Looking at the man with wings on his back suddenly, the bald young man turned pale.

The man in front of him was extremely burly, and he could easily see his muscles under his black combat uniform. Behind him, a pair of steel wings that were more than two meters long, with broken holes, large or small, on his face.

But the bald young man would not foolishly think that the reason why there are broken holes on these steel wings is because of injuries or something. This race is born like this.

What made the bald young man tremble like the steel wings was that the man in front of him had a pair of blue-black vertical pupils.

Vertical pupils!

This is the characteristic of the Zerg!

The Zerg eats everything, and the one in front of them is still a transformed high Zerg.

The combat power of the higher Zerg is thousands of times higher than that of the lower Zerg. It is absolutely impossible to strangle a higher Zerg without the power of a group!

God, he is really going to die here this time...

Taylor looked at the human being who had already started shaking in front of him, disdain flashed through his eyes, and stepped forward a few steps, stretched out his hand and pulled the bald young man's collar, dragged it away.

The bald young man who was shocked when he was grabbed by the collar really thought he had to hang here, but what shocked him was that the high Zerg did not kill him, and the other party just took him away like he was carrying garbage.

Then soon, the bald young man saw the scene that made his scalp numb, and he wished he had never been here for an adventure today.

After being dragged out of the grass, he saw that the hill was full of men with steel wings on their backs, all with vertical pupils!

What made the bald young man even more faint was that he saw several very large Hezos not far away, the terrifying weapon that could only be seen on combat channels or even textbooks in the past is now truly appearing in front of him.

And, there are far more than one!

My life is about to be cold. The bald young man thought in despair.

After being dragged away for a short while again, the bald young man felt like he was thrown out.

Caught off guard, he fell so much that his mouth was filled with mud.

Suddenly, a shiny boot appeared in front of him, black and dull, and the black leather boot was now only three or four centimeters away from his nose.

The bald young man shivered.

The next moment, he felt like he was being picked up again.

When they met those pure golden vertical pupils, the bald young man was stunned.

Too cold.

Too indifferent.

The eyes had no temperature or any emotional fluctuations. The high Zerg looked at him as if he was looking at a dead object.

Abourne looked at the human being held in his hand and felt it carefully, and found that there was indeed a thin and mellow fragrance on this human being.

"Where is she?!"

The low male voice was without a trace of ups and downs, and this opening was a common federal term that shocked the bald young man.

Don’t the people in the research institute say that the Zerg cannot understand human language?!

Fuck! Now this person who speaks the standard federal language is not a human at all, right?

But after the shock, the bald young man was confused.

Who did he say?!

It didn't get a reply for a long time, which made the high Zerg with golden eyes a little impatient. Although there was still no expression on his face, the golden vertical eyes had more murderous aura than before.

"Where is she?!" Abone asked again.

The bald young man who came into contact with the murderous aura suddenly came back to his senses and whispered: "You...who are you talking about?!"
Chapter completed!