City of Dallas.

As night fell, neon lights flashed between buildings, blowing the garbage away, and the sound of wine bottles rolling occasionally sounded.

Young people with exaggerated appearance walked together in groups of three or three, talking loudly about what happened recently; the homeless man leaned against the alley, staring at the dark sky with his eyes blankly; under the street lights on the corner of the street, the girl in exposed clothes was waiting for their kind guests.

The fragrance of food permeates the air, and the shirtless man in the restaurant shouts and shouts; the fruit shop owner is bargaining with customers wearing poor clothes, sometimes he is anxious and cannot express his emotions clearly in words, which often develops into physical communication between you and me.

At night, the sirens are constantly ringing, bringing some order or chaos to the city. Most people here only look at the present and ignore the future, but in fact, it is difficult to see the future here.

At the other end of the street, a scream of horror suddenly came.

The homeless man continued to look up at the sky, turning a deaf ear to him.

Violence and fighting are common here. As long as you stay in Dallas for long enough, anyone will be forced to get used to it.

Until the homeless man saw a car on fire, flying from one end of his vision to the other, accurately smashing the ladies under the street light into meat sauce.

The loud noise echoed on the street, and everyone stared blankly in that direction.

The homeless man was stunned for two seconds, then screamed, while he got up from the ground and escaped from this place.

Something big happened!

Everyone had just reacted and rushed to the street. A huge black shadow fell in the sky.

The soil splashed, leaving a huge deep pit behind the already broken road surface. The priest stood in the middle of the road, blocking everyone's way.

The flashing street lights illuminated half of his figure. The terrifying muscles as angular as statues and the brown-black fungus blanket attached to the muscles spared no effort to stimulate the nerves of passers-by.

The priest turned his head and his white hair fluttered.

His azure pupils emitted a clear and bright light in the darkness, falling on several passers-by who were already scared.

Two young men lost their minds and howled loudly. The priest stretched out his terrifying hand and picked up their shoulders. Amid the screams of horror, they threw them back.

The survivor, who was in a trembling trembling, could clearly hear the screams and was quickly away from here. It was self-evident that the fate of the two young people was waiting for.

Fortunately, the bad luck did not come to them again. The huge figure even more terrifying than the Abyss Demon God seemed to have lost interest, jumped up again, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The terrified people looked at each other, and the fear in their eyes had not yet dissipated.

"That's... what monster..."

The scene just now came too suddenly, like a nightmare.

Before everyone with weak legs and feet could be glad that they had just survived the disaster, two corpses fell from the sky again.

Blood sputtered on everyone's faces, and they could vaguely distinguish the two bloody corpses from their clothes, which were the two young men just now.

The wind blew, and while they screamed, a huge tentacle-like object passed over the street.

In just a few minutes, chaos spread rapidly from the edge of Dallas to the center of the city.

There were a group of monsters rumored on social accounts across the city, and people were killed and injured everywhere they went. However, everyone could take photos of monsters, but the messy streets and terrible corpses could prove the authenticity of the message.

Witnesses who were in a mad manner ran around the streets, causing traffic to be blocked in the surrounding area. The irritable driver kept honking his horns, but he still couldn't move.

At a temperature of more than 20 degrees, a woman in a black turtleneck windbreaker got out of the taxi.

She was carrying a black suitcase and wearing a black round hat. She looked at the riotous place in the distance, and then walked against the crowd.

“What are the logistics departments in this city doing?”

The woman's tone was a little unhappy.

...

...

"Do we really care?"

On the road on the edge of Dallas, a logistics member poked his head out of the car window and looked down at the city center.

"Abide by the order!"

The logistics captain of the same car said seriously: "We only have ten minutes to evacuate. The distance we can run is as far as we can. This city is over!"

He took out the walkie-talkie and reminded other members of the car: "The rearview mirrors in the car are closed. No matter what happens behind you, you are not allowed to look back! Repeat it, you are absolutely not allowed to look back!"

...

...

Downtown Dallas, on the tallest building.

The strong wind blew the priest's pale hair, and he looked down at the whole city with cold eyes.

The howling sound went from far to near, and Xia Ren landed dozens of meters behind him, and rushed up without saying a word.

The crowbar swung the top of the priest's head, and the latter turned his head and let it hit him on his shoulder, embedded deeply in the flesh and blood. At the same time, the priest's arm also penetrated Xia Ren's side abdomen and cut a huge wound.

Neither of them meant to dodge. They both had to do something, and the only solution was to kill the other party completely!

Chang Dao flowed out of the wound, and a large area of ​​blood was sprinkled. Xia Ren gritted his teeth, ignored it, stretched out his tentacles, wrapped around the other party's limbs, swung the crowbar again, and smashed it hard on the priest's head.

The priest strangled Xia Ren's wrist holding the crowbar, like an iron plier, and directly crushed the bones on his wrist, and his own eyes were also poked by Xia Ren's fingers on his other hand!

"ah--"

The priest wanted to push Xia Ren away, but the tentacles became tighter and tighter, and he could not break free.

He howled loudly, realizing the problem, grabbed the tentacles with both hands, inserted his fingers into the soft tissue, and forced them to tear them apart!

The pain from the soul made Xia Ren’s limbs stiff and he was no longer able to resist. The priest grabbed the broken tentacle and swung him twice in the air, throwing him to the side.

When the person was in the air, Xia Ren's hands and feet were numb, and his vision was pitch black.

The powerful force led him to break through the layers of walls and pass through one building until he hit another building, and the force finally dissipated.

In the dark space, the body is embedded on the cement wall, and the limbs are twisted into terrifying shapes.

Xia Ren's muscles trembled like a conditioned reflex, blood flowed down the wall, most of the bones in his body were broken, and even his skull was trapped in a deep pit, and his internal organs were even messed up.

The worst injury was his tentacles, which were half gone. The terrifying fracture and tender muscles were squirming. Although it was repairing, the speed was very slow compared to before.

The fungi have entered the body from the wound and flowed to the whole body with the help of blood. The rootless water is already doing its best to buy time for Xia Ren.

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