Chapter 83 Son of the Forest (2)

He could always see the beast.

In the forest of Caliban, on that rocky sandy land, in the quietest and most sultry sparse moonlight without even a sound of wind, the beast existed, breathed, and longed.

It lives in his dreams.

He can see it.

It walked through the low jungle, retracting its sharp claws into the padded soles of its feet. Its thick skin and hair moved freely through the dense net like thorns, just like a calm eel passing through the sea rocks.

Among them, its white belly was almost close to the ground, allowing its two strong hind legs to continue its majestic power, and its hard tail kept shaking left and right, beating the soil under its feet.

It was like this, walking silently in the dense forest, like a dark shadow, exuding a heavy aura of hunger and bloodthirsty.

The huge and exaggerated head emerged from the depths of the dense bushes with a rustling sound. The thick mane wrapped around the fragile neck, almost hanging to the ground. And kissing the ground with these hairs, there was also the

The gurgling saliva exuding a foul odor formed a stream.

This giant beast moved forward in the shadow of the high forest, driven by endless hunger and bloodlust, bringing lingering shadows to countless lands and streams. Wherever it walked, huge shadows covered

With the last light gone, only the pair of fluorescent green pupils exuded the majesty of a predator.

It looked over.

[I do know it, but I am looking forward to your answer, Lord Johnson.]

Urged by some instinct in his heart, he threw the stone far away, and then he discovered his most wonderful tool.

But it still didn't die.

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Zhuang Sen opened his eyes, only to see an endless tide of beasts tearing through the curtain of the deep forest. These bloody flesh-eaters formed an unstoppable wave, and their pupils were all a nihilistic scarlet color.

【What do you want to talk about?】

[This is my responsibility. I gave him a task that he cannot complete. I overestimated his power.]

He pounced on the beast, the king of the deep forest that was huge enough to easily swallow a mortal. It was like a great lion, and also like a giant bear that had awakened. When it stood upright, it might

It's five meters high.

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But it's too late.

As he approached, he could see the turbid pupils created by pure ambition filled with shock, followed by a savage fury. It was the primitive anger of the top carnivore when he was provoked, in the deep forest.

One of the rules to follow in order to survive.

Warmaster.

[I have ordered Asmodeus to cleanse your memory. This order has been issued more than once, but obviously, his ability is not enough to complete such a task. ]

Finally, he raised his head and roared.

Continuous slashing.

Until the sharp rock finally cracked completely on the extremely thick fur and could no longer be used. Holding the remains of the first tool in his hand, he fell into some kind of confusion for a moment.

It is meat.

Johnson took a deep breath.

【Before everything starts, maybe we can have a brief chat.】

【You can choose a more rational puppet.】

He raised his sword and struck.

[If Nemir did not disappoint me, then I should confirm that you were born into the world as a princess of a country. As the daughter of a king, your rhetoric seems extremely pale.]

A hoarse roar came.

The most terrifying force hit the beast, and he punched it selflessly, one punch after another.

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The Primarch's answer was still sarcastic laughter.

Wielding the stone that had just been sharpened, the vaguest instinct in his mind guided him: Make it, lift it, and use it until you see blood flowing everywhere, until there is no more foul-smelling breath, that is safety

symbol of.

[All the education I received from birth was to kill and devour, and nothing else. This is really a pity, Lord Johnson.]

The roar of the beast king echoed in the deep forest, the sounds of twisting and fighting lingered in the valleys one after another, and the towering giant trees collapsed, witnessing the ruthless moonlight from high in the middle of the night to falling down from the sky.

The beast is not dead yet.

He roared, but his face was still as cold as a glacier that would never melt.

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A huge palm that could shatter rocks struck his back, making Zhuang Sen tremble, but he didn't react at all. He just held the sharp stone high, again and again, and again and again.

smashed down.

[I don’t care about your words, your expressions, your lies and deceit, I will get what I want from you.]

He looked at it.

Lift it high.

Zhuang Sen's pupils flashed with light, it was the flames of hunting witches that were burning brightly. For a moment, he couldn't wait to burn something.

[Since the master of the empire can allow the seal bearer to become the actual manager of the empire and the master of all bureaucratic, tax and political events in the world, then when he chooses to return to Holy Terra because of certain things, what will happen?

What reason is there not to entrust the honor and responsibility of the Great Crusade to a truly great commander?]

The fingers wrapped in the gauntlet were bent and gripped the sword blade tightly.

【enough!】

【You peeked into my heart.】

It's hungry.

【So……】

The lion narrowed his pupils. He stood his sword on the ground and stood about ten meters away from the strange beast. This was an extremely suitable position for taking action and retreating.

He tore through the thick mane and bit into the softest throat. The smelly hair flowed into his throat along with the sweet blood. His pupils couldn't help but light up, and they also glowed.

green.

But despite this, the giant beast still did not die.

Just when the laughter stopped, Zhuang Sen's eyes couldn't help but filled with vicious hatred, because he was witnessing a rather blasphemous scene.

【Everyone will consider this a great honor and a self-evident status.】

The spider girl continued to speak, and for a moment it was unclear whether it was the corpse of the spider that was making the sound, but the simple shadow girl was exuding her own will, or perhaps it was just a powerful psychic power that made the voice cross the line.

Passing through countless dimensions and spaces, it came together with the faint chirping of birds on the skyline.

This is a valley, a pit of bones, and the most efficient hunting net.

Zhuang Sen was silent.

He can't stop.

[If you can only use some makeshift words to maintain the so-called riddle in your mind, then this conversation will end at this moment. My psychic consultant, you know my attitude.]

【I am not Magnus.】

Jonson remembered it all.

[But the most silent dedication, the strongest will, the strongest ability...]

Cut.

Not them.

Two laughters echoed in the deep forest at the same time, one was as cold as an iceberg, and the other was as hoarse as a beast.

【Literal meaning, Your Excellency.】

This word made Zhuang Sen's brows furrow.

【I did come alone.】

【Warmaster...】

life.

[But will there be true loyalists? Seeing that what this position requires is not the so-called unlimited scenery...]

[There is a difference between kings, Lord Zhuangson, some kings just want to use everything in their hands to make every piece of land in their sight start to burn. 】

He is laughing.

Zhuang Sen was silent.
To be continued...