Whoosh! Looking at the remaining enemies below, who were surprised and uncertain, Watson quickly made arrangements!
"System, tally the levels."
"Ding! Statistics show that you have killed 67 Free Fighters, gaining 670 experience points, and 2 Free Fighter Leaders, gaining 100 experience points!
Current level: 8. Current experience: (40/800)! Current summon points: 3."
"System, summon one Pukei-Pukei!"
"Ding! Pukei-Pukei x1 (16 meters) has been placed in the monster space! Current summon points: 2."
Holy cow! Even calling you a 'super-sized golden' doesn't do you justice—from now on, I'll call you… Big Hua!
"System, release Big Hua in front of me!" Then, he performed a 'body swap' operation.
Now, it's time to get even!
Boom! Whoosh!
Huh, wait a minute?? Is that—a sandstorm!?
Damn it! Why a sandstorm now?! It would be such a waste to leave like this.
Watson's mind raced, and he decided to go all out and give it a try!
"System, final experience tally."
"Big Hua, start your dive. Once you land, commence free slaughter."
Watson once again pulled out his 4-meter long tachi!
"If once isn't enough, then twice it is!"
He locked onto his target: the enemy's last armored vehicle!
Swoosh!!
"Demacia!!!!!"
This time, facing an armored vehicle that wasn't as heavily armored, it wasn't a downward stab!
A fiery red thin line flashed by!
Boom!!!
The entire vehicle body had been split in two!
Revealing an incredulous face in the driver's seat!
"System! Release all monsters!"
"Free slaughter!"
With five flashes of white light, the monsters that had previously retreated reappeared on the battlefield!
Roar, roar, roar!! A series of soul-stirring roars announced their return to the slaughter!
The moment Little Hua appeared, he called Big Hua to join him, and together they charged towards the armed jeep that had been chasing his tail earlier!
Fierce 1 and Fierce 2 also used their sense of smell to find their group of 'old enemies.'
This time! The enemy was powerless to resist!!!
In less than half an hour, the last truck attempting to escape was slowly dissolving in two large puddles of venom.
"Ding! All owned dragon species will gradually adapt to the rules of this universe, and their individual abilities will be enhanced in different aspects."
"Ding! Host reminder: Kulu-Ya-Ku, having adapted to the world's rules, has gained a special ability: Pilfer (Treasure Hunt)."
Great Jagras has gained a special ability: Food Storage. Some lower-tier dragons must be promoted to higher-tier to gain special abilities!
"??" Watson asked with a puzzled expression, "System, what are special abilities?"
"Ding! Special abilities refer to new skills that emerge after each monster has been exposed to the world's rules for a long period of time."
"Will all dragons have them?"
"Ding! Unknown."
"When will other dragons get them? What skills will they develop?"
"Ding! Unknown."
"Tch!! Trash system!!!"
Watson looked at the injured Fierce 1 and Little Hua, his heart aching. However, for mere first-stage lower-tier dragons to possess such combat power, not to mention their potential to grow stronger, Watson was already very satisfied. Now it was time for them to rest: "Great job, guys! You're the best."
Roar, roar~
"System, retrieve all monsters except Little Kulu-Ya-Ku!"
Looking at the approaching sandstorm, Watson knew time was running out!!!
"Brother Kulu-Ya-Ku, hurry up and search! It's up to you!"
Upon hearing this, Little Kulu-Ya-Ku immediately ran towards the armored vehicle that Watson had stabbed, used its slender claws to pry open the rear door a few times, and then, with its rear end sticking out, rummaged through it!
Caw! Little Kulu-Ya-Ku, seemingly having found something, immediately ran to Watson.
It loosened its claws.
Thud!
A military backpack??
Never mind! "System! Retrieve Little Kulu-Ya-Ku, release Big Hua!"
"Big Hua! Let's go!"
Roar, roar, roar!!!
Whoosh! Whoosh! The huge, wavy wings flapped forcefully!
Bang! A violent whooshing sound erupted, and it instantly shot out!
Looking at the battlefield behind him, swallowed by the sandstorm, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief: "Perfect—no need to clean up the battlefield—all evidence will be buried in the sand sea~ Hmm—now let's see what's in this bag?"
"A razor? Throw it away—I don't even have a beard. A large water bottle?… Why does it smell strange? Throw it away! Holy cow! Sanitary pads!! I don't even have a girlfriend! Throw them away!! Hmm? This is—a military map! Aha! Oh right, I seem to have forgotten something…"
"System! Tally the experience!"
"Ding! Statistics show that you have killed 44 Free Fighters, gaining 440 experience points, and 1 Free Fighter Leader, gaining 50 experience points!
Current level: 8. Current experience: (530/800)!"
"Hmm, level 8… almost level 10. I estimate that with the system's usual behavior, there will definitely be big changes at level 10! Base 4 is located below 1, 2, and 3—Tony Stark is at Base 1? Then aren't I just on the way? Hehehe, Big Hua! Let's head east! Kill one if we see one!"
Roar, roar, roar!
---Free Fighter Outpost 3
"Are you kidding me?! That was enough firepower to attack Asala City! They had tanks! They had armored vehicles! And now you're telling me! They've lost contact?!"
"Boss, we've been trying to contact them since the beginning, but there's been no reply. And—the lookout's observer said there was a sandstorm in the direction of Outpost 4… they might… they might have already been buried under the sand—"
"—Tell the remaining brothers to gather. We're going to Outpost 1! The fall of Outpost 4 is definitely because of that Tony Stark!!! We must—"
Outside the cave, a sudden burst of intense gunfire, screams, and the howls of some unknown animal erupted!
"Enemy attack!!! Leader!! We're under attack!!!" A Free Fighter, his face covered in blood, ran in.
"Who is it? The government army? Or the Americans??"
"It's… it's—it's… a demon—"
"Huh??"
Just as the leader was about to say something else, he suddenly noticed a huge black shadow behind the warrior in front of him!!! The only thing he could clearly see! Was two rows of hook-like giant teeth!!!
The warrior saw the leader's expression, and he seemed to understand something… But when he tried to escape! He found that his legs were completely unresponsive!: "No… no… don't do this… move, quickly!! Please!!! Please…"
"Fierce 2, let him go for now."
At this moment, Watson, clad in his Rathalos armor, walked over.
This leader was relatively calm. He took two steps forward—but then saw Fierce 2's ferocious face… and retreated three steps… cautiously, he spoke: "Respected Mr. Demon, I wonder if you need someone to run errands?"
"I only need someone who won't reveal my whereabouts. Do you know that kind of person?"
"I know, sir…" Saying this, the leader tremblingly raised the gun in his hand, aimed it at his temple, and closed his eyes tightly—"Ahhh!!! Go to hell!!!"
Bang, bang, bang!! Three consecutive bullets hit Watson's helmet, making a crisp sound.
"Oh ~ Fierce 2, he's all yours. I just came in to show off a bit ~"