The Dark King

The cold light flashed in Du Di'an's eyes, the palm of his hand twisted, and there was a click. The carapace's carapace cracked and seemed to loosen. At the same time, it spattered a tragic green blood from the inside, lasing on his hand.

The glove on the hand was suddenly corroded and spotted, and there was a burning sensation, like a few Mars falling on the hand.

He flicked his hands away quickly, flicking the blood off the gloves, kicking his foot on its back, kicking his body forward and knocking it forward.

Before waiting for it to climb, Du Dean quickly kicked up after kicking, and fell sharply with his high legs, like a black giant axe, the heel wrapped in alloy boots slammed on the handle of the dagger at its wound, puffed With a loud sound, the dagger was completely inserted into its neck and neck, and with its body hitting the ground together, there was a loud noise.

The shadow screamer screamed, struggling to climb.

Du Di'an saw that it was so hard, his eyes flashed coldly, he rolled over and smashed again with one leg, slammed his head completely into the ground soil, dented a football-sized pothole.

The shadow-striker's head twisted slightly, pulled a few centimeters away from the neck and neck, his body trembling gently, and his tail twisted and wrapped around Dudean's feet, curled up like a viper, tightened slightly, trying to strangle .

Du Dean felt that the force of the entanglement was not strong, and he was relieved in his heart, knowing that it had not lived for a long time, and immediately flicked his foot, stepped on its back, and lifted up with one foot, freed from its tail winding, and flapped its wings. Ascending above the rock wall, he suddenly turned over and stepped on the top of the wall, swooping down, rotating his body 180 degrees at the next moment, shaving off with one foot.

With a loud bang, the soles of the feet were shaved on its spine, and the sound of bone fragmentation was heard. Its head and lower body lifted slightly, screaming, and fell down again, and the body was still trembling tremblingly, but no longer. Try to climb up.

Du Di'an saw it was dying, and immediately jumped to the side, glancing at the glove. The blood on it was slowly corroding, especially a metal strip on the back of the glove, which had been corroded and spotted.

He sighed, took off his gloves, and threw away. He thought that the shadow hunter should be the most troublesome monster. The battle is not over, and his weapons and armor will be destroyed once, if its vitality is tenacious. In some cases, almost no one dares to provoke the existence.

"The little one, I don't know if it was hidden or eaten by it." Du Dean closely watched the surroundings quietly, waiting quietly while restoring his physical strength. He was previously pursued by the young wing, and then Fighting this shadow hunter, he has already consumed most of his physical strength.

While waiting, Du Di'an suddenly noticed a burden on the ground not far away, and suddenly he was there, where Eugene's body was located, and his body was gone now. This burden was his bag.

"Did the body eaten by this thing?" Du Dean glanced at his head, picked up the bag and untied it, and saw that there was some grain storage and highly pure water, as well as ropes, hooks, fire sickles and folding bags to survive. In addition to these things, he also saw several empty bottles storing parasitic souls, but one of them contained something.

Du Di'an's eyes brightened, and he took it out. I saw a small parasitic soul in the bottle, the same one that was removed from the cytoplasm of Eugene.

"I almost missed you." Du Dean raised the bottle and glanced at him, with a smile on his face.

The parasitic soul in the bottle seemed to notice Du Dean, and suddenly stretched out from the curled up state, wriggled against the bottle, and the soft and tender feet under him gently patted the bottle, seeming to want to come out from inside.

Du Dian smiled softly, "When the matter here is resolved, you let you free." Then, put away the bottle, take out the stored grain and pure water to eat and drink, and restore physical strength.

While eating, he kept his eye on the surroundings and watched for another lurking attack.After he finished eating, the shadow hunter on the ground had stopped his nervous tremors and was completely stiff.

Du Dean wiped Martin's war knife clean with a bag wrapped with grain, grabbed the handle and poked at the wound of his corpse, and when he saw that there was still no response, he felt a little relieved. Both the tip and the blade had been corroded and blunt. 'S battle knife, inserted along the wound of its neck and neck, prying the wound bigger, until prying the entire head off its body.

After breaking up in his head, Du Di'an looked at the blood flowing out of the ground, squatted down and gently fiddled with the knife, looking for the parasitic soul in it.

"With the power of this shadow hunter, it should have reached the growth stage, I hope that there are parasitic souls born in it." Du Di'an was a little hopeful and nervous, rummaging carefully, while retaining most of it Watch out for the surroundings.

More than ten minutes passed, Du Dian rummaged through all its blood and corpses, but did not see the shadow of the parasitic soul, and his heart became more and more disappointed. When he was about to give up, he suddenly saw in the tender flesh of its head. A bizarre blood vessel is slightly thicker than other surrounding blood vessels, like an "S"-shaped spiral attached to the tender meat in its head.

Du Dean was stunned, carefully picked it up with the tip of the knife, and suddenly found that this was a parasitic soul.

However, the parasitic soul was motionless, as if it were dead.

Du Di'an just wanted to take a closer look at it. Suddenly, he was a little worried that when he approached, he suddenly came alive and threw himself into his eyes. He immediately took a long distance and stared at the observation.

After watching it for a while, he didn't see any eyebrows. Du Dean thought about it, put it on a bottle cap, poked it gently with the tip of the knife, and pressed his body almost to cut it off.

The parasitic soul was still unresponsive, as if it had already died.

Du Dean frowned, suddenly thinking of some things he heard from their mouths when living with Ian and others these days, "Is it a parasitic egg?"

The parasitic egg is equivalent to the young egg of the parasitic soul insect. When the named monster enters the growth period, the egg will hatch and grow a parasitic soul insect, and this one in front of him is more in line with the parasite that Ian and others have told him. The look of the egg.Before the hatching, if the host is killed, the parasite eggs will enter a state of cessation of gestation. You can use other non-named monsters to serve as the host for nutrients and continue to hatch.

Once hatched, the parasitic soul will inherit some of the original ability of the named monster, but at the same time will get a new part of the monster's ability, and this new non-named monster will also become a monster with a parasitic soul, but not Enrolled in the atlas of monsters, this type of monster is privately called "reincarnation" by hunters.