"Is this your true face?" The gangster's eyes widened in shock, and the soil that he hadn't swallowed almost fell out.
" Compared to this," Death Butterfly gestured for him to look down," that's the bigger problem.”
The area where the two of them were originally at was already surrounded by more than a dozen wolves, and wolves kept running out of the forest one after another. These wolves all had brown fur. Looking down from above, there were more than twenty wolves.
"Wolves." The gangster laughed." Why are you so nervous? Let me down."”
" Are you looking for death?" The Death Butterfly slapped him on the forehead." This is the most threatening force of nature on the Perish Dragon Plain. It often appears in the desolate area at the end of the plain and is called the Wasteland Wolf. Their strength isn't any weaker than the one who's currently injured, and some of my subordinates often die at their hands.”
" Yes, yes." The gangster looked very proud, as if he was praising him." Then let me down."”
"What is it? I brought you up for your own good. I don't care about you anymore!”Then, he let go, and the gangster's body fell down like a lead bullet.
After resting, the hooligan finally recovered some strength. This time, he did not break the ground. He landed lightly on the ground and a strong wave of air spread out. The wolf pack shook and immediately made way for him. At this moment, the pack of wolves opened up a small path. A slightly larger wolf slowly walked into the circle, its arrogant appearance like a hooligan. The wolf only had one left eye. There was a long scar on its right eye, and a turbid eyeball was embedded in its half-closed eyelid.
"Long time no see, Sickle." The gangster stood in the middle of the circle, blue light bursting out from his body like a burning flame.
The wolf seemed to understand. It bared its teeth and raised its head to roar. The agitated wolf pack stirred and roared. The blue light around the gangster's body trembled. The roar seemed to have affected him, and red quietly flowed out from his eyes and nose.
"Hooligan!" The Death Butterfly was anxious. He couldn't die here yet. He had to go down and save him. Unexpectedly, the gangster waved his hand and told her not to come down.
"What a good kid. In just a short year, he became a wolf.”The thug bent down and made a charging posture. He put his hands on the ground, raised his hips, and stood in front of his feet. He also bared his teeth, and the blue light on his body suddenly turned into the shape of a wolf. Sharp claws, sharp teeth, and eyes that flickered with blue flames were vivid. The alpha wolf he called Sickle also arched its body, the fur on its back standing on end.
The Death Butterfly began to regret putting him down. Now that he was seriously injured and had suffered the wolf's roar, he was even more unbearable. However, she couldn't go down and save him. If she insisted on doing so, the hooligans would blame her.
This was a man's battle, betting his dignity and life.
With a small explosion, the man and wolf disappeared. Almost at the same time, a loud collision sound came from the center of the circle, and the blue light split apart. Different directions in the circle collided continuously, but the Death Butterfly could not see the movements of the two sides. He tried to let the scaled armor lock onto the location of the hooligan based on the battle records. The mechanical scales shook for a while, but it was unable to lock onto the target. A large cloud of black smoke rose and it fell down.
Was this his true speed? The Death Butterfly broke out in a cold sweat. If he fought her again at this speed, the battle might not be as bad as before.
This was a melee battle that relied purely on speed and strength. There was no fancy technique, and the Rogue did not use Wolf's Sigh. Using martial arts at such a fast pace was almost suicidal. The clash between the wild and the wild made the wolves not dare to act rashly. The circle they formed was impenetrable, as if it was a ritual. Death Butterfly now recognized that the gangster was a wolf. Unless he died on the battlefield, no one could stop him. However, the situation was still unfavorable for the mob. A trace of blood had already appeared in the blue light, and the speed had obviously slowed down. However, the two sides still did not give in. After a collision, they collided again.
The two sides fought to a draw. The gangster took a step back and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Sickle also seemed to be struggling. His body kept moving, but he did not let down his guard. He looked at the gangster with his teeth bared.
"Finally!" The thug squatted down and clenched his hands that had turned blue and purple. The burst of blue light drowned his body, and the ground began to shake violently. Cracks had already appeared under his feet. The Death Butterfly trembled unconsciously.
Sickle stood with his four legs apart, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes as a blue flame also ignited.
"Come!" The thug shouted angrily and shot towards the sickle like an arrow. The sickle charged at the hooligans without a care for anything, roaring non-stop.
A black barrier appeared in front of the hooligan. He knew that his current speed had already exceeded the range of his strength. As long as the opponent changed his move, he would die under Sickle's claws. But he knew he wouldn't, because he had indeed hit something. Reality returned to his consciousness once again. In the transparent and cold blue light, he saw Scythe's figure continuously retreat and felt the blood churning in his internal organs. Compared to the inside, the outside was much more shocking. The interior of the circle was like ruins after an earthquake. The boulders were blown up by the air currents and cut into stone chips by the storm. The ground seemed to have been overturned, revealing the dark brown soil below. Many wolves were unfortunately killed. The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and the power of the hooligans finally gained the upper hand, forcing Sickle out of the circle. He carried the scythe and charged forward for a few hundred meters before the blue light gradually dissipated. The gangster's face was covered in dried blood as he lay on the ground in a sorry state. Although the sickle did not bleed, it fell to the ground and did not get up.
"I won, right?" The gangster laughed bitterly and poked Sickle's stomach. The scythe reluctantly glanced at him and then closed its eyes as a promise.
The Death Butterfly flew down and said in surprise,""This is the most exciting battle I've ever seen.”
"I'm sorry. This is a necessary procedure for the wolf pack to fight for the leader. I guarantee that the Wasteland Wolf Clan will be a great help to the Fallen Dragon Plain in the future.”
"That's good."
" But..." The gangster blushed." I really can't leave now."”
The Death Butterfly was stunned for a moment before it covered its mouth and laughed. With a wave of her hand, a few girls in purple descended from the sky, ready to take the hooligans away. The moment the hooligan saw them, he was sure that this was a planned event. However, he had no idea what the plan was.
" Wait." The gangster pouted." Bring that brat along."”The Death Butterfly knew that he was like a brother to those wolves, so it agreed.
In the forest far away, a black shadow dashed away, bringing Bupu, who was at the edge of the battlefield, in the opposite direction.
"How's the situation?"
"Very good. Go back and report to Miss Shell.”
This month's battle was a complete victory due to the addition of the leader, Death Butterfly. However, the Green Zone did not respond to this. That's for later.
The resting place was a safe area far away from the battlefield. In the open field, sporadic passersby hurried in their own directions. Those who saw the Death Butterfly from afar would bow in unison. In this territory, she was the leader that everyone loved. She was the lord, allowing them to enjoy the hard-won freedom that they had been forced to live in.
"Ever since we criminals were exiled to this land, we have already reached the point of occupying the mountain and becoming kings.”The gangster laughed. He moved his shoulder, and the pain made him hiss. Although his shoulder blade that was pierced by the Death Butterfly had been repaired by the blue light, it was still a little dislocated, and it was not very convenient for him to move.
"Do you want your own territory, hooligan? We have heard of your performance in the Final Battle of the First Century.”
"Do you want me to be the lord?" The gangster understood what she meant.
"We will never be stingy with our land to those with strength.”
"Since we have the same goal, I have no reason to refuse.”The gangster stretched out his hand. Death Butterfly was stunned, but it smiled and didn't say anything.
"Speaking of which, that blue light is your soul?”
"Not bad." The thug withdrew his hand.
"That's strange." The Death Butterfly's weapon, the Monarch Butterfly, had seven beam cannons of different colors. The different colors represented different strength. The light beams were divided into three categories: red, orange, and yellow, which were light beams that directly attacked the body. The red light was the strongest and required the most energy. Green, blue, and purple light were light beams that attacked the soul. Purple light was the strongest; The green light had both, but it was much weaker. The soul of an ordinary person was above the physical body. If they were hit by a type of green, blue, and purple light, they would have varying degrees of "stagnation", which would mean that they would enter a state of suspended animation where their soul was scattered. However, when he was fighting with the Hooligan, the blue beam did hit the Hooligan, but he did not stop.
Unless…his soul was no longer in his body.
"What's wrong?" The gangster saw that she did not speak, so he asked.
"What? Oh, it's fine." Impossible, a soulless person was no different from a corpse. She straightened her face, and a purple halo flashed around her body. A voice that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul came out of her mouth.
"I, the Death Butterfly, represent the four lords of the Red Zone. I hereby accept you as the new lord of the Red Zone. I will defend every inch of land in the Red Zone and swear to be irreconcilable with the Green Zone until the end of my soul!”
"Big event! Something big!" The higher-ups of the Fallen Dragon Plain received the message from their lord immediately. They wrote the letters into notices and sent them out one by one, announcing the birth of the new lord.
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