v4 Chapter 1731： massacre

"Well, stop talking nonsense, as a symbiote you must know two things now."

Watson stretched out **** to the rapids and said solemnly.

"First of all, because of the special physical reasons of your symbiote, it is impossible to benefit from the ‘resurrection match system’ of the arena, because you have not been included in the list of players in the competition, and your own is not an artificial foreign object!"

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"......So, if I die in the game, I really die? You saved me?"

"Isn't it that dumb? As your savior, you need to know where it is, because you can't leave this place temporarily in the future."

"Can't leave?!"

Rapids looked around: "What do you want me to do here."

"A small experiment, of course it's not here. I will give you a different place. Anyway, you can't return to Sakar for the time being. It's not a loss for you, isn't it, and it also allows you to avoid the creature that controls you."

"That's true, but I don't want to stay in a dark place for a long time, it's boring, and can you get me out of Vans?"

Fans? It should be the alien.

"Do you think I can't do such a simple thing with my strength?"

"who are you?"

"...Are you serious?" Watson raised his brows, and Long Wei instantly released and enveloped him.

Watson only released half of Longwei, but Longwei only targeted him, even half of it was enough to make him feel terrified!

However, the facts are completely contrary to what Watson thought.

Rapids blinked, and put a question mark on his face in confusion.

"You don't feel it?"

"How do you feel..."

Watson frowned. Was he immune to Longwei because he was leaning over the Puppy Dragon? That's not right, Xiaolong is also very afraid of his dragon.

That's the point where these symbiotic bodies cannot get Longwei because they are a collective of thoughts?

But why was he afraid of Miraluz before, to the point where he didn't dare to speak.

Watson thought of this, his body suddenly enlarged, dragon scales appeared on his face, his hands turned into sharp claws.

After entering the Dragonization, the rapids moved backwards like a cramp: "Are you the king of the dragon clan?!"

"Nonsense! I said the opening remarks before entering the game!"

"Uh……"

Rapids felt a little embarrassed, and silently retracted his head halfway into Puppy Dragon's body, looking at Watson and said.

"Well, we were very afraid of the silver dragon at the beginning, so we slept in Fansi and didn't dare to come out or spy. We didn't transform until we entered the arena."

"It's not wrong for you to do this, because your host is essentially cheating. If you say artificial intelligence, the rules of the game are acceptable, but your symbiote is essentially a living thing, which is equivalent to your team with eight people.

But I'm very kind, I just turn a blind eye to you.

So, do you understand my first requirement? "

"Understood, as long as you let me ask for his control, I can stay here, but can't it be too long."

"Don't worry, I won't make you bored. I have many ideas for you and me."

Watson finished speaking and stretched out his second finger.

"Tell me the location of your symbiote planet. Explain in advance that I just want to cooperate with you, and don't worry about it, because I want to see the result of your symbiosis with the dragon race.

If it's not good, you don't need to tell me. "

"You mean to allow us to host link with the Dragon Race!?!"

When the rapids heard this, they had forgotten the terrible watson the dragon man, and got out from behind the little dragon in excitement.

"Of course, I know your noble goal. It just so happens that the Dragon Race is not a destroying race. On the contrary, I, the Dragon King, is a peaceful faction (occasionally standing in chaos station), and the entire universe, in terms of physical strength, the Dragon Race is second. No one can be number one! Including the Titans!"

"I agree! No, I accept."

"Very well, come with me."

"Where to go?"

"Time is running out. We will start the experiment now. Didn't you say that you can make the dragon stronger? I will see how strong you can make him stronger.

If it fails, I will talk to the other three symbiotes. "

"The three of them? Compared to me, they are far behind!"

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Snowy mountains.

A battle is going on on the northern hillside... No, it should be said that it is a massacre exhibition match.

"Massacre (starred in friendship with the same name)! Leave one for me!"

"Hahaha, don't pray to me if you are slow~"

A blood-red symbiote full of explosive strength muscles, which is long and slender, passed by quickly, and a full-body wearer's Lv3 ore suit was hit head-on. The player who was bloated like a stone pillar made him rush to the ground.

Immediately after the massacre, he threw his left hand out and transformed into an oversized ice axe in mid-air, which was deeply nailed into the ice. With the help of this force, he drew a circle behind the player and rushed to press it under him again.

The five fingers have been super doubled, turning into a hideous blood claw and inserting his ore helmet underneath. Through the eye window on the helmet, he can clearly see the frightened eyes inside.

Then, a sound that seemed to sharpen a knife on the edge of his soul appeared in his ear.

"What kind of things do you like to be shredded into pieces?"

"Saw? Machete? Serrated knife? Axe? Fruit knife? Awl? Pitchfork?"

The rhythm of the voice is not fast or slow, as if talking about the family, the man's pants in the ore suit were all wet, and even he turned to himself where he was in an ice and snow, which would freeze his second brother.

"Because your armor is anti-beheading, so I recommend Pitchfork, let you feel it?"

"No... don't..."

"Puff~"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

I saw a ‘exquisite’ pitchfork that was changed by the index finger of the slaughter, UU Reading went in from the gap under the ore suit’s shoulder barrier, and then suddenly swelled in his body, and then grew longer!

The sharp pitchfork pierced his left chest cavity to the appendix with no effort.

"I feel it! Do you feel it? Your lungs, your liver, your spleen, they are screaming! It's wonderful~

I can't wait to eat them~! "

Slaughtering his body was like a little girl receiving a gift from her beloved, shaking with excitement.

As for the slaughter, the player didn’t hear it, because the pitchfork in his body had already stirred his large intestines into a mess...

At this time, a thin, tall, silvery-white symbiotic body that was white all over the snow and almost perfectly blended into this piece of snow, appeared in front of the massacre, glanced coldly at the dead player and said.

"Disgusting hobby, slaughter, do you really intend to restrain it?"

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