Monster Paradise

Busby's aim is not to kill Lin Huang, but to capture him alive.

As a close-knit insect guard to the Queen, he knew very well that the ultimate elite was bred and that the material had to be living.

Although the royal family can also conceive of the descendants of worms from a variety of corpses. However, the memory and inheritance retained are quite limited and unlikely to produce the ultimate elite compared to live physical pregnancy.

In Busby's view, Lin Huang is undoubtedly the finest fertility material in the entire gravel world.

Even if Lin Huangdao broke his identity, his heart was quite angry, but he never wanted to kill Lin Huangdao. Anyway, all you have to do is get him back alive and let the Empress get pregnant, and these secrets will naturally never be revealed again.

His strike seemed swift and harsh. In fact, he was extremely proportionate, just to catch Lin Huang.

One claw toward Lin Huanghuang, a few meters apart, completely locked Lin Huanghuang's figure, making him immobile, as if the entire space were confined.

You know, although Lin Huang is now only a ten-step habitat, his strength is comparable to that of the Purple Gold Empire Palace. Even so, he still had no resistance in front of the other side.

The gap between the realm of the Imperial Palace and the realm of the Phantom is like an insurmountable heaven.

After Busby's five-finger splash and locked Lin Huang's figure in the open air, a giant hand probed in the open air and grabbed him towards Lin Huang.

At this point, a yellow flash swept through the void, hitting with Busby's giant hand in a flash.

With just one blow, the giant hand burst into flash.

Busby's eyes shrunk slightly and quickly shut up, retreating a few kilometres away.

He glanced at Lin Huang not far from the monster.

The monster, who looked like a swordtooth tiger and had an elephant-like nose, was a species he had never seen before.

Even more surprising to Busby is that the opponent's fighting power and self are at the same level, and they are in an eight-turn mythical state.

“The beast that manages the realm of the Vain God with a permanent habitat is already something I've never heard of. This kid can actually master the monster of the Vain Realm!” Busby glanced in the direction of Lin Huanghuang, who apparently did not recognize that the Dreamhuang was just a figurine warrior soul and thought it was Lin Huanghuang's summoning beast.

But when he saw Dreamwood, he finally knew why he had sent two Purple Golden Emperors to be killed by Lin Huangsu. Lin Huang has such a summoning beast in his hand, let alone the Purple Golden Emperor Palace, even if he sent a weaker phantom to kill.

One missed hit, Busby did not immediately launch a second wave of attacks, but began to carefully measure his opponents.

“He should be a melee fighter in terms of his mass and physiological structure. From the line of the body, it should be a melee of velocity flow, and it is very likely that the burst force will be astonishing...”

It has to be said that people's first impressions of things are usually very subjective and not necessarily really accurate. As is now the case, the shape of the Dreamwood, the streamlined body and the sharp claws have obviously caused Busby a wonderful misunderstanding.

Of course, he wasn't the first to make that mistake.

Who makes dreams that aren't good at close combat look like this?

After an analysis, Busby quickly changed his mind about fighting.

“I can't get much out of it if I'm really going to face a melee monster at this rate. Even if we can win, I'm afraid it's a tragic victory, and the loss must be enormous. My goal is Lin Evil, there is no need to solve this summoning beast...”

With that in mind, he quickly developed a new battle strategy in his mind.

The moment the new battle strategy was shaped in his head, Busby implemented his plan without hesitation.

His arms swept apart in the direction of Lin Huang and Mengxiao, and the next second, his arms suddenly turned into ink-black liquid. The liquid appeared to be asphalt viscous, but hidden in metallic glow, and tumbled and boiled violently.

Lin Huang and Dreamwood looked at the strange scene and watched the black liquid rapidly gather into two small turrets in front of Basby at a visible speed.

Those two turrets are almost two meters tall, like two small towers, pointing to the side of Lin Huang and Dreamwood, and stretching out thousands of cannons of different sizes. The only similarity between these hundreds of cannons may be that the colors are all black.

Dreamwood did not interrupt the process, and Lin Huanghuang watched with interest the completion of this change.

“This should be the ability of the worm family, which is interesting, but I don't know how powerful it is. ”

Lin Huang's whispering had just fallen, and the two turrets suddenly lit a golden fire.

Countless sparkling lights instantly illuminate the entire sky dome.

Different sizes, dense, numb black bullets pour out like rain, laddering in the direction of Lin Huang and Dreamwood.

The thousands of cannons of different sizes, each with different projectile speeds and ballistic trajectories, vary in power.

The attributes attached to that bullet also vary. Some are fast and instantaneous; some are helical and penetrating; some are fine such as steel needles, making it difficult for the naked eye to capture them; others can burst like shells, emitting nuclear explosive power...

Lin Huang and Dreamwood were quickly submerged by endless artillery fire.

Busby still maintains a constant output, and he is not worried that Lin Huang will die because his wave of attacks, though dense, is not very strong. As long as Menghuang puts a divine shield on Lin Huang, it will not be difficult to defend him, but this defense will be very damaging to Menghuang.

Depleting each other's body of divine energy is also one of Busby's main purposes in launching this wave of attacks. In addition to this aim, he carried out this wave of attacks in order to force Dreamwood to use means other than close combat.

The output of the artillery fire lasted more than ten minutes, and Dreamwood and Lin Huang's figure had long been obscured by the smoke and dust caused by the artillery fire.

Although Busby could not see what was really going on in the smoke, he could sense that both Dreamwood and Lin Huang had not moved.

Busby frowned slightly and he didn't really understand what was going on. From the touch of the bullet, he felt very clearly that his attack had not failed.

However, he was somewhat puzzled by the fact that the monument remained static except in a defensive position.

“Why didn't this guy take the initiative? Interrupt my output? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Active attacks, although consumed more quickly, are certainly less expensive in the long run. Or did he do it intentionally to consume me my initiative to give up the output? The moment I give up the output, another deadly blow to me..."

Busby turned all kinds of thoughts in his head and couldn't figure out exactly what the other guy was up to.

But just then, under the cover of heavy artillery fire, a young voice swept out of the smoke.

“You're Busby, right? I was expecting any subsequent changes in this move. Ten minutes have passed. The attack pattern is still the same. It's really a bit disappointing...”