...Fight. The word is applicable in many cases. Of course, as suitable for it, the "battlefield" can also be not limited to a real place of flesh and blood fighting. For example, now, a big chuáng, which was once covered with white sheets, has been ravaged into a battle scene filled with chaos and strong physical odor.

Lying on the large chuáng made of heavy logs and a length of more than three meters, Bergson leaned on his head and looked at the dark sky outside the window in a daze. The fire, which was still completely extinguished by the wall, burning slightly, and a light red color appeared on the surface of his dark pupils. He could not feel the surging heat, but there was a calmness that was gradually becoming cold.

The sheets laid on the big chuáng have been torn to pieces, and in the strangely shaped burr, cotton or soft bodies filled in them are drawn. The pillow is thrown to the ground, and there are two thick ropes that were originally used to tie a woman's wrist to the slightly forward part, leaving a large pool of sticky and smooth liquid, emitting a pungent and choking smell.

Woman, lying beside her.

To be precise, he should have snuggled beside him and curled up in the bed like a kitten.

However, no matter from any aspect, her fat body is not related to a flexible and agile animal like a "cat". If you have to use a living creature in nature as an analogy, it is more like a thick, round and lazy adult seal, or a sow who is just full and sleeping happily in the trough.

"You are so powerful, much better than my devil man~

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The woman leaned on Bergson's arm with satisfaction and sighed in a sweet and glutinous voice that pretended to be angry: "I never dreamed that there was a man who could make me so comfortable."

That was indeed crazy beyond imagination.

The woman only felt that she was being repeatedly forged by a 10,000-ton water press, and was constantly rounded, kneaded, squeezed and deformed, and pulled back the original mud. The violent impact, coupled with the strength as a rushing like an oil well drill, felt that she was thrown high and fell heavily to the ground, without any possibility of struggle. For more than two hours, this man with lizard eyes didn't care about his feelings at all, and only knew how to ask for it wildly and wildly. The rapid and strong frequency did not slow down at all, and the various huā patterns and postures that were constantly renovated 1

It is beyond your imagination. People only feel that the double tui is bent and beaten to the extreme, and even now it cannot be closed. The surface of the skin that has been worn out is even more painful and tingling.

The reason why he was full of anger when he was captured was entirely because of the death of his husband. For a long time, only that man was his only partner. He was indeed strong enough to meet his needs to a certain extent.

It is not difficult to understand this so-called love~

If you can change your aesthetic view, "Take off your clothes and serve a sow in a very comfortable manner on Chuáng, you can also get absolutely loyalty. However, the man who can truly do this is very small.

Even if you really have the courage to sleep in that picture, you must first consider whether you have enough strong body and energy to fill the terrible trap that is even deeper than a bottomless pit.

In fact, even Bergson himself was surprised. The modified body was so powerful that it was terrifyingly strong in this regard. Previously, none of the women who were sleeping with him could live until dawn.

Although the woman around her looks do not meet human aesthetics at all, she is the object of the lizard gene selection in her body. She is very strong, really strong.

Bergson sat upright, took the battle suit on the chair next to him, reached out and searched in his pocket for a long time, but couldn't find the cigarette he wanted. After searching all the pockets one by one, he finally found a wrinkled empty cigarette box in the side bag of his shirt.

Shaking his head, he rubbed the cigarette box hard and threw it hard to the corner of the house. He rubbed his hands without any odor, his eyes began to look to the left and right, searching for the furious decorations in the house. Yu, after being released, what he needs most now is a cigarette that can refresh his mind and relieve fatigue.

Expectations are often shrouded in disappointment. Apart from the furniture in the big chuáng house where you are lying, there are only two chairs. If you have to evaluate everything you can see with your naked eyes according to the law of value, the most valuable one is probably the high-elastic combat suit that you took off from yourself.

Bergson finally gave up on the idea of ​​relieving fatigue through external stings. He leaned his body towards his head, rubbed the sore sun with his thumbs and asked extremely coldly: What's the name?"

This is the first woman who was not killed by himself after undergoing physical transformation. While he was quite surprised, he also felt a sense of inexplicable loss in his heart. Naturally, he also wanted to know the specific name of the other party.

The woman obviously did not notice the change in thinking of the man beside her. She turned over and knelt next to Bergson, spread his hands without hesitation, and pressed his head hard with two thick and fleshy palms. This sudden change made Bergson stunned, and then felt an indescribable soothing from his head. He slowly put down his right arm that had been raised and was about to swing heavily, closed his eyes, and silently enjoying the slow spread from both sides of his head, with extremely rhythmic pressure.

"My name is Bertha."

The woman's voice was very sweet, and it was obviously mixed with the pretended weak ingredients. Her fingers were short, thick and fat, as if she was filled with fresh sausages with silt. The long-term lack of water caused her to emit a strong smell of sweat and body odor. If it were the case in the past, Bergson would definitely kick her off with one foot. However, the pleasure and ease produced by the massage nerves are enough to offset the double attacks caused by smell and vision.

Can the genes of humans and lizards be completely integrated? I'm afraid even the Joint Doctors Association cannot guarantee this. After undergoing the modification surgery, Bergson will always be troubled by inexplicable headaches and tension. According to the doctors, this should be a manifestation of discomfort caused by the intermingling of two biological traits. After all, meat, rest, and transformation is different from direct injection of enhancement agents. Although Bergson already has powerful power equivalent to intermediate parasites, he is not a real parasite after all. He only has power, but does not have the corresponding speed and thinking reaction.

He is still an ordinary person, except for his swelling muscles and vision that is far beyond ordinary people, the rest of the parts are no different from before the transformation.

Biomedicine has this common point in many places. The United Doctors Association has no connection with Land Walker, and they do not know their respective research directions, but they have amazing similar insights in the field of biological transformation technology. The only difference is that Land Walker has mastered and has extremely rich experience in artificial nerves and strengthening Moujie, and has even fully launched a plan for quantitative transformation of ordinary people. 1. The United Doctors Association has chosen another completely different research approach. They did not regard humans as a single target object, but fused other organisms to achieve the goal of gaining stronger strength and speed.

Both are transformed based on humans, and Land Walker's method is obviously more stable, and his role in transforming individuals has been slowed down to an almost unlimited level. However, the Joint Doctors Association has never considered this aspect. They perform surgery simply for short-term benefits. Of course, they cannot compare good and evil to both parties because of their different focus.

After all, the living experimental materials of the Joint Doctors Association have a wide range of sources and there is no need to bear a series of consequences of failure in the transformation or death of the receptor on the spot. This has led to the increasing rejection reaction of Bergson's body, and simple drug treatment will not have enough effect at all.

"Let's go with me after dawn!"

Bergson said indifferently. His eyes were slightly closed, and there was no change in expression on his face.

“Where to go?”

The woman asked subconsciously.

"Don't worry! It won't let you go hungry, nor will it let you get frozen."

Bergson opened his eyes casually and reached out to squeeze the woman's fat belly full of fat.

The conflict between the "Sword of God" and the Dragon Teng Empire has been ongoing. Who doesn't know when this war will last. The battle between each settlement, the attacks, killings and plunders between strategic areas. For example, the village where we are currently located has changed hands three times in the battle between the two sides in two months. Although the current occupier is the sect, no one can guarantee that this situation will continue forever. After all, neither side has enough military power to control the marginal areas, and can only exchange wins and losses in the process of killing.

The reason why I wanted to take this woman away was not that Bergson's dead and silent heart suddenly burst into words like "love". He just felt that this woman was of some use to him. Or because she could truly satisfy herself. In short, since she had not been fucked to death, she naturally had a reason to survive.

An eighty-heavy mortar shell drew a hidden arc in the night sky, and fell accurately in the fire in the village center, which was regarded as the main venue of the barbecue dinner by the armed monks, and then exploded. A wave of flesh and blood shattered by violent energy capsules instantly spread out in the air and turned into fireballs full of death terror, rising and rolling upwards towards the sky. The flames rolled and swallowed, and the darkness and dazzling red entangled each other to form a choking and thick smoke, which spread everywhere.

Dozens of shells fell one after another. The terrifying high temperature and impact bo instantly swept the entire village. The armed monks who were waiting outside the house to participate in the human feast had no time to escape from the explosion and were immediately swept into the core of the fire wave. Some soldiers who were quick to escape from the fire circle were raised high by the impact energy and fell heavily on the ground like a broken puppet. Screaming, roaring, begging, shēn, and crying. Everyone was using their own different methods, showing their strongest wishes in their inner world at this moment without reservation.

Black figures rushed over from the rocks outside the village, as if the sharp sickle of the god of death was swinging high, frantically catching all the lives encountered on the road ahead. Their attacks were violent and rapid, and they did not give their opponents a chance to react or resist. They were straightforward and bloody and cruel.

An armed monk who looked about forty suddenly jumped out of the room and took the initiative to meet a black shadow closest to him. Just judged by speed and the fierce force of waving his fists. He had at least a powerful force equivalent to a level 4 evolutionary person. Without any verbal lyrics, he had a heavy punch directly to the left of the black shadow with violent indifference and rushing speed. The fist had not touched the other party, but suddenly saw a young man flickering in the shadow's head under the light of the fire in the distance.

g Face. He smiled faintly at himself. Before the monk could experience the meaning that the other party wanted to express from this strange expression, he suddenly felt like he was hit by a heavy truck flying towards him. With the extremely crisp sound of bone cracks, he suddenly flew backwards backwards like weightlessness. He hit the exterior wall of the side house heavily, smashing a thick wall made of rocks into a concave and shallow pit visible to the naked eye. It took nearly five seconds to lose adhesion and balance, and tilted from the wall to the ground.

The monk's mind was numb and his body had no sense at all. He tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart. He struggled to look down and found that his entire xiong mouth had completely exploded, and a circular depression that was like a meteorite hit the ground. The skin and muscles split from the surroundings, and the ribs supporting the xiong were broken. From the perspective of his half-lying, he could clearly see the alveoli that was stretching and expanding with his breath, and the heart covered with dust and dirt on the surface.

,You actually...

...It's a star, a parasite."

His eyes were filled with incredible fear. Every time he said a word, a large mass of thick blood mixed with scattered internal organs would surge out of his slightly opened mouth. It was only now that he could truly judge that the black shadow standing in front of him was the most terrifying existence that he could not match.

Zhou Hao looked at the dying monk with expressionless face and directly smashed into the other party's mouth. His right half was bleeding, and he hummed without saying a word, and his left hand mopped the pistol from his back, aimed at the frightened and desperate eyes lying on the ground, and pulled the trigger heavily.

There were only twenty imperial guards involved in the battle, including himself. These people were elite soldiers selected from various legions through battles. The average strength was based on the initial parasite and the bottom line, and the fastest speed was that there was no problem in killing the armed monks who had just captured the village.

Lin Xiang once said that the future of mankind will eventually be dominated by psychics.

The absolute main force of war is no longer an army composed of ordinary people, but an evolutionary group with absolute advantages in physical traits. It should be admitted that technology can indeed suppress evolutionary people to a certain extent, but there is almost no countermeasure effect on parasites. Perhaps, in the distant future, human science will develop to remarkable heights, and more powerful advanced weapons will be developed successfully. But as far as the current situation is concerned, ordinary guns are still not opponents of the virus. Whoever has more advanced evolving people can gain absolute control.

This is also the real reason why the Joint Doctors Association is willing to conduct technical cooperation with the "Sword of God". The "neutrality" advocated by the Josephine era has been completely broken by the rebels. They want to get more benefits and power, but find that they can't even come up with enough chips.

It takes quite a long time to naturally transform from an evolutionary human to a parasite. Well, the only way to break this invisible checks and balances in the short term is to transform.

Doctors, after all, are doctors.

This coincides with Sutter Land Walker's view.

Zhou Hao strode into the village, facing another panicked armed monk, kicked the opponent hard and flipped a few times in the air, threw him to the ground, and died on the spot.

Looking at the night sky with a strange blood-red light shining out by the fire, he exhaled a turbid breath from the xiong, like a giant god who was defeated without ears, bursting out enough for everyone to hear it, deafening thunderous roar.

, "Kill them all, for the sake of the emperor

The pain, severe, unbearable pain, was like a leech drilling deep into the body, attached to the spine, desperately sucking the delicious texture in the tubular space.

Bergson lay on the ground and gasped. His face was pale, and the pain and anger made his body tremble. However, he did not dare to move at all, so he could only lie on the ground, disguised as a stiff corpse.

The counterattack from the empire was as rapid as thunder. No more than half an hour ago, the armed monks under his command had been killed or injured by more than 90%. The imperial imperial guards wearing black uniforms and golden wings in front of them were simply fighting machines filled with energy. They killed all opponents who dared to resist like they destroyed their lives, and even rarely used firearms, but directly used their fists and bodies to give the opponent more severe death damage than ammunition explosion.
Chapter completed!