People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

The palm wind hits.

So fast!

Cobra was shocked, feeling that the other party's speed seemed to be a bit faster than before.

The sound of Kobra being beaten sounded again in the crypt.

The navy girl's attack perfectly demonstrated what it means to be slightly harmful but extremely insulting. Cobra was unable to fight back under the opponent's violent attack.

But as he continued to be beaten, the rich scarlet in his eyes gradually turned into a hint of ink.

The dark color in his eyes seemed to symbolize the violence in his heart.

The ink color becomes more and more intense.

In his eyes, everything in the crypt was completely the same, but he could clearly sense every move of the girl.

Although the girl was still very fast, Kobra no longer needed to use his eyes to catch the opponent's movements.

The palm wind hits.

Kobra turned his body slightly to one side, and slowly extended his right hand to his chest. His sharp claws just caught the girl's palm, as if the other party had deliberately handed it to his paw.

Bang!

The girl hit the ground hard like a broken sack, raising countless dust.

In order to prevent the girl from dying, Kobra glared sharply, clamped his claws on her neck with force, and the girl's body was broken into two pieces without any resistance.

Let’s see how you heal now!

Throwing the completely dead girl aside, Cobra focused all his attention on his own changes.

He subconsciously touched his chest, his expression moved slightly, and the small but tough thick hairs near the mane of the ancestor scratched across the palm of his hand.

The ancestral mane on the chest seems to be spreading outward!

Could this be the power of the Mane of the Ancestor that the old man said?

Does it take a beating to activate its power?

Cobra didn't know whether his guess was correct, but at this moment he regretted breaking the navy girl's neck.

It seems that we can only find a way to attract another person to come down from above.

Raising his head and looking in the direction of the crypt's exit, an idea flashed through Cobra's mind. He stood up, touched the crypt's exit, and stretched his body out slightly.

A burning sensation appeared out of thin air again, but this time it became much slower.

This slight difference made Kobra overjoyed, at least it gave him hope of leaving here.

Cobra did not dare to continue to explore the limit of the burning sensation that his body could bear, so he just threw the girl's broken body into two parts out of the cave, turned around and returned to the cave to wait quietly for the storm to come.

According to his assumption, people who have been wandering on the ground will soon find the girl's body. This provocative behavior will definitely attract many people to rush into the crypt.

However, after waiting for a long time, the footsteps above were still coming and going, but no one rushed into the crypt as he expected.

The man above was like a blind man, completely unaware of the girl's body he threw up.

This made Kobra very confused, but he couldn't go up to check the reason.

Another dozen days passed.

In the past few days, Kobra still had expectations in his heart, but no one ever entered the crypt where he was again. Gradually, he put away the expectations in his heart and turned the focus of his attention to himself again.

Based on the previous conclusions, Kobra tried many self-abuse methods.

However, the ancestral mane on his chest showed no signs of continuing to grow. This made Kobra very disappointed, and at the same time he regretted even more that he had rashly broken the girl's neck.

No!

It can't go on like this!

Kobra felt that he was about to reach the limit of his patience, and he might go crazy if he continued to hide alone in the crypt.

He decided to risk his life and break out of the crypt to see what was going on outside.

Although his eyes were obscured by the rich ink color, Cobra still felt the presence of light the moment he left the drop of blood.

The colorful world was projected directly into his mind, but it looked a bit hazy and ethereal, not as real as what he saw with his eyes.

In this haze, Kobra saw the decapitated girl he threw out lying on the ground not far from the entrance of the cave.

However, the strange thing is that he can clearly hear the sound of countless footsteps, but there is no living thing in his sight at all.

It's no wonder that no one found the girl with her head cut off.

But what is going on with these footsteps?

Kobra wanted to walk to the nearest footsteps to check, but the burning sensation in his body was like a reminder, forcing him to flee back to the crypt in panic.

The burning sensation gradually subsided, and Kobra touched his body with lingering fear in the cave. Large pieces of burned and cracked skin fell to the ground, revealing the fragile and tender flesh underneath.

When a large piece of skin fell off his chest, Kobra nervously touched the place on his chest where the mane of the ancestors grew. When he felt that the thick mane was still on his body, he was slightly relieved. Come.

There was no one up there, so where did the footsteps I heard come from?

After calming down, Cobra felt a strange feeling in his heart as he listened to the footsteps that were still lingering in his ears.

The footsteps sounded like ghosts.

After silently deducing based on the time he spent on the ground today, Kobra felt that as long as he acted quickly, he should have enough time to rush to the nearest place where the footsteps were heard.

Unable to hold back the heat in his heart, Kobra came to the exit of the crypt again. However, this time when he leaned out a little, a strong burning sensation clung to his exposed skin.

Although it was only for a moment, the burning pain caused beads of sweat the size of peas to appear all over his body. This time, several of the ancestral manes on his chest fell off.

Cobra rubbed his chest distressedly. This layer of crisp and tender skin could not protect him from the burning outside.

He knew that he would not be able to explore outside in the short term, so he had no choice but to suppress his impulse and stay in the crypt.

A few days later, seeing his originally fragile skin becoming tough again, Cobra finally plucked up the courage to go out again and find out what was behind those footsteps.

Standing on the edge of the crypt and the outside world, Kobra carefully identified the location. After finally determining the location of the footsteps closest to him, he no longer hesitated and ran towards the direction of the footsteps with all his strength. go.

close!

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Cobra's heart felt hot.

However, at this moment, he heard a clicking sound coming from his body, and a long and narrow crack suddenly appeared on his body.

It's too late, the skin is cracked!