Isolated city in the great wilderness
The man had a dream.
She dread that she had just broken free from a long nightmare.
The sun was like a wave, washing away his curled up body that was covered in cold sweat.
"Daddy, lazy bum, wake up!"
A chubby little girl squatted by his bed and chuckled. She even tugged at his beard.
the sun is already shining on my butt!
The little girl's appearance was a little unfamiliar.
The man still smiled subconsciously. He reached out his scarred palm and wanted to rub the little girl's hair.
The little girl giggled and dodged, but she pounced on the man again and kissed him on the cheek.
The man suddenly felt a burning pain on his cheek.
This dream was too wonderful.
Even though he instinctively realized that sothing was wrong, the man was still greedy for the sweet, soft, and warm feeling like marshmallow. He closed his eyes and hugged his daughter, unwilling to wake up for a long ti.
Until his daughter kissed him on the face again and again.
The needle-like stabbing pain turned into a severe pain of acid erosion, as if the whole piece of flesh from his cheek to his neck was about to be torn off by his daughter. The man opened his eyes reluctantly.
He saw a pair of Scarlet, huge, and charcoal-like eyeballs in his daughter's eye sockets.
On his pink, round face, there was hair that was even denser and sharper than his beard.
Its cherry-like mouth was constantly torn to the sides, revealing crisscrossing fangs.
Suspicious pieces of flesh and broken bones were embedded in the gaps between the fangs.
Behind the fangs, a nauseating stench spurted out from the depths of his daughter's dark throat.
A long tongue full of thorns slithered out from between the fangs, licking or tearing at the man's face back and forth. It had already licked off his skin and flesh, revealing the White bones.
The pain made the man instantly sober up.
He realized that the one licking him was a demonic beast called "hell Wolf."
The nether wolves were ferocious dogs of war from the blood demon sector.
It looked like a fusion of a Wolf and a Spider.
It had the ability to shoot out sticky spider silk and bind its prey.
Its terrifying bite force could also penetrate the light mustard-seed combat suit of the federal Army.
On the man's body, not to ntion a mustard suit, he didn't even have the most common stab-proof combat suit.
Even though his heart was in turmoil.
The man didn't show any of it.
He endured the pain and continued to maintain the state of suspended animation.
Even though the flesh on his face had been licked clean by the nether wolves, he did not even move a single finger.
"That damned explosion.
"I'm seriously injured. I was unconscious for at least a few hours.
five of his ribs are broken. Many of his internal organs are showing signs of contusions and even bleeding. His spiritual energy is mostly consud. He doesn't have any magical equipnt that he can use.
"If we counterattack now, our chances of winning are zero."
The man was very sure that the hell wolves treated him as a corpse, so he did not waste the precious sticky spider silk.
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He was still holding the thunderclap-1 explosive arrow gun in his hand!
The man's heart beat faster.
His teeth were deeply embedded in his lips as he tried his best to control his breathing and the twitching of his facial muscles.
Whether it was his calf that was torn into a bloody ss by the nether wolves, or his back that was embedded with a large amount of shrapnel and broken bones in the process of dragging.
He didn't even blink.
Only his pupils, which had shrunk to the size of needle tips, were fixed on the storm bolter.
Finally-
When the hell wolves dragged the man to the side of the corpse, a bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, and deafening Thunder rumbled.
Taking advantage of the nether Wolf's attention being slightly attracted by the lightning, the man was like a spring that had been compressed to its limit. He ignored the intense pain of the flesh and bone separating from his calf and leaped towards the corpse, trying to grab the explosive rivergun in his hand.
Unfortunately, the soldiers of the federal Army, who had been dead for a long ti, were holding the storm bolters too tightly.
It took the man half a second before he pried the soldier's fingers away and grabbed the storm bolter.
Without waiting for him to turn the muzzle, the nether Wolf reacted and let go of his calf. With a " swish
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