Zheng Yi pressed his hand on the cracked abdominal cavity of the legion commander, and a bright light burst out from his palm, which made people unable to look directly. The twisting granulation instantly shrank back. The muscle tissue grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the peritoneum quickly wrapped the internal organs, muscles, fat, and skin, and healed layer by layer.

"Sha!"

The legion commander's shriveled chest suddenly pulled in, causing the ribs to rattle, and then he let out a long breath.

Giant breathing.

The commander of the legion was sitting up, and his mind was still filled with the scene of his belly being blown open by a big sword. He subconsciously "waves the sword" and found that his hand was empty and the giant sword that never left his hand was not in his hand. He immediately realized that he was already behind, surrounded by his elite warriors.

And a huge threat.

The commander of the legion looked at Zheng Yi, like a mouse seeing a cat, ice and snow meeting a flame... This is the horror brought by natural enemies, and the instinctive suppression of high-level genes.

It can't even be said to be crushing.

Because people can destroy themselves without moving.

What kind of strong man is this!

The commander of the Legion lowered his head, turned over and fell to the ground with one knee, and knelt cleanly in front of Zheng Yi with the physical fitness of the six major soldiers in the Sequence.

No one spoke in the auditorium.

Chiu~!

The frivolous whistle came from outside, and was the cannon fired by the vulture mercenary group.

Everyone was ready to welcome the baptism of shells, closed their eyes and left them to fate.

Zheng Yi quickly picked up a thick candle with his hands and eyes.

The flames of the candles skyrocketed instantly, almost two meters high.

Bang!

The entire auditorium shook.

A slight earthquake quake.

He just showed his basic politeness to the heavy artillery.

Zheng Yi's candle, which was originally long forearm and the thickness of a goose egg, only a thin layer of wax oil was left in his hand. He could sense that a light shield appeared outside the auditorium just now, directly withstood the bombardment of the heavy artillery.

The light shield absorbed the energy generated by the explosion of the heavy artillery and then turned into light dust and dissipated in the air. Zheng Yi realized that he was a little uncontrollable and was almost driven by instinct, and his originally considerable mental power was instantly eliminated.

"I give you strength."

Zheng Yi endured the headache of mental exhaustion and was about to split. He picked up a big candle again, closed his eyes slightly, and his surging mental power surged out like a tide.

The candlelight was swept by mental power, turning into countless light dust, rushing towards the eighty-two warriors.

Everyone was delighted in horror, and in joy.

They felt their changes.

The giant beast in the body awakened, and infinite power exploded from the inside out.

Unlike genes that are out of control, they can control this huge power. Because this power makes them more sensitive to themselves and more able to control them.

"I, I've been promoted...a full-level!" The deputy commander looked at his arm, with panic in surprise, joy in panic, and fanatic in joy.

"Get out!" The commander of the legion clenched his fists gently, rushed towards his giant axe, and rushed towards the gate as if he had picked up a broom.

"Open the door and fight out!" The commander of the Legion who was approaching Sequence 5 roared wildly.

The elite warriors who originally had only Sequence 8, with the blessing of Zheng Yi, rushed to Sequence 6. The feeling of aggrievance of being forced to defend erupted at this moment. They picked up their weapons and followed their legion commander out of the auditorium gate.

Zheng Yi looked back at the open auditorium gate, with a split headache, and endless whispers became more and more unrestrained, which made him feel upset and his chest was tight and depressed.

He saw light seeping out of his skin, which was a sign of gene loss.

Life just began, how could you fall here?

Zheng Yi held the forehead with one hand and forced himself to outline the leaves, flesh and cell walls of the green ivy... He saw the stems and leaves of the green ivy pull out in the sun, saw dew condense on the leaves, saw the pores open and the oxygen and carbon dioxide exchange here.

Zheng Yi finally opened his eyes, and the auditorium was silent, with only seven slaves squatting on the ground trembling.

"Let's go." Zheng Yi turned around and said to the slaves.

The slaves stood up in scattered ways, lowered their heads, and followed Zheng Yi to the back door in small steps.

Zheng Yi was silent.

It is the extraordinary existence of Sequence 2, but Zheng Yi did not have enough strength to solve the shackles on his feet for a while. He neither completely completed the transformation of his body by genes nor digested the knowledge he gained, which made him feel quite a sense of crisis. He really couldn't tell whether the Legion Commander and his group would turn around and give him an axe after killing foreign enemies.

This mercenary group is called the Black Hand Legion. As a surgeon, Zheng Yi knew how much slaves were consumed within the legion. If the legion had not needed a doctor, he would probably not have survived for three days, not to mention three months.

"There is a truck behind us, we can go to the Hang City." A young man among the slaves stood up and looked at the angel of Sequence 2, but he only dared to land on his feet.

Zheng Yi nodded: "Let's go."

He didn't know where the Hang City was, but it did not hinder his determination to leave here. Compared to the group of half-bandits and half-mercenaries of the Legion, ordinary people who had never used genetic potions were too safe.

The vulture troops besieging the back door were transferred to the main attack direction, which shows that the black hand's counterattack was very powerful. Suddenly, eighty large warriors in Sequence 6 and an extraordinary warrior who infinitely approximates Sequence 5. The outcome of this battle is clear.

Unless the vulture has enough shells to wash the floor.

The slaves, led by the youth, walked through the back door and entered the backyard, where there was indeed an all-terrain truck. Two long rows of round tires ensured that it would not get stuck in the sand pit and could turn around with a very small radius.

The cab is divided into two rows in front and rear, and five people can be seated.

The young man politely opened the back door for Zheng Yi and drove in front of him. No one dared to sit with Zheng Yi, only a little girl sat in the passenger seat tacitly. Zheng Yi could feel the emotional bond between the young man and this girl.

The others obediently entered the carriage behind.

Young people have the authority to drive trucks, and it seems that they are mostly slaves who run for the legion to transport.

The strong square-headed truck crashed into the back door, and only the scouts of the Vulture Mercenary Group fired two shots sporadically. The bullets were blocked by the truck's armor - these armors could even defend against attack power equivalent to Sequence 7.

The truck left in the dust.

Zheng Yi occupied the seats of three people alone and lay down with the flow. He was extremely in need of restoring his spirits. He imagined that the leaves of the green ivy could only suppress out-of-control, and not the root cause. The whispers in his mind became louder and louder. Although he didn't know the meaning of it, Zheng Yi knew that they would cause his genes to lose control.

The muscles melt in the light, which surges under the skin, ready to eject at any time.

Zheng Yi tried hard to resist the invasion of the whisper, and suddenly, the angel with slender figure, wings on his back, and was wrapped in golden chains all over his body.

That was an angel with his own face.

The moment this angel appeared, the whole world solidified.

The sound solidifies into pieces, and the sound of "ong" is dragged infinitely.

Objects that are visible are solidified into abstract color blocks, light red turns into dark red, light green turns into dark green, gray-brown turns into dark black...

Zheng Yi wanted to move but couldn't move no matter how hard he was, and he couldn't even turn his eyes.

He didn't know how long this moment lasted until he flew up.

The body became without mass, everything in his vision was declining, and he really flew up.

Through the roof of the truck,

Overlooking the vast desert,

The sky is dark from bright,

The stars are by his side,

The film that passes through the world,

Flying through the seven lights,
Chapter completed!