Infinite Monster Training Camp

Dr. Lun has already expressed incomparable anger. The werewolf in the raging state will double his previous strength, let alone a werewolf king?

"Resolve him before being completely violent!"

Dyke yelled, and the exquisite gorgeous long sword stabs Dr. Lun with all his strength, but Dr. Lun seems to be determined, only focusing all his targets on Ding Meng.

How could poor Ding Meng think of such a situation? Did you have any grudges against Dr. Lun in your previous life?

Dyke was also willing, and while Ding Meng caught Dr. Lun's attention, stubborn swords and swords pierced Dr. Lun's body.

However, Long Sword could not cause any harm to Dr. Lun's powerful body.

If this continues, both of them will die here! When Ding Meng was avoiding from side to side, he suddenly asked, "Dyke, what kind of disease are you dying?"

"Sick?" Dyke, who was in a hurry, thought that Ding Meng had asked such an inexplicable question at this time: "I'm in good health. I don't have any disease."

Are there any diseases? Ding Meng thought that only people with terminal illnesses would come to this world.

I was distracted and almost shot by Dr. Lun. He hurriedly backed away: "Dyke, prepare to stab him in the throat!"

Throat piercing? But they never had a chance to stab Dr. Lun in the throat. But then Ding Meng's next move made Dyke understand.

"Go back!" Ding Meng Meng took a few steps back, and then lay down on the ground, completely exposing his body to Dr. Lun.

Dyke didn't have any disease, but he was terminally ill, and only the last month of his life was left. In this case, I left the chance of life to Dyke, and he died sooner or later.

Dyke almost burst into tears, he knew why Ding Meng did this!

He is sacrificing himself to perfect his companion!

"Cub!" Dyke shouted.

The lion cub ran over...

The target suddenly fell to the ground. Dr. Lun did not hesitate for a second, bending down and swiping his deadly claws towards Ding Meng on the ground.

As long as Ding Meng met, Ding Meng would be dead.

"Go die!" Dyke roared wildly, and as soon as he stepped on the back of the lion cub, his whole body soared, holding the exquisite samurai sword and rushing towards Dr. Lun.

As soon as Dr. Lun, who was completely focused on Ding Meng's body, bends over, its throat was exposed within the range of Dyke's attack.

The speed bonus of 15 points is gorgeous.

"Pounce", the long sword pierced Dr. Lun's throat, and a stream of blood spattered out.

But at this moment, Dyke did another thing that Ding Meng couldn't think of.

The moment the long sword pierced Dr. Lun's throat, Dyke released the hilt, and his whole body fell on Ding Meng's body.

Dr. Lun’s sharp claws just swept down...

Dyke used his body to help Ding Meng block the fatal blow, but he was swept away by Dr. Lun.

"Boom", Dyke fell heavily to the ground, half of his body was bloody, even his bones were exposed.

But when he saw Dr. Lun's appearance, he smiled.

The pruning swords were stuck in Dr. Lun's throat, and blood kept pouring out. The werewolf's two paws danced wildly in the air, his mouth roared and looked painful.

"Dyke." Ding rushed to Dyke's side.

Originally, he wanted to sacrifice his life to let Dyke complete the task, but who thought that Dyke used his body to protect himself.

"Success..." Dyke gasped.

"You are crazy!" Ding Meng couldn't help but yelled, "Do you know what I asked you just now? Because I have a terminal illness, I can only live for another month!"

what! Dyke stayed there.

He had never thought that he had the courage to sacrifice, but everything Ding Meng did made his blood boil. After stabbing Postdoctor Lun, he almost conditioned his body to block Dr. Lun's attack.

But... but this guy has only one month of life left?

No wonder he was so brave just now!

"Forget it, forget it..." Dyke's face was distorted with pain, and he knew that he would not make it: "Forget your kid...fate...live, complete the task well...live..."

Suddenly, his face showed horror.

Ding Meng turned his head and was also shocked.

Dr. Lun's paw was held on the samurai sword, and then he pulled it out little by little.

Blood splattered wildly there, but Dr. Lun didn't care at all, and the samurai sword was pulled out as soon as he applied force.

Dr. Lun hated the samurai sword that stabbed him. With two iron claws, he kneaded the samurai sword into a pile of scrap iron.

This sword didn't even stab Dr. Lun to death, it just stabbed him seriously.

And with Dr. Lun's roar, his body changed from gray to black completely, and his two blood-red eyes became the same black.

"Rage, he is going to finish the rage!" Dyke's face was brutal: "Run, run..."

A werewolf who has completed a rage, even if he is seriously injured, even if Dyke is intact, all the people and pets together are not his opponents.

The color of Dr. Lun's claws is also changing. This is the last step before the rage-a completely steel-clawed werewolf! That is almost invincible!

"Go, I'll take you away!" Ding Meng tried to help Dyke up.

"Go away, go away!" As soon as Dyke tried hard, all the blood on his body spewed out: "Don't all die here, the mission has failed, run out!"

The mission failed, and the horror of the steel claw-class werewolf after the rage is definitely not something that any human can resist.

Ding Meng knew the current situation very well. With Dyke, no one could escape, and there was no way to save Dyke from such a heavy injury.

He stood up and shook the pig knife in his handshake: "I will avenge you!"

Dyke smiled sarcastically.

revenge? Who can defeat a werewolf of the steel claw rank? And still a werewolf king?

Ding Meng ran away, and ran with his little bastard.

Seeing Ding Meng’s back, Dyke, who had always been pretending to be strong, finally burst into tears...

"Live, live well..." Deke murmured, taking a look at the lion cub who had been loyally accompanying him: "Farewell, my friend."

At this time, Dr. Lun finally completed the violent evolution:

The Werewolf King of Steel Claw has appeared!

The blood in his throat was still spraying, and he walked towards Dyke step by step with heavy steps...

Ding Meng panted heavily and sat down in a room.

Dyke is dead, Dyke is dead.

He suddenly thought of a very ridiculous question: Why did he want to run away?

What is the penalty for failing this mission? Direct death!

Now that the mission is no longer possible, why should I run away? Why can't you die with Dyke?

Isn't it ridiculous? Fighting is also dead, and mission failure is also dead. Is there a difference? Is there a difference between a few minutes of death early and minutes of death late?

Looking at the time, there is still one hour left before the stipulated eight hours.

This means that there is only one hour left in his life in this world.

He took a potato out of his pocket and threw it to the little bastard, who ate it carelessly and happily.

It won't understand, it will disappear as soon as its owner dies.

When the potatoes were dug out, something in the pocket was taken out.

That is a bottle of medicine.