Chapter 711
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Dean glanced at it. When he had approached it, it had fiercely pounced on him, treating him like a worm and ready to eat him. But now it was too scared to approach him. The chains on its feet rattled. If it were not firmly tied to the boulder, it would have flown into the air.
"It seems that this demonic body has completely concealed the smell of a human. It's no different from a monster." Dean thought in his heart. If it were a monster, it would be normal to scare this giant eagle. After all, his physique was much stronger than this ferocious bird. Beasts and monsters had far more accurate judgment in this regard than humans. They could distinguish what was a prey and what was a predator.
He ignored the giant eagle and quickly performed a set of punches on the square. Bang! Bang! The air seemed to explode in front of his fists. His body created a strong wind as he moved. Wherever he passed, the sand and dust on the ground would give way.
He jumped in front of a towering ancient tree outside the square and raised his hand to grab it. With a tearing sound, half of the bark of the ancient tree was forcibly pulled out by him.
Dean let go of his hand and retreated. He put away the power of the magic marks. The Demon Hunter covering his body gradually condensed and turned into a giant sword.
"The feeling of having a demonic body is really different from before." Dean's eyes flashed. Although there was no opponent to spar with him and test his strength, through the previous display, he could roughly feel the strength in his body. It was stronger than all the Frontiersmen he had seen! However, compared with the Pioneers, there was still a big gap.
Regardless of whether it was Emino, Hiro, Ronon, or the others, the strength and speed that they displayed were all above his. Furthermore, they all had excellent close-quarters combat techniques. If he were to really fight them, he would still be unable to match them, but it was possible for him to protect himself and escape.
It was quite amazing to be able to do this!
It should be known that most of the people who could become Pioneers had magic marks in their body. The lowest magic mark was a rare one, second only to the legendary level!
However, he was only at the early stage of the Frontiersman. If it was any other Frontiersman, even if they were talented, they would not be able to withstand a single blow from a pioneer. They would be as humble as an ant. All of this was due to the huge increase brought by his legendary deified magic mark. His physique was much stronger than that of a rare magic mark of the same level.
In addition to his tyrannical physique, Dean felt that his combat ability was far more tyrannical than before. The benefits of the Magic Body fully played the role of his legendary magic mark. When he used his fists and feet, he felt extraordinarily free, as if he had broken free from all shackles. Even when he made actions that were completely unimaginable in the past, it was still very easy.
When he retracted his demonic body, he felt like he was trapped in a sturdy tortoise shell. He felt uncomfortable all over. He had all his strength but nowhere to use it.
But if he had experienced the sweetness of the demonic body, he would not have such a feeling at all. The so-called extravagance was easy, but the simplicity was difficult. He could only adapt to this feeling. After all, entering the demonic body state with the help of the Magic Hunter consumed a lot of physical energy. Unlike other people who had directly evolved their body into the demonic body, they could maintain the demonic body state at any time, and they could only maintain the demonic body state without any additional consumption.
But entering the demonic body through the Magic Hunter consumed a huge amount of internal energy. At this moment, he felt a burst of hunger in his stomach.
"There is sacrifice and there is gain. God is still fair." Dean thought in his heart. He did not build the Magic Hunter and directly evolved his body into the demonic form. Obviously, he was stronger and more advantageous in a protracted war. But he abandoned the human society and could only live in the shadow of the giant wall. He was spurned and feared. If he lived like this for a long time, it was hard to guarantee that he would not go crazy.
Dean went back to the Temple and asked Neuss to get food and the liquor he brewed. He was ready to supplement the consumption of his body. The cold in his frozen left arm spread to his left chest as the hunger hit him. If it was for a long time, his heart would be frozen and his life would be in danger.
The liquor he brewed didn't disappoint him. Every time he took a sip it would dispel a lot of the cold and restore his body's warmth.
"I'll take a break before injecting God's marrows." Dean temporarily put away the God's marrows on the table. Although he had a large amount of God's marrows in hand, he couldn't inject them all at once. He needed to do it step by step. But he estimated that he would use up the God's marrows in ten days to half a month if he used up all the God's marrows. He didn't know if his physique would be able to break through the pioneer's realm by then.
He believed that his combat ability would surpass Hiro, Ronon and the others if he could reach that step. He would be able to attack the inner wall at that time with the help of the Lightning God's technique.
Seven or eight people were sitting in a circle in the inner wall. The old man who was sitting in the main seat was tall and sturdy. His hair was gray but his body didn't have the slightest hunch. Instead, his muscles were bulging. There were several people sitting in front of him. One of them had a gauze wrapped around his arm. His face was pale and haggard. It seemed that he was seriously injured.
"Everyone, the Monastery is responsible for assisting the military to clean up all the infected zombies in the cities. We will cooperate with them to build the isolation zone." The dean said in a deep voice: "It is said that the undeads of pioneer level have appeared in Carmen, Vincent and Big Bulin. The military has sent the God of War to kill them. Which one of you is willing to represent the Monastery?"
Everyone looked at each other in silence.
"Humph!" The dean slapped the table: "Don't you usually talk a lot? Why are you mute at the critical moment? Do you want me to assign you personally?"
Hearing this, several people's expressions changed. The old man with the gauze in his hand said carefully, "Dean, I was injured when I went to clean up the zombies in Kelo City not long ago. If I were to fight with the explorers, I'm afraid …"
The dean looked at him: "You don't need to go. I don't want to add another undeads to the list."
"Dean, many people in our branch have been infected. I'm afraid that we don't have time …" Another person whispered.
When the others saw this, they immediately complained.
"It seems that I really have to assign you." The Dean sneered and pointed out three names. "One city each. Pick one for yourselves. There's no room for discussion! You must arrive before moonrise. If you don't go I will directly hand you over to the higher-ups. "
The three people who were named looked at each other. They could only agree.
"It's an emergency. You three go first. The others tell me about the situation in your branch."
The three of them immediately got up and left.
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