Skull werewolves saw this, they burst out laughing, seeming to enjoy seeing such a bloody and barbaric scene.

The remaining Altu tribesmen watched with their own eyes as their tribesmen were killed and eaten by the enemies, with angry expressions on their faces, wanting to tear the enemies in front of them into pieces.

However, the gap in numbers and strength made them unable to fight back for a while, and they could only wait for the order from the tribe leader Taishan.

Skull Oli looked at the Altu people with a disdainful smile.

Artu Tarzan watched the tragic deaths of his tribesmen and walked out of the crowd with a solemn expression.

He suddenly half-bowed his knees, stamped his feet first, and then began to beat his chest, making a dull and firm impact.

Seeing this, the originally frightened Altu people behind them also made the same move.

boom!

"Altu!"

boom!

"Altu!"

The movements of the Altu people are uniform, and after every stamping and beating, there is a loud shout, shouting Altu's name.

This is a war dance unique to Altu.

Every stomp, every beat, every shout seemed to be filled with the overwhelming anger of the Altu tribe.

In the light of the fire, the actions of the Altu people shocked the werewolves of Skull.

They couldn't understand why the people of Altu could still dance the tribal war dance at this time.

Skull Ollie was stunned for a moment, then he raised the ax in his hand in anger: "Kill them all!"

A Skull werewolf rushed to the front, holding the ax in his hand high, about to chop off the head of Altu Tarzan who was still dancing the war dance.

Suddenly the ground shook violently, and the Skull werewolf's body tilted and staggered to the ground.

Not just him, but everyone present.

The werewolves of Skull didn't know why, and they looked at each other with uneasiness in their hearts.

On the contrary, the faces of the fallen Altu people showed enthusiasm, and they stood up from the ground and danced the uniform Altu war dance.

Accompanied by the neat rhythm and shouts of the war dance, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped everyone.

The werewolves of Skull raised their heads and found a ferocious and huge claw not far away grabbing the edge of the canyon, and then slowly dragged their huge bodies out.

The huge body more than ten meters high blocks the sun and casts a huge shadow.

Seeing this, the originally arrogant Skull werewolves fell into a collective state of silence, and endless fear spread in their hearts.

"How can this be!"

Skull Ollie shouted in disbelief.

The legendary patron saint of the Altu tribe, an indescribably great being, actually appeared...