2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"boom!"

Gunshots fired.

Black-purple bullets were fired from the barrel of the gun, flying towards the fleeing Black Winged Ghost at three times the speed of sound.

Under the influence of the wind field, humans suddenly appeared in mid-air, guns flew into the air from the woods, and bullets shot from the muzzles of the guns. All these things were sensed by the Black Winged Ghost, so they took action early. Avoidance action.

However, it was seriously injured after all, and suffered a heavy blow to the head. Its reaction was slower than usual, and it could only barely turn its body over in the air.

But it's no use.

Even if it is not injured, or even in its prime, it is useless to dodge to the side for several meters or even ten meters in such a short period of time.

This is a group of the smartest people on the planet working together to develop weapons specifically for it and its kin. As long as it is within a range of 200 meters, it will definitely hit, and there is no second possibility.

After the black-purple bullet flew nearly a hundred meters, the seemingly integrated shell shattered without warning, and a group of silver-white silk threads the size of a finger spread out in the wind, and then disappeared... No, it didn't disappear. They were so thin that they were almost impossible to see clearly. They turned into a mass of wide and messy lines, like spider webs blown away by the wind from among the dark branches.

You can still vaguely see it one second, and disappear the next second. Blinking his eyes, he could vaguely see what seemed to be a few thin lines reflecting sunlight.

The black-winged ghost flapped its wings one last time, and the next moment its body shrank together unnaturally, falling to the ground like a meteor.

"Well done!" A familiar voice sounded.

Chang Ping and Chang An were both startled and looked out, only to see Yan Muyun jumping out of nowhere and rushing towards the direction of the Black Winged Ghost's fall with excitement on his face.

what happened? Didn't this guy have his stomach pierced? How come you are alive and kicking again in the blink of an eye?

Before the series of questions in the brothers' minds disappeared, an even greater shock unfolded before their eyes.

In the process of falling, Yan Muyun's body expanded rapidly, and in an instant he turned into a humanoid monster with flames burning all over his body, black rock armor on his body, two horns on his head, and four arms.

While the monster was roaring, its two upper arms were swinging like hot wheels, and it crashed heavily into the woods below.

...

"go to hell!"

Yan Muyun's wild laughter was low and hoarse, as if coming from hell. A pair of iron fists wrapped in blazing flames dragged out long tail flames in the air, and hit the black-winged ghost struggling on the ground like a heavy hammer.

The black-winged ghost let out a piercing scream in horror, flapped the six wings on its back desperately, and rolled over ten meters to the side with its whole body entangled in silk threads.

"boom!"

The meteor fell to the ground, and the center erupted with enough light and heat to melt steel. The flames covered the sky with dust, covering dozens of meters in radius.

The smoke and dust dispersed with the wind. It was more than three meters high and covered with flames. The red monster, which looked like a demon crawling out of hell, was already straddling the black-winged ghost. Two muscular arms held it firmly to the ground. .

If caught by a Molten Demon of the same level and dragged into a close combat, the Black Winged Ghost would basically have no power to fight back and would only be pressed and beaten throughout the process.

Yan Muyun held down the ugly monster's head with both hands, lowered his head, and slowly opened his mouth. The next moment, scorching hot magma spurted out from his mouth. The amount was like a bucket of water that was about to overflow and poured down, soaking the Black Winged Ghost's head, neck and shoulders in an instant.

However, at this moment, the two of them heard Muyun ask curiously: "Is your power teleportation?"

"Now, be my nourishment."

"But Molten Demon doesn't have that strong recovery power..."

"Hi." Yan Muyun waved to greet the two of them, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

There was a huge muffled sound. It was because the damaged eyeball of the Black Winged Ghost could not bear such a heavy load and exploded on its own.

Yan Muyun stopped thinking about it, rubbed his belly, and said with a silly smile, "What, is there anything to eat in the car? I'm so hungry right now that I could swallow a cow alive."

The thunderbolt, which was as thick as an adult's arm, hit Yan Muyun's chest impartially. The huge impact caused his upper body to lean back and almost roll off the Black Winged Ghost's body. The two red arms under his sides grabbed the two wings of the black-winged ghost, preventing him from being knocked to the ground.

Yan Muyun let go of his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth. The half-charred skull hit the ground, stirring up small pieces of dust.

"Ho ho ho..." Yan Muyun let out a villain's laugh.

Black-purple blood spurted out all over the sky, and the black-winged ghost let out a sharp and piercing scream of pain.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!"

"Can you become a mutant?" As commissioners of the Special Branch, Chang Ping and Chang An are very familiar with all kinds of mutants. The opponent had transformed into a red monster with a sense of familiarity, and almost all of its characteristics matched those of the Molten Demon.

"It's numb and tingling, quite comfortable." Yan Muyun's evil smile was like a demonic sound transmitted from the Nine Netherworld to the human world.

What's more, this black-winged ghost was hit head-on by a special bullet, and all three pairs of wings and legs were restrained. If it could have had a minute or two to breathe, it wouldn't have been impossible to break free, but an unreasonable beast rushed up right behind it.

The black-winged ghost could no longer make any sound, and its broken body trembled violently twice for the last time, and soon became completely silent.

Chang Ping glanced at his belly subconsciously, and then exclaimed: "You...what is your superpower? I clearly saw you were seriously injured..."

However, in the next second, the blackened hard skin peeled off on its own, and new red flesh slowly grew.

Changping turned his head and pointed at his nose: "Me?"

If you are not particularly familiar with it, it would be inappropriate to ask others about their abilities. What's more, the other party was a special seedling specially sent by Chenjing Academy, and his personal information didn't even reveal much information about his abilities.

In terms of strength and physique alone, the Black Winged Ghost is far inferior to the Molten Demon.

"Don't ask." Chang'an patted his brother on the shoulder and winked.

After a few seconds, the numbness from the thunder and lightning subsided. He roared angrily, and a burst of dazzling red fire burst out from the palms of his two arms at the same time. With a sudden force, he actually tore off the two wings of the Black Winged Ghost!

On the other hand, the humanoid molten demon riding on it had the dark rock armor on its left chest shattered, revealing its charred flesh and blood, and it looked like it was badly injured.

When Chang Ping and Chang An arrived, they only saw a deep pit filled with charred trees. In the center lay the broken body of the Black Winged Ghost, and a young man wearing a leaf skirt next to him who looked like Tarzan.

"Yes, I saw you suddenly appeared in mid-air..."

...

If the opponent's power is really teleportation, then space power is too common. I seem to have seen no less than four people with such powers. Obviously in some novels and movies with supernatural themes, the space system is extremely rare, so why are they as common as cabbage around me...

"Strictly speaking, not really." Chang Ping shook his head and then remained silent.

"boom!"

"You should have guessed it" Yan Muyun smiled.

"Shut up! You are so...too noisy!"

Yan Muyun raised his right arm high, and Black Rock slowly formed a heavy hammer like a siege log on his fist. He was about to smash it down, but he didn't expect that the black-winged ghost still had the strength to fight back. His right hand protruded like a goldfish. The eyes suddenly emitted a dazzling blue-purple light.

"Oh." Seeing that the other party was unwilling to elaborate, Yan Muyun didn't care and let out a long "Oh."