With a slight look in her eyes, Yu Ziyu began to read the genius of the giant gorilla
[ race: Mutant.
Rank: 8.
Talent: Berserker-can selectively give up part of the reason, so as to obtain large-scale strength and speed blessing, become a true sense of the Berserker Monster.
Ability: brute force strike-a strong body, far beyond its rank, endows it with very deadly power.
Great skill -- compared to conventional mutant beasts, great apes have great fighting skill, and are able to use everything to aid in combat. ]
"Well, this guy, he's got a lot of talent."
With a simple comment, Yu Ziyu also looked at the giant gorilla in the distance.
Looking at it, Yu Ziyu couldn't help thinking of a well-known creature in a previous life-king Kong.
However, compared with King Kong, this chimpanzee is not very big.
And, more importantly, it doesn't have the impact of King Kong.
King Kong, a mutant beast with a life of its own, is, in a sense, the guardian of that island. He can punch helicopters, rip up octopuses and eat their tentacles alive, use tree trunks as golden hoops and hurl propellers, using chains as ropes, he can smash skull lizards to death.
This little ape is no match for violence.
However, Yu believes this should be cultivable.
Still, there is something about this 'little' ape's gift-rage-that gives it a great deal of power and speed at the expense of some sanity.
I don't know why this little guy didn't just use it, but it does have the potential to be a raging beast.
Thinking about this, Yu Ziyu said bluntly:
"Do you have a name?"
"First... name?"
Even the giant gorilla, who hadn't yet gotten used to mental conversation, was taken aback.
But for a moment, a voice was heard in his head:
"From now on, your name will be King Kong."
"King Kong..."
The eyes of the giant gorilla flickered in a whisper.
Now, though, he doesn't quite understand the name.
Somehow, though, he seems to like it.
...
With a smile, Yu Ziyu didn't care too much about the performance of King Kong, but pulled the branches.
"Click."
With a crackling sound, a drop of very rich green liquid oozes from the broken part of the branch.
"Ho..."
With a sudden growl, Kong looks at the green liquid and suddenly becomes excited.
"This is your first gift."
Yu Ziyu has spread the green essence to King Kong.
For a moment,
"Ho..."
With a terrible roar, the King Kong, who had swallowed the green essence, suddenly beat his chest with excitement.
"Boom, Boom, boom..."
With one powerful roar after another, King Kong's body is beginning to change.
And this, too, is understandable.
King Kong has a good track record as a leader of the Misty Mountains.
Back then, all his peers had reached the top of the ninth rank.
Now, with Yu Ziyu this extraordinary second-order life of the essence of biological stimulation, the head of the 'hegemony' is also beginning a new transformation.
"Ho..."
With a roar, King Kong's huge body rises again.
In an instant, it had reached seven or eight meters.
Seen from afar, it looks like a black giant standing on the Earth.
But even more exaggerated is the fact that he looks very solid and terrible muscles...
"Click, click..."
Like the crisp sound of Bone Ming, King Kong's muscles like coiled on the body like the dragon began to creep.
And as the muscles wriggled, a terrible smell came over them.
"Rank... nine..."
With a chuckle, Yu Ziyu looked at King Kong with a touch of admiration.
It's a good talent. It's something to develop.
It is a pity that he has other plans for King Kong, but it is difficult to do his nine beasts.
With this in mind, Yu Ziyu looked into the distance and saw the complete transformation of King Kong:
"Go and gather your people."
"Yes, my Lord."
Without hesitation, or rather, King Kong, who was very excited at the moment, was full of 'thanks to Yu Ziyu. . . '
How could he be thinking too much.
"Boom, Boom, boom..."
Step forward, the Earth is constantly shaking, King Kong has been turned into a shadow, disappeared in Yu Ziyu Vision.
In the meantime,
"Sing, sing, sing..."
Three peregrine falcons have spread their wings in the midst of their high-pitched calls.
"Follow him, and if he shows any sign of leaving the Misty Mountains, kill him."
With that, Boss, 2nd and 3rd have all been turned into arrows heading for the night sky.
Although some trust King Kong, but after all, just subdue.
The necessary second-hand, or need.
If King Kong really does go along with him, it won't work.
But if he did, the peregrine falcon would tell him what"Real Terror" was?
.....
And at that moment, somewhere in the Federation.
"How do you deal with a mountain of fog?"
"It really is a problem, with the disappearance of prehistoric crocodiles and the possible existence of mist life... alas..."
"Is mist life, at this point, established?"
"There's a 40-40 chance. Of the three search parties sent so far, the few who have returned are all mentally disturbed, but they all say they saw the fog spinning and monsters appearing..."
A sound of the discussion, dozens of sit solemnly, dressed in military uniform, is also solemn.
But then, as if on cue, a man stood up and said:
"Fog Mountain, we can't give up investigation. Whether fog life exists is very important to us."
At this point, the soldier looked around the group and added:
"I suggest that we continue to send teams into the fog mountains and at the same time expressly prohibit ordinary people from entering the Fog Mountains."
"Also, if we do confirm the existence of fog life, I hope we can come up with a proper solution."
"The Confederacy is in chaos now, with mutant sea monsters on the coasts, mutant ice beasts in the north, and Mighty Mutant Beasts in the Great Rivers."
"I don't want another misty life...".