Evolve from a Tree

3This five-headed, muscular, mountain-like creature called Tap-Foot came from an otherworldly race called Anyou.     0

    

The strength of their race was easy to determine.    

    

One head is Common Stage, two heads are Spirit Stage, three heads are Aperture Stage …    

    

Using this analogy, the strength of this five headed Anyov Race Monster was his fate.    

    

Every extra head on the Anyov Race brought about a new kind of innate ability, and every extra life. Adding on their monster level bodies, this was a nightmare many living beings didn't want to face.    

    

When they were hungry, even their entire clan was just food for walking.    

    

Tap-Foot's meat was simply too late to escape from the hundreds of foreign nationals captured by the allied forces, and that was in Worster. Under Brown's compulsory order, these people were protected by the captivity, and were eaten up by the other non-humankind.    

    

This was not Worster's kind heart, he only left these citizens here to turn them into weapons that could defeat the Lih Kingdom alliance.    

    

"..."    

    

A large group of ordinary people, whose hands and feet were tied with ropes, were numbly walking towards the battlefield.    

    

"Come on, all of you, hurry up! You bunch of useless bastards!"    

    

"Ethan, you idiot, these fat, tasty, two-legged sheep aren't trash. They taste much better than your sister."    

    

"Rhett, I still remember the smell of your damned old man."    

    

Two halves of Anyov Race's stinky saliva flew out, their red eyes staring straight at each other's head, their saliva constantly flowing out.    

    

"Both of them. Mom. Shut your sh * t, you bunch of idiots. If you have the time, you can start an internal strife here. Mom. "Hurry up and send these two-legged sheep to the battlefield, then we can eat the young children with even more tender meat as soon as possible."    

    

A three headed Anyov Race cultivator cursed.    

    

"Whoever says more nonsense will waste the best time of my life to enjoy delicious food. Tonight, I will chop them into pieces and make them my rations!"    

    

This group of monsters stopped scolding and battling, venting the anger in their hearts onto the numb forward moving humans.    

    

They raised the iron whips held in their hands and swung towards those tottering human beings.    

    

These iron whips were specially made and were embedded with fine barbs.    

    

Any casual whip strike would be able to take away a large amount of flesh and blood. The wound was so deep that the bones could be seen, and the organs were shattered.    

    

If an ordinary person were to be hit by an iron whip, even if they didn't die on the spot, they wouldn't be able to live for long.    

    

These 'dead' would automatically become food for the Anyov Race.    

    

There were also those who were unable to move at all, and those who were a burden to their movement speed would be torn into two by the Anyov Race monsters overseeing them. After chewing a few times, they would be swallowed into their stomachs.    

    

Boiling hot blood splashed everywhere and splattered on the ground, but it was quickly covered up by the dust and sand.    

    

The rest of them spread their weak legs and continued to walk forward numbly, past this land that had once been stained red with blood, towards the end of the line of destruction.    

    

It wasn't that they didn't dare to resist.    

    

They had fought back.    

    

However, all those who dared to resist became the food of these man-eating monsters. When all those who dared to resist were eaten, the remaining unarmed people would gradually become numb.    

    

No matter how much they resisted, they were only food to the monsters.    

    

Humans, ordinary humans, were too weak in the face of these monsters.