Chapter 349 Transformation into a Lion

Jonathan wiped away the trace of blood slowly dripping from his brow.

The third mark hidden deep in the soul body vibrates slightly, and the casting phase also trembles slightly, like a tiny yet huge steam engine making a rumbling sound and spewing out high enough heat to ignite the air.

This boiling and hot breath flows to the body that has been tempered for thousands of times, bringing the possibility of change.

Jonathan also chanted the secret knowledge corresponding to change in his heart. The fire runes that only existed in the spiritual world began to dance happily with the support of the third mark, and the mysterious words like flames also seemed to be added as violently as thick oil. The flames of explosion and change contain the power of destruction and creation, and can already clearly affect the solid waking world.

The injured bones between his brows melted into pale golden bone fluid like reforged steel. The yellow projectile that lost its support suddenly relaxed and slowly slid out from between the skin and flesh.

The heartbeat surges in time, and the broken bone fragments among the flesh and blood begin to gather themselves as if they have self-awareness, filling the vacant position between the eyebrows, and once again smelting new and complete bones.

In just a few breaths, the injury between Jonathan's eyebrows had completely healed. His forehead bones were as smooth as a creation shining with a faint golden light, leaving no trace of bone cracks.

“Whatever doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.”

Jonathan murmured the great teachings of the Golden General. His bones had been shattered and tempered more than once, and now every inch of his body was hard enough to break solid rocks.

And the mortal John Watson, who was hiding in the woods in front of the diagnostic building, naturally noticed the changes in the other party. He witnessed with his own eyes the horrifying scene of the other party extruding the warhead and then quickly healing his injuries, and he couldn't help but feel a slight ripple of surprise in his heart.

But at the same time, he had already loaded new bullets into the Martini rifle. Without hesitation, he directly raised the gun arm and pulled the trigger. This bullet was still aimed at the center of the eyebrow that had just been hit - even if the opponent It has an extremely powerful and terrifying self-healing ability, but it is impossible to completely heal in such a short period of time!

‘A bullet cannot break the head, so two or three bullets hitting the same place in succession should be able to break the hard forehead bone...right? ’

John Watson was thinking this in his mind. The slight recoil had hit the shoulder that was holding the gun butt, but this did not affect the stability of his holding the gun at all.

The tens of thousands of martini rifle shooting experiences in his memory from an unknown source had already made his muscles adapt to the rhythm of the rifle stock's retreat, and smoothly integrated it into his own movement rhythm, even when he was running fast. His shooting accuracy will not be affected on the road.

The .45-caliber projectiles spurted out and hit the handsome man's forehead again. This time he vowed to complete the task that the previous warhead brother failed to complete - crush the target's forehead bone and drill into it. The opponent's brain was tumbling and jumping until the fragile brain was turned into pulp!

Jonathan looked at the gun flames blooming again in the forest, and a sarcastic smile appeared on that handsome face that was indistinguishable from male to female.

This time he faced the bullets that were coming at him again. He still did not dodge or dodge. He even hit his head hard in the direction of the gun flames, trying to collide head-on with the oncoming projectiles!

clang--

Carrying the last wish of the last brother, the whistling projectile hit the hard forehead bone hard, and suddenly there was a crisp sound of gold and iron colliding, like the sharpest spear piercing the hardest shield, One of the two must lose at the cost of being shattered into pieces.

But the loser in this collision was the metal projectile carrying an angry charge.

Metal projectiles carrying the gunpowder propulsion power of modern civilization technology were shockingly defeated by the human forehead bone, which is only composed of calcium and salt! ! !

Such an appalling fact is enough to subvert the understanding of today's scientific community, but for scholars of invisible arts who have mastered the secrets of the hidden world, it is not a surprising thing, and the enemy who fights against this projectile, But O the Knower who has passed through the Stag Gate!

In such a violent collision, the hard metal bullet was dented and collapsed like a withered seed, but one could only helplessly look at the blood-stained forehead bone with thin cracks in front of him, and then slumped to the ground... Ah, The injuries I caused were actually not as deep as the last brother. I lost, I lost.

Thanks to the excellent vision given by the prosthetic pupil in his left eye, John Watson can also clearly see the result of this fierce collision between metal and calcium salt - the flesh and blood between the handsome man's eyebrows have cracked, but the tiny one is rapidly moving In the healed gap of flesh and blood, only a very shallow crack was left on the forehead bone where the faint golden light circulated.

However, there was no time to be depressed about the failure of the first two brothers. The third projectile roared out of the gun chamber! ! !

Faced with such an enemy with extremely hard bones and extremely terrifying self-healing ability, John Watson had no choice but to take out his spare second Martini rifle. He had no time to slowly reload the ammunition - in a short time In just a few seconds, the other party was able to recover most of the injury on his forehead. If he waits until the weapon is loaded again, then the other party's injury must have been completely healed.

The disdainful smile at the corner of Jonathan's mouth had just risen, and then a certain part of his skull began to vibrate slightly. Some kind of beast-like sensitive intuition seemed to be able to sense the approaching danger and the attack of the second projectile. Come!

But at this moment, the crack in his forehead bone has only just been partially healed.

‘In such a recovery period, if we welcome this third bullet, it may not be able to completely pierce my forehead bone...but considering that the other party may have a third or fourth bullet hidden, it’s better to give in for now. ’

‘There is already a team of supporting soldiers within the range of telepathic perception, and they are about to arrive. ’

‘We don’t have time to play around with this mortal anymore… we must fight quickly! ’

Such thoughts passed through Jonathan's mind in an instant. He had actually tilted his head in bliss as early as the moment John Watson pulled the trigger.

The bullet inevitably deflected and only cut a bloody mark on the head of that handsome face, which was so deep that it was visible to the bone, but that was all, and it did not cause any real effective injuries at all.

While dodging the bullet, Jonathan also ducked in front of the dying Hammond, stabbed a sharp straight punch directly into the coward's chest, and held the dying heart.

His palms began to turn as red as hot iron, and the palms of his palms spit out fiery steaming breath. This turbid white steam heat was not spit out continuously like spring water, but was spit out following a certain rhythm and rhythm, like Some kind of ballet rhythm.

And in this steaming heat, the heart, which had lost too much blood and was gradually decaying, gradually became ruddy and shiny, as if it was rejuvenated with vitality.

But this is just a wonderful moment like a flashback.

Under the penetration of Jonathan's power, the potential vitality of all Hammond's cells was awakened, rushing towards the heart that was about to stagnate, trying to extend the life of this residual body.

However, the life energy squeezed out with all his life became the meal of another hungry beast, and was swept away by the cloud of turbid white steam entwining inside and outside the heart.

"Hammond, give your last strength and fight with me... You can still retain a trace of the dignity of a warrior."

Hot water steam rises from the top of the handsome man's head, flowing through the golden hair and dancing wildly without wind. The ferocious fangs stab out from the mouth, and the jaw bones seem to bulge forward with a crackling sound, as if Become a ferocious lion king standing on the top of a mountain overlooking the forest.

Jonathan licked his pale teeth, which were as sharp as daggers, and stepped on the ground with such terrifying force that the soft grass rolled over.

He waved his arms that extended out the slender bone blades and rushed towards the woods. With just a casual wave of his hand, he easily cut off the trees blocking his path and attacked the poor mortal.