Blaita leaped down at Lin Dao, who was fighting the wolf king below, and without hesitation, opened his huge mouth in mid-air and swallowed the snow wolf whole!
So what if he's exposed? All he wants is for Mr. Lin Dao to live a good life.
With this thought in mind, in the instant he closed his jaws, he stretched out his arms and embraced the wounded Klindall in the center of the pack. Seeing their alpha wolf swallowed whole, the surrounding wolves panicked, leaderless.
Blood trickled from the corner of Klindall's eye, and his vision was somewhat blurred. He vaguely saw the blond boy rushing towards him. Klindall, who had fought to this point with his powerful willpower, struggled to reach out and pull Bretta into his arms.
When Bryta saw the bloodstains all over him, he choked up as he tried to speak: "Mr. Lin Dao... Xiang Youta... he..."
Blood trickled from the corner of Klindall's mouth. He reached out and stroked Bretta's head, his heart filled with boundless sorrow, but he said nothing.
After devouring two, especially the second one which was a mutant, Bleta felt very uncomfortable in his stomach, which was constantly aching. He leaned against Klindall with one hand, looking at the mutant snow wolves around him. Just as he was about to open his mouth again, Klindall noticed his discomfort and covered his mouth with his hand: "No need, let me handle the rest."
The helicopter was still hovering above them. Donovan watched as Blaita devoured the wolf king Apa. Fear and excitement mingled in his chest. His eyes gleamed, and he said to Wiz behind him, "Increase the attack. We must bring Blaita back."
"yes."
Klindall looked at the horde of aliens that had gathered around him again, closed his eyes and felt the power within his body. His black hair moved without wind, and the wound on his snake tail was showing signs of healing, gradually growing longer and thicker. In the next instant, his nearly ten-meter-long snake tail stirred up waves of snow on the snow, like an avalanche. Countless aliens around him were either thrown by the weight of the snake tail, suffering internal bleeding and collapsing to the ground powerless, or were thrown into the snow and buried by this force.
In an instant, the area within a hundred meters was littered with the corpses of the alien species.
Bretta was stunned. At this moment, Klindall exuded a murderous aura, and his originally black eyes had turned into vertical pupils with a scarlet tinge, which made Bretta feel a little scared.
Klindall looked up at the helicopter flying in the air, then turned to look at Blaita and said in a deep voice, "Tata, come here."
For some reason, Bretta suddenly understood. He instantly transformed into his original form, the first time he had ever done so so openly in front of Klindall—a furry little white mouse, which nimbly and quickly climbed up the other's black snake tail—the snake tip reached out and flicked the little guy onto Klindall's shoulder.
The little white mouse, Britta, nearly slipped and fell, landing on Klindall's left shoulder with its little paws splayed out. Meanwhile, a white rose vine, following its owner, came to its side and somewhat awkwardly clung to the large black snake.
Klindall was slightly surprised to see Little White, but quickly regained his composure and looked at the person sitting in the helicopter above him, saying in a deep voice, "Hold on tight."
The mouse had barely managed to stand firmly on his shoulder when its body shot upwards rapidly along with the tail of the Klindall snake—
Donovan, now finally feeling a sliver of fear, stared intently at the man with the human torso and snake tail approaching the cabin, and roared at the pilot, "Idiot! Get going—"
Before he could finish speaking, Klindall had already spun out and smashed the entire helicopter into it—the fuselage was damaged, swaying in the air, and was slammed down by that terrifying force, falling into the snow like a broken kite.
Klindall slowly moved forward, extended his snake tail and crawled directly into the cabin, ruthlessly pulling Donovan out!
Perhaps due to the landing, the aircraft had landed on top of Donovan. Being pulled out in such a violent manner, the man let out a painful howl. The next second, his body was tightly wrapped by the snake's tail and hoisted in front of Klindall.
The once elegant gentleman now displayed a contorted and disheveled expression of pain on his refined features. Klindall stared straight at him and asked in a deep, deliberate voice, "Where is the vaccine?"
Blood trickled down Donovan's forehead, his waist tightly wrapped by the snake's tail. Hearing this, he sneered at Klindall: "What? The former Colonel Klindall has become this monster, and you still dare to dream of using a vaccine? You really think you can go back—uh—"
Before he could finish speaking, Klindall tightened the grip of his snake tail, his bewitching, gleaming vertical pupils staring at him as if he were a dead man.
"Ughh ...
Upon hearing him mention the last sentence, Klindall hardened his heart, tightened his serpent tail, and just as Donovan was about to suffocate, suddenly released him. In an instant, Klindall transformed back into human form from tens of meters high, grabbed the seemingly broken Donovan, and slammed his fist into Donovan's still arrogantly laughing face!
Bretta nearly fell, only managing to land safely and transform back into human form by clinging to the white vines. He felt a churning pain in his stomach, touched his slightly swollen belly, and frowned as he looked at Klindall, who was punching Donovan into the snow.
When Klindall thought of Cheng Cheng, Xiang You, and how Donovan's insane experiments had caused innocent humans to suffer painful mutations and die tragically, he used the most primal method to vent his anger by punching Donovan in the face again and again!
There is no vaccine! There is no savior! Humans, already driven to cramped, dark bases by the aliens, are still killing each other in this cruel way!
Klindall's eyes were bloodshot. That last move had exhausted too much of his strength, and his fists, which were already covered in wounds, were now bleeding from the impact.
The disfigured Donovan, still clinging to life, smirked, deliberately provoking him: "Humanity is beyond saving. Klindall, weren't you great... weren't you a hero... now a monster, you still want to be a savior? Hahahaha!!!" A fierce glint flashed in Donovan's eyes as he leaned closer, staring intently at him. "Don't monsters all want to bite? Come on! Come on..."
Panting heavily, Klindall punched him in the face, sending him sprawling to the side, and said fiercely, "You don't deserve it!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the once impeccably dressed Donovan by the collar, who was now at his last gasp, and hurled him into the snow-covered ground littered with the corpses of the alien species. A segmented limb of one of the alien species pierced through his body, and blood gushed from his mouth onto the pristine snow. The handsome blond man, on the verge of death, stared wide-eyed at the bizarre and terrifying sea of alien corpses all around him.
Klindall was already at his limit. His tall body swayed, and he turned to look at Bryta, who was clutching her stomach and looking pale. Suddenly, he leaned forward, bent one knee, and knelt in the snow, falling forward. "Klindall!" Bryta quickly stepped forward and caught him.
Bretta had a strong feeling that Mr. Klindall was also dying. He was so frightened that tears instantly welled up in his eyes, and he frantically reached out to hug him tightly: "Klindall! Mr. Klindall... Mr. Lin Dao... Lin Dao! Don't die... Don't die! Waaaaaah—Lin Dao! Lin Dao, don't die! You can't die—!"
He felt the increasingly cold body leaning against his shoulder, and his heart felt as if it were being stabbed and churned by a knife. The pain made him open his mouth, letting in cold air into his lungs. His lips trembled as he gasped for breath, and after a long while, he lost his voice.
"Lin Dao—! Lin... Lin Dao—! Don't die... I beg you... I beg you..." He lifted Lin Dao's shoulders and, for the first time, boldly gripped them tightly, forcing his almost closed eyes to look at him.
Klingdale's vision blurred, and he struggled to make out Bretta's face. He could only manage a weak smile as he reached out to touch Bretta's face, his voice hoarse and strained: "...Ta...Ta, being human is so hard...Eat...eat me, let me..." His voice suddenly became urgent, "...let me grow into your flesh and blood...and be with you...forever..."
Bretta's face was covered in tears. He shook his head desperately and sobbed, "No... I don't want to! Mr. Lin Dao... Don't die! Don't die! Don't leave me... Don't leave me alone! Don't leave me, waaaaaah..." He looked frantically at his eyes that were about to close, "Save you, I can save you... Aren't I the only successful test subject! I..." He lowered his head and produced a short knife in his right hand. Without hesitation, he cut a gash in his left arm, and blood gushed out.
He quickly placed the bleeding arm against Klindall's mouth, reached out and opened his mouth, trying to drip all the blood into it. Blood flowed freely, and much of it was wasted dripping onto the snow.
As if she felt no pain, Blaita desperately fed Klindall more of her blood: "I can save you... my blood can save you... please, don't die... don't die... don't die..."
However, Klindall's hand, which he wanted to touch his head one last time, suddenly fell limp, his eyes closed completely, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Britta stared at him in disbelief, her eyes wide and red with tears.
"Lin Dao—!"
"Don't die...don't die...ah...ah..." Bretta could barely utter a sound as he clutched his increasingly cold body, screaming in anguish, "—Aa ...
On the vast land, he stood up, holding his recently deceased lover, and walked forward step by step with difficulty and exhaustion. Little White silently stretched out four pure white roses and surrounded Colonel Klindall's shoulders as he closed his eyes.
“Mr. Lin Dao… I’ll take you home, I’ll take you home…” He stubbornly hugged the tall man and moved forward, wanting to leave this cold and icy place. The wound on his arm dripped blood all the way until it gradually healed.
Pale-faced, Britta endured the pain in her stomach and led the man forward step by step.
Suddenly, he stumbled and fell to the ground, sending the man's body flying into the snow. Little White seemed to freeze and hibernate.
Bleta hurriedly tried to get up and pick him up, but suddenly could not bear it any longer and vomited several times, spitting out several men that landed on the snow.
Before Bretta could even see who it was... her vision blurred and the world spun around her, and she completely lost consciousness, collapsing beside the closed-eyed Klindall.
Snowflakes fell softly, and after an unknown amount of time, the bloodstains at the corner of the black-haired man's mouth beside Bretta gradually disappeared along his lips. His eyelids twitched, and in a daze, he slowly opened his eyes, seeing Bretta so close to him. He slowly reached out and touched Bretta's face. Could he see him again in his dreams after death, or had he already been devoured?
The man's lips curled into a slight smile as he leaned in, closed his eyes, and kissed the boy's lips...
The snow covered them from head to toe.
Tata, we'll be together forever.
In the vast snowfield, a white-winged man carrying a young man was searching everywhere in the sky.
"There they are! Quick! They're there!" Qiao Song's joyful voice rang out in the air. After Wei Tang saw the people on the ground, he suddenly swooped down and flew down with him.
Meanwhile, a blond man whose body had been pierced through finally dragged his mangled body to a place full of blood. He buried his head and stuck out his tongue, shoving the blood-stained snowflakes into his mouth. His mouth was full of snowflakes mixed with blood, and beneath his handsome features, a crazy and obsessive smile appeared in his eyes.
A foot in a black military boot suddenly stepped on his injured back, causing his smile to freeze. He slowly turned his head and, through the gloomy winter light, saw a face he had long forgotten.
When the other person recognized him, he was taken aback at first, but then the corners of his mouth turned up. Taking advantage of the position of stepping on his back, he bent down, reached out and lifted his chin, and sneered: "Count Donovin? You've finally met your match, acting like a dog."
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Author's Note: Hint: The last one to appear is a dark CP, so torture him severely, pin him down and beat him up.
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