Stray

Its face, once so majestic and untouchable, now looks a little weak. The eyes, which had been clear as water, were now scarlet and cloudy, as if soaked in endless pain. If we hadn't seen its undulating body and the painful roar coming out of its mouth, we would have thought it was far away from us.

A low roar echoed across the silent sea of sand, each with deep saloon pain. The voice, like a wail from the depths of hell, made people feel pity. In the sunlight, the body of the salon appears larger, and the skin takes on a dark brown texture, rough and tough.

Sharon, the former overlord of the Sand Sea, is now struggling in pain. Every twitch, every roar, speaks of an indescribable pain.

However, Sharon's pain did not last long. Gradually, its eyes began to close slowly, as if trying to escape the endless pain. The body also gradually calmed down, and there were no more twitches or growls. In this vast sea of sand, it is as quiet as an old man who is about to die, giving people a heavy sense of depression.

In this vast sea of sand, time seems to become meaningless. The scorching sun hung high in the air, scorching the sand mercilessly, making it impossible to tell how long it had been. Every grain of sand sparkles in the sun, contrasting with the sheer size of the salon.

Suddenly, Sharon's eyes snapped open. Those originally scarlet eyes became even more hideous at this moment, like a devil from hell, exuding endless evil and terror. It blinked, as if to confirm everything around it. Then, the scarlet color faded, and the eyes became clear again.

At this moment, Sharon seemed to break free from the abyss of pain and regained his former domineering. Everything just now seems to be just an illusion.

Sharon slowly rose from the sand, his massive body standing above the sea of sand again. It raised its head to the sky and let out a deafening roar, the sound echoed over the sandy sea, as if announcing its existence to the whole world, and its majesty and domineering were once again fully revealed.

Then, Sharon lowered his head and looked at his body with a deep gaze. Its eyes reveal a human wisdom, as if examining itself.

"A cowardly body. "

Surprisingly, human words came out of Sharon's mouth. The voice was low and powerful, as if it were a sigh from the abyss. Every word is filled with Sharon's many dissatisfaction with his body, which shows that it is not the original Salon consciousness.

Sharon lowered its massive head and stared at the human lying on the ground. The human was wearing a futuristic high-tech black mecha, but now the mecha was in tatters, losing its luster and shape. The mecha was covered with traces of corrosion, as if it had experienced some kind of energy raging.

The human body, which was supposed to be strong and powerful, was now charred and blurred. His skin and muscles had been severely damaged by the energy of the turbulent energy of time and space, and it was difficult to distinguish his original appearance. His face had also been burned, and all that was left was a hideous skeleton.

Sharon's gaze revealed a mixed emotion. At the same time, he was also surprised and puzzled by the impact of the energy corrosion of the turbulent flow of time and space, with his body, he could not heal itself, and could only survive under the residual energy until the arrival of this creature.

This charred black body, if the people of the Galaxy Federation were here, they would definitely be able to recognize it. This is exactly the apostle they have been looking for!

Rewind to an hour ago, the apostle broke free from the turbulence of time and space, and suddenly fell into the endless sea of sand. The dust was flying, obscuring his vision and also bringing a violent impact to his body. Originally, no matter what kind of heavy injuries and injuries were inflicted, as long as time was given, the apostles could recover as before.

However, the energy of this space-time turbulence is different and has a powerful destructive power. This energy corroded his body, making it impossible for him to repair itself. He felt his life force drain rapidly, and his body gradually lost sensation. He understood that he was dying step by step, and the shadow of death hung over him.

As time passed, his physical condition became more and more serious. The muscles that had been strong had become scorched and atrophied, and the mecha was covered with traces of energy corrosion. His face was unrecognizable, only a hideous skeleton remained, and if it weren't for the Dam's titanium alloy armor that protected him at the critical moment when he teleported, he would have disappeared without a trace in the turbulence of time and space.

The armor was now in tatters, but it was its presence that allowed the Apostle to survive in the sea of sand for a while.

At this time, Sharon happened to pass by and spotted the human in front of him. Its keen senses were immediately drawn to the idea that it had found something delicious. But what it saw before it was astonished. The human, though in tatters, was still moving. It also feels the tenacious vitality of human beings.

Sharon's IQ is really not high, and his brain is so simple that it is only occupied by the concept of "food". When it found the apostle, it had only the delicacy that was about to arrive in its eyes. It opened its bloody jaws and lunged at the Apostle, unheeded of the danger that its broken body might pose.

The

apostle felt the approach of Sharon, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He thought that in this sea of sand, he would be alone to meet his demise, but he didn't expect fate to give him an unexpected turn.

At the moment when the other party was careless, the apostle mobilized the remaining strength in his body. He quickly lifted one of his slightly intact hands and grabbed Sharon by the neck with all his might. His fingers gripped the flesh of the salon as if to crush it.

In the moment when time almost stood still, the few remaining pieces of intact black flesh in the apostle's body began to come alive. From the tips of his fingers, the flesh seemed to transform into tiny poisonous snakes, burrowing into the saloon quickly and mercilessly. Sharon's sturdy defenses seemed so vulnerable at this moment that they could be easily torn apart like a piece of tissue paper.

The flesh seemed to have life, and it snaked its way up the saloon's wounds, rapidly spreading to its head and then all over its body.

The black flesh and blood were inside Sharon's body, and they spread rapidly, like a silent poisonous blade, beginning to erode Sharon's life force. A hint of horror flashed in Sharon's eyes, it couldn't understand the sudden change, but it could feel the strange thing in its body spreading rapidly, the whole process was going so fast and violent that Sharon barely had time to react, it was already swallowed by this strange force. Its eyes lost their brilliance, and its formidable body looked so fragile at the moment.

As the last

piece of flesh completely invaded Sharon's body, the Apostle completely exhausted the last of his strength, and fell on the sand and was slowly covered by the wild sand!

Sharon, or now the Apostle, stood atop the boundless sea of sand, gazing deeply at the sky. The figure of the wyvern streaked across the sky, leaving an elegant arc in its wake. The apostle's eyes narrowed slightly, as if thinking about something.

That gesture of freedom swelled up in the apostle's heart with a strong longing. Then it looked down at its own body, which it had snatched from the salon and still dissatisfied.

The apostle let out a low roar, a low roar full of reluctance and wildness. As the low roar dissipated, the apostle's body began to undergo drastic changes. The muscles seem to be alive, constantly wriggling and growing. Its neck has been elongated and elongated, a radical departure from the original salon image. The double horns on the top of the head also become more prominent as the neck is extended, exuding a sharp aura.

The teeth grew sharper, each one like a well-crafted dagger, enough to tear through any obstacle that stood in its way. The bones of the whole body seemed to reassemble, rattling sounds, and each tremor carried a terrifying force.

The claws on the front end have become more flexible, splitting from the original three fingers to five fingers, as flexible as human hands, but with sharp claws, as if they can easily tear through any defense. The hind limbs have also changed, becoming more elongated, with thick and powerful bones, full of flexibility and strength. The tail has grown in half, and a sharp bone spur has grown from the tip of the tail, adding to the already powerful attack power.

Two huge sarcomas

began to bulge in the back, and over time, these two sarcomas gradually swelled and they began to change. Eventually, a pair of huge fleshy wings stretched out of it. These fleshy wings are wide and powerful. Gently tapp, as if testing your new abilities.

The scales throughout the body become thicker and give off a metallic sheen. The original weak point, the part of the neck that did not have scales, is now covered with thick scales. The defense of the entire body has been greatly improved, like an impregnable fortress.

The wings are covered with scales, each one as delicate as a work of art. The whole body has changed dramatically, the body has been reduced by half, but it has become more perfect. This perfection is not just an increase in appearance, but also in the improvement of inner strength.

After nearly half an hour of transformation, the apostle's form had completely transformed. It's just that at this moment it is no longer a simple salon, but an evolved perfect creature.

......A deafening roar pierced the sky, and the apostle spread its massive wings, flapped them with force, and instantly soared into the air, rushing into the wide sky.

Its wings spread out like two huge clouds, shining with a metallic sheen in the sunlight. Each flap of the wings is full of power, driving the surrounding air to surge, forming a whirlwind.

As the height climbed, the apostle's size gradually decreased, but its momentum grew stronger. It soared through the air, as if it had become the master of the sky, and no living creature could stand in its way.

The flying dragons in the distance felt the apostle's breath, and they also avoided it, not daring to approach easily. They circled in the air, as if in a silent welcome ceremony for the nascent air lord.

And the apostle, with his mouth open, raised his head to the sky and roared, it flew freely in this boundless sky, as if to announce to the world: a new era is coming!

(Ask for flowers, ask for a monthly pass).