Dawn Of The Night

Chapter 2:

Fortunately, this mutant monster although very strong, it is not healthy, one of its hind legs has an obvious tear, that's why this mutant monster's actions are interrupted. affect.

The siren for help was very sharp, seemingly stimulating the mutant monster in front of it, it roared and stood up, becoming larger and more dangerous in terms of sight. Its attacks were getting faster and faster, and it didn't even care about the wounds that lacerated its hind legs. The horrifying wound to humans didn't seem to seriously affect the opponent, but the pain and b****y aura only aroused the opponent's ferocity. The provoked mutant beasts were extremely powerful, and their agility was even higher. Gradually, Tran Thien, who could not escape the pursuit, began to feel exhausted, but the support of his teammates did not come.

Obnoxious!

Unable to dodge completely the last time, Tran Thien's back was pierced by the beckoning claws of the mutant monster. Tran Thien clutched the dagger, knowing in his heart that the group of trash would not come.

That being the case, you can only rely on yourself. Tran Thien's eyes darkened, became fierce, followed by rosy skin, even the speed of his body became noticeably faster.

The rolled up cuffs were somewhat free at first, but now they were wrapping tightly around Tran Thien's forearms, as if his body were instantly strengthened, and the loose fabric directly deformed. The blue veins on his forehead were slightly bulging, congested with the impact of blood, and his bloodshot eyes were slightly red, as if he could perceive his vision through a translucent lens. He was still dodging, but he was less awkward when running away, and his body became more stable, making all the same movements seem effortless. Tran Thien raised the corner of his mouth mockingly, as if a little excited, the dagger grasped the owner's mood to fight back.

The mutant monster also noticed that the tall and thin creature with two legs in front of him seemed to be plotting against him. If it is an intelligent being, it may laugh at the other's self-control, or doubt whether the other party has caught any traps. However, it does not have that much heart, it only sees the opponent stop trying to resist and feels the jumping prey is within reach so it roars and jumps excitedly, ready ready to enjoy a meal of fresh meat in front of it. The fishy wind was blowing, and Tran Thien became more and more calm just a short distance away.

The strange beast is very strong, never faced such a high-class opponent alone, I don't know if I can win... But who is the knife and who is the fish, if you don't try, how will you know.

At this vital moment, he should have focused on his will. But my brain is so excited that it seems out of control, the accident three days ago flashed in my head inexplicably. At that time, his pheromone broke out, his heart was restless, there was no alpha in this base, nor did he dare to reveal his omega appearance. Because these survivors, who have no moral restraint, have turned 90% of the human gathering places on this planet into a biased world where the will of the strong is "the law." ".

Man is a social animal, and even in this upside down world he cannot live alone for long. Tran Thien is a man, and has been disguised as a beta, but because of his physique, physique, and appearance cannot be compared with the tall and strong beta mutants. So he looked thin and thin, and there were always people coming up to him and saying dirty and shameless words. He couldn't even imagine how he would be treated in this place where the rabid dogs gathered if he revealed his identity, especially when the pheromones were out of control.

But just a few days ago, his pheromone response was especially evident. So he chose to hide in the woods in a safe area around the base to try and wait for the reaction to subside. But he never imagined that he would meet a strange alpha and mark himself. When he was awake and able to act independently, the other party was gone.

How did he feel at that time? Is it desperate or angry, afraid that the other party will use this to contain him, let him completely lose his freedom, become a slave? But apart from a slight shock, there seems to be none.

Perhaps in this apocalypse, every invisible road can be a dead end, causing people to fear, conflict, and even despair. But he really let the things that he once rejected in his heart poured on his head, it seemed... it was no big deal. At least now he's still alive, not even injured. The people in the base didn't notice the difference, the stranger who marked him didn't show up anymore, this kind of pre-apocalyptic irresponsibility made Qianqian breathe a sigh of relief, because it meant the other party will not embrace his weakness and continue to harass and deprive him. This situation seemed to be no different from the feeling of fear when facing himself when he couldn't control himself. Since he can't escape, let's just blow off the head of this disgusting monster.

The blade in his palm flipped, and Tran Thien's steady eyes became more determined. Although it is said that the agility and strength of a primary strength mutant cannot compete with any aggressive mutant beasts that have evolved crystal cores, his behavior towards To outsiders it seems like a tragic and generous "meal" served.

He wore a faded canvas jacket that was now covered in mud and had no style at all. However, the apocalypse craftsmanship pursues practicality and durability, without the aesthetic feeling but the materials chosen are strong and durable, all the buttons are solid iron nails. However, the cuffs that were rolled up at this point were already stretched due to the change in Tran Thien's forearm, and eventually even the buttons flew out. His body changed dramatically, especially the arm holding the dagger was noticeably swollen.

The mutant beast obviously didn't notice this, watching the two-legged creature in front of him stop and give up struggling, delicious meat seemed to be within reach. It jumped excitedly despite the injury to its hind legs, and its large body quickly rushed towards the meal in its eyes like a bullet out of a bow. If nothing else, it would be able to bite through the opponent's body within the next second and then at will, chew through the delicious flesh. It even imagined in its head that warm blood wet its throat, and the plump flesh filled its empty stomach pocket.