Steel steam and flame

Moving almost out of thin air, the impact of his legs caused the ground to sink almost half a meter. Some shallow tree roots lifted up from the soil, broke and spurted out fresh juice.

With his feet touching the ground more than ten meters away, Cassia grabbed the two people who were rushing towards them on the way. When he broke their necks, he overlapped them and used them as a bulletproof plate to block several explosive crossbows fired by the enemy. There was no time to breathe, and the two corpses exploded in front of him, spraying blood mist and bright red fragments. The wind pressing against him made Cassia retreat again, and then, a stream of light passed through the body in front of him without any hindrance, cutting it into two pieces.

"Boom!" Cassia grabbed the steel shell bomb and used it as an iron ball. The hit body rushed forward with great force. A stream of light intertwined into a net, and the hard bones in it turned into rotten wood, and were cut open by the stream of light. Without any sound, it just turned into pieces and scattered. Even the steel-cased bombs were broken into pieces by this level of sharpness.

"簌..." A pair of arms that were obviously two or three times larger than humans fanned forward the scattered corpses. Then the air exploded, and the sound appeared, and something like a bird's wings suddenly passed through the corpse. Covered by blocks, it suddenly exploded towards Cassia's heart at the speed of sound.

The body twisted instinctively, but the speed of the wings and Cassia's dynamic power could only capture a blurry shadow. With the loud sound, Cassia's back bulged slightly, and her clothes swelled up after the power was transferred. The existing crack was completely torn open, and a piece of clothes flew behind her. In front of him, the enemy captain was already sprinting. He had lost his human appearance. His body had become larger laterally. His skin was covered with a layer of fine gray hair, and there were some birds on his arms, legs, and body. A smaller version of the wing-like object that only exists.

Werewolf? Cassia's subconscious reaction, the opponent's eyes, the face full of fluttering hair, and the silver-white claws on the front of the hands and feet all illustrate the enemy's state. Similar to the ability to scale, it can change its own appearance. Is this a surgical development that only exists in the Flame Alliance, a country that is extremely close to nature and second-class creatures?

There was no room for deep thinking, and the air was pressing against Cassia again at this moment. Osnia would not give the enemy any chance at all. The changed body shape has almost doubled his strength and speed, and he can travel several meters away without even blinking. He was running like a wall made of steel, and the silver-white claws on his crossed hands were still increasing in length.

As Osnia landed on one foot, his entire ankle sank into the ground. His body suddenly tilted back, as if he were unfolding his solid chest. While using his maximum strength to pull his hands apart, the other foot He also kicked Cassia's lower body with a rapid kick.

"Cang!" The two feet collided together, and the fallen leaves around them were blown away by the compressed and explosive air. There was a brief pause in the smooth movements of the body. The moment Osnia looked forward, a gray wing nailed to the enemy's chest occupied almost half of his field of vision. Then, there was a piece of gray-black skin on the enemy's chest that had turned into a palm-sized patch.

"Poison is ineffective?" This thought flashed through Osnia's mind. Immediately, he had the impression that the sharp claws that were supposed to cut the enemy into two pieces could only scratch the skin on the enemy's waist. His hands were tightly clamped by the enemy, and the cyan blood flowing out from the wound was... At that time, less than half of the sharp claws had been corroded.

"Huh..." Osnia breathed out, and his arms covered with gray hair began to squirm. The next moment, they expanded again. While countless blood vessels bulged, the sharp claws on his hands immediately grew, continuously, and all of a sudden It actually exceeded the corrosion rate of cyan blood. But even though the arms have swelled, they still can't spread a little distance, and there is even a tendency to close them into a hug at this moment.

The legs that touched each other were still stuck together at this moment, with no tendency to separate at all. But after a short period of time, Osnia felt that whether it was his hands or the feet he wanted to kick towards the enemy, he was at a disadvantage in the strength competition.

He didn't dare to drag it on, even though there were still his men around him, but at such a close range, Osnia could feel that even in this situation, the enemy still continued the sonic attack. His body suddenly jumped into the air, and his last foot was instantly raised and kicked forward. But Cassia has the same idea. If there are no people around, he can completely lock the enemy, tear off the enemy's arm bit by bit with just strength, and even at close range, use directional high-frequency sound waves to penetrate the opponent's eyes and reach the brain. Opportunity.

The two raised the other foot at the same time. In the small space, observing each other's intentions, the two changed the direction of kicking their feet at the same time, and met in mid-air.

"Boom!" The collision of his feet was like a heavy truck hitting each other. When Cassia let go of his hands, his body had already stretched out, watching the two intersecting streams of light intersecting within a centimeter or two of his body like scissors.

The next moment, the two of them separated at the same time. When the impact and counter-shock force traveled through the body, Cassia twisted in the air and faced the ground with a palm, and landed steadily on the ground a meter or two later. The next second, Cassia was already several meters away. High-frequency sound waves stirred up again. Amidst the sound of bones shattering, several people were knocked several meters away by the steel-cased bombs. At this moment, Cassia has lost interest in pulling the ring. The steel-cased bomb used as an iron ball is obviously much easier to use.

Osnia rolled on the ground once or twice before turning over. Looking at the finger prints left when his wrist was clamped, it was hard for him to imagine that his enemy's arms, which were several times smaller than his own, could have such huge power. Catching the enemies still moving around, he chased after them again. The rest of the team's numbers were dwindling too quickly.

The wolf's flexibility has been enhanced several times by Osnia. His body may seem bulky, but he is the only one among the twenty or so people around him who can keep up with Cassia.

The distance was quickly shortened, Osnia controlled the growth of sharp claws, and the waving arm became a cutting machine, and corpses and ancient trees were all chopped open on its path. But all the attacks grazed the enemy's body, and some scratched the skin. However, the red blood scab on the enemy's waist wound just now showed that this kind of injury was completely ineffective against it.

"Wow!" Among the few remaining members, a few second-stage members spit out large mouthfuls of blood. The vertical pupils in Osnia's eyes condensed slightly, and after moving rapidly for several meters, his body expanded half a circle again. Every step left deep footprints and pits on the ground. His speed exceeding the enemy allowed him to approach the enemy more quickly. But in his sight, the enemy who happened to chop off one of his men with a palm suddenly stopped and turned around.

That's a smile! This thought shook Osnia's brain like an explosion. What had he missed? Before he could react, Cassia rushed into the enemy and threw all the steel-cased bombs that exploded. Although the position was slightly shifted, there was one right on the path Osnia was heading toward, and it was close enough.

The next moment, his vision was blocked by the shimmering light, mud and smoke, and his ears were filled with the roar of explosions, just like the explosion in his head. Losing the enemy's figure in a short moment, Osnia immediately stopped his body without any hesitation. While retracting his hands, he twisted and shot to the side.

The field of vision became torn as the body twisted. In the tearable picture, Osnia saw the smoke of the explosion rolling. For a short moment, it was as if the smoke had never appeared when it started rolling. A fist broke through the smoke, Appearing out of thin air, the torn scene was suddenly reorganized and frozen.

Osnia twisted his neck to avoid the impact of the fist. At the same time, he raised his nearest arm to block, and with his other hand, he formed a cone shape and thrust it in the direction of the fist. But the sudden shock was transmitted from his abdomen to his whole body without any time interval.

His mouth opened uncontrollably and blood spurted out. Osnia looked at the messed up smoke in confusion as to why it was getting further and further away from him at this moment.

The next moment, a transparent channel appeared in the smoke. Osnia's pupils shrank extremely, and he lowered his head instinctively. A mass of skin on the back of his head immediately turned into fragments. At this time, he himself hit an ancient tree more than ten meters away. . He vomited out a large mouthful of blood again due to the shock, and the sound of explosive gunshots reached Osnia's ears at the same time. His heart exploded, and his muscles and blood sprayed. In the end, the six warheads failed to penetrate the chest and only exploded a bright red muscle pit.

After quickly stabilizing his body, Osnia realized at this moment that the enemy's punch just now was just a feint. The real attack was a horizontal kick, which directly broke three or four of his ribs through the buffer of several layers of muscles.

"Huh..." During the short period of thinking, the air completely pressed against Osnia, and Cassia flew to her side at this moment.

The air trembled rapidly, and the hair on Osnia's body fell backwards, and his thinking tended to be temporarily interrupted. However, his vision was not affected by the high-frequency sound waves. A stream of light flashed by, but it was suddenly interrupted in the middle. A palm accurately clamped his wrist, and with an unconscious "click" sound, a fist had already hit it. armpit.

Osnia's body fell to the side, and he watched the muscles on his shoulders break through the skin, layer by layer, revealing the white bones. The next moment, the muscles that were still connected to the shoulder immediately tightened, and Osnia felt that he was being pulled into the enemy's arms. The enemy punched his arm off and quickly retracted his hand. At this moment, he was holding a tactical knife. .

"Ding!" The tactical knife disconnected in response, and the air exploded simultaneously. When a blood mist filled the air for several meters, a stream of shadow shot out and quickly lost its shadow. Immediately, light machine guns fired, punching a row of holes in the blood mist. Scattered gunshots were like the last unwilling roar, all poured into the blood mist, until there was no more flame spray from the muzzle, but the remaining dozen or so members still pressed the trigger.

The blood mist began to roll after the gunfire disappeared, and the air was like a tide, constantly expanding and contracting with the blood mist as the center.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

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The dozen or so members all heard their own heartbeats at this moment. It had never been so clear before. The sound was as real as if their hearts would burst in the next moment. The dizziness in their heads increased. A dozen members vomited out large mouthfuls of blood, and their unbalanced bodies finally collapsed. In their blurred vision, they saw a monster covered in scales walking out of the blood mist, holding a huge arm with a sharp fracture in one hand, and the handle of a tactical knife that was tightly grasped and deformed in the other. However, there are nearly twenty gray wings stuck on the scales all over the body, some of which are half submerged, and some of which are only shallowly embedded in the body.

This was the last thing they saw, and their consciousness fell into darkness.

There was a brief silence here, but it only lasted for a second or two. Then sporadic gunshots rang out, and after a few breaths, a graveyard-like silence fell, guarding the corpses with all their heads exploded.

,,,,,,,

"All come back! All come back! Come back quickly!"

"Ha,,,huhu,,,huhu,,,"

"Transfer to the support team immediately! No! No! Transfer to the headquarters! Immediately!"

"It takes...it takes half a minute..." The other person was frightened by the roaring voice and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Tell them, tell the headquarters, tell the support team that I am in mortal danger and need the fastest rescue. I need..."

",,,,,,,,"

"Sir? Lord Osnia?" The words coming from the communicator became the underlying sound of the surrounding environment. As the communicator fell to the ground, the questioning voice also rotted away like a dead leaf.

Osnia stood there, with wounds all over his body oozing out a lot of blood because of his brief absence. The gray wings on the arms, legs, and various parts of the body have disappeared, replaced by lumps of flesh and blood the size of thumbs.

The vertical pupils formed a line, and Osnia stood there, letting the blood drip from his body. The surroundings were very quiet, and the sound of blood dripping on the dead leaves could be heard clearly. Osnia then slowly turned his head, looked around, and finally remembered something. Shaking his whole body, he raised his head, only to see a dormant mass on a main branch of the ancient tree about ten meters high in front of him. The bat-like object hangs upside down.

It was more like a silkworm chrysalis, rolled up into a ball, reflecting the cold light, and fixed on the ancient tree trunk by a thick rope-like object covered with barbs.

I don’t know when it was, maybe I’ve been waiting here for a long time, I don’t know.

While thinking, Osnia watched as the chrysalis-like object loosened its grip and fell freely from about ten meters away. After being blown away among the dead leaves, as if it had broken open a silkworm chrysalis and turned into a moth, a figure slowly stood upright and stretched out one of his hands. The pure black palm, which was also covered with scales, was currently holding a thick, severed arm.

"Ah,,,,," Osnia roared in fear, but failed to startle anything in the forest that had long since escaped due to the cleaning mission.

"My Lord? Lord Osnia! Please speak! Lord Osnia!"

"Zizzizizi,,,"