Chapter 349: Lion Transformation

Jonathan wiped away the tiny amount of blood that was slowly seeping from his brow.

The third mark hidden deep in his soul vibrated slightly, and the casting phase was also trembling slightly, like a tiny but huge steam engine bursting out with a rumbling sound and spewing out high temperature and heat enough to ignite the air.

This boiling and hot breath flowed to the life body that had been tempered for thousands of times, bringing the possibility of change.

Jonathan also chanted the secret knowledge corresponding to the change in his heart. The fire runes that only existed in the spiritual world began to dance happily with the support of the third mark. The flame-like mysterious words also violently burned like thick oil. The changing flames contained the power of destruction and creation, which could clearly affect the solid waking world.

The injured bones on his brow melted into light golden bone liquid like recast steel, and the golden bullet that lost its support suddenly relaxed and slowly slid out from the flesh.

The heart surged and leaped at the right time, and the broken bone fragments in the flesh and blood began to gather themselves together as if they had self-awareness, filling the vacant position of the brow bone, and melting a new and complete bone again.

In just a few breaths, Jonathan's forehead injury had completely healed, and his forehead bone was smooth as a creation shining with a faint golden light, without any traces of bone cracks.

"Anything that doesn't kill us will make us stronger."

Jonathan murmured the great teachings of the Golden General. His bones had been broken and tempered more than once, and now every inch of his bones was hard enough to break the hard stone.

And John Watson, a mortal hiding in the grove in front of the diagnostic building, naturally noticed the other party's changes. He witnessed the horrifying scene of the other party squeezing out the bullet and then the injury healed quickly, and a faint ripple of surprise appeared in his heart.

But at the same time, he had already loaded new bullets into the Martini rifle. Without a moment's hesitation, he raised his gun arm and pulled the trigger. This bullet was still aimed at the forehead that had just been hit - even if the opponent had an extremely powerful and terrifying self-healing ability, it was impossible for it to be completely healed in such a short time!

'If one bullet can't break the head, then two or three bullets hitting the same place continuously should be able to break the hard frontal bone... right? '

John Watson thought about this in his mind, and the slight recoil had hit his shoulder against the butt of the gun, but it did not affect his stability in holding the gun at all.

The tens of thousands of Martini rifle shooting experiences in the memory of unknown origin had already made his muscles adapt to the rhythm of the butt retreating, and smoothly integrated it into his own movement rhythm, even running fast would not affect his shooting accuracy.

The .45 caliber bullet spurted out with a bang, and once again attacked the handsome man's forehead. This time, he vowed to complete the task that the previous bullet brother failed to complete - smashing the target's frontal bone, drilling into the opponent's brain, rolling and leaping, until the fragile brain was smashed into pieces!

Jonathan looked at the gun flames that burst out again in the forest, and a hint of ironic smile appeared on his handsome face that was difficult to distinguish between men and women.

This time, facing the bullets that were shot again, he still did not dodge or evade, but even knocked his head hard in the direction of the gun flames, and actually wanted to fight the oncoming bullets head-on!

Clang——

The whistling and flying bullet, carrying the last brother's last wish, hit the hard frontal bone heavily, and suddenly burst out a crisp sound of metal colliding, just like the sharpest spear piercing the hardest shield, and one of the two must be defeated at the cost of being shattered to pieces.

The loser of this collision was the metal bullet with angry momentum.

The metal bullet with the gunpowder propulsion power of modern civilization technology was defeated by the human forehead bone composed only of calcium and salt!!!

Such a shocking fact is enough to subvert the cognition of the current scientific community, but for the invisible art scholars who master the hidden secrets, it is not a surprising thing, and the enemy who confronted this bullet is a master who has already stepped through the Stag Gate!

In such a violent collision, the hard metal bullet has been dented and collapsed like a withered seed, but it can only helplessly look at the bloody forehead bone with fine cracks in front of it, and then fall to the ground dejectedly...Ah, the injury I caused is not as deep as the previous brother, I lost, I lost.

Thanks to the excellent vision given by the artificial pupil of his left eye, John Watson could also clearly see the result of the fierce collision between metal and calcium salt - the flesh and blood between the handsome man's eyebrows had been torn, but in the tiny gap of flesh and blood that was healing rapidly, the forehead bone that was flowing with a faint golden light only left a very shallow crack.

However, there was no time to be frustrated by the failure of the first two brothers. The third bullet had roared out of the gun barrel! ! !

Facing such an enemy with extremely hard bones and extremely terrible self-healing ability, John Watson had to take out the second spare Martini rifle. There was no time to slowly reload the bullet - in just a few seconds, the opponent was able to recover most of the forehead injury. If he waited until he reloaded, the opponent's injury would definitely have been completely healed.

The disdainful smile on Jonathan's mouth just rose, and then a part of his skull began to vibrate slightly. Some kind of sensitive intuition like a beast seemed to be able to sense the arrival of danger and the attack of the second bullet!

But at this moment, the crack in his forehead had just recovered by half.

‘If I face this third bullet during this recovery interval, although it may not be able to completely penetrate my forehead...but considering that the opponent may still have the third and fourth bullets hidden, I should retreat for the time being. ’

‘There is already a team of supporting soldiers coming in the range of telepathy. ’

‘There is no time to play with this mortal...We must fight quickly! ’

Such a thought flashed through Jonathan's mind in an instant. In fact, he had already tilted his head when John Watson pulled the trigger.

The bullet inevitably deviated, only leaving a deep bloody mark on the handsome face, but that was all, and no real effective injury was caused at all.

While dodging the bullet, Jonathan also flashed to the dying Hammond, and a sharp straight punch directly pierced the coward's chest and grasped the dying heart.

His palms began to turn red like hot iron, and the palms were emitting a hot and steaming breath. This turbid white steam-like heat was not continuously spit out like spring water, but spit out in a certain rhythm and rhythm, like the rhythm of a ballet dance.

In this steaming heat, the heart that had lost too much blood and was gradually decaying and weak gradually became rosy and shiny, as if it was rejuvenated and energetic.

But this was just a moment of brilliance.

Under the penetration of Jonathan's power, the potential vitality of all Hammond's cells was awakened, rushing to the heart that was about to stagnate, trying to prolong the life of this broken body.

However, these life energies that were squeezed out desperately became the food of another hungry beast, and were all swept away by the turbid white steam wrapped around the heart.

"Hammond, give me your last strength and fight with me... You can still retain a bit of the dignity of a warrior."

Scalding steam rose from the handsome man's head, flowing through his golden hair, dancing wildly without wind, his ferocious fangs piercing out of his mouth, his palate protruding forward with a crackling sound, as if he was about to transform into a ferocious lion king standing on the top of a mountain overlooking the forest.

Jonathan licked his pale teeth, which were as sharp as a dagger, and stomped on the ground fiercely. The terrifying force directly rolled over the soft grass.

He rushed towards the woods with his arms extending out of slender bone blades, and easily cut off the trees blocking the road with just a casual wave of his hand, and attacked the poor mortal.