Chapter 350 Cat and Mouse

Inside the ethereal soul, under the clanging third mark.

The transformation casting phase, the endless heart phase, and the sharp blade phase vibrate wildly.

The three different forces are mixed together abruptly, and then melted into one furnace under the rough blending of the third mark, just like the mottled metals of various colors thrown into a hot furnace, which will eventually melt into a bright red iron slurry.

The red iron slurry that has flowed through Jonathan's inner and outer souls at this moment does not actually exist in the waking world, but can trigger great changes beyond the laws of secular physics!

The golden hair flutters in the wind, just like the thick sideburns of a lion.

The tall and straight nose spews out a thick white breath like steam, and the white gas condenses like a four-foot long sword and pierces out.

The upper and lower jaws protruded forward deformedly with the first hot breath, just like the head of a wild beast, but not like the long protruding snout of a canine animal, but more like a short-snouted cat, with several cat whiskers extending from the cheeks.

The two canine teeth on the upper jaw collapsed with a clang, like the sheath of a hidden sword, revealing two slender fangs like short daggers inside, faintly flashing with sharp cold light!

The ten fingernails also broke apart piece by piece, and the bloody fingertips extended curved blades, like the scimitars of Viking pirates.

Jonathan's eyes faded away from the green and light white of humans at this moment, and were rendered golden and black. The dark pupils in the golden eyes seemed to reflect a broken sword blade.

At this moment, he no longer had the handsome face he had at the beginning, and he looked particularly deformed and twisted, more like a cat-human combination that violated human ethics, which made people feel particularly disgusting and terrifying at first glance.

He felt the savage and wild power in his body, and couldn't help but raise his head and roar. Ripples like heat waves spewed out from the bloody mouth that looked like a human or a beast, spreading in all directions.

A few dry grass leaves suddenly burned under the impact of the heat waves, and the green and moist lawn lit up with orange flames.

Jonathan tore off the clothes that were in the way, revealing his strong torso as strong as steel. The muscles bulged high, but they were not as ugly as Hammond's abnormally swollen muscles. Instead, they showed a kind of beauty that had been tempered, like the perfect body of an ancient Greek god statue, shining with a metallic iron-black light in the dim sunlight.

His yellow-black eyes looked at the shadows in the forest, and his pupils immediately shrank like needles, as if they could penetrate the trees along the way, and saw the figure that was flashing back and forth behind different trees.

Jonathan extended his thick tongue with curved, hooked thorns, licked the hot blood on his fingertips, and smiled playfully. While his life was being affected by the power of the lion, his heart was inevitably tainted with a bit of cat habits, the bad habit of playing with prey.

"Haha, cry, scream, run, mortal, struggle as hard as you can, please me with your life!"

Jonathan, half lion, half man, stomped forward with a sneer, and rushed ten feet in just a blink of an eye. With a casual wave of his scimitar-like claws, he cut the holly tree in front of him in half, and quickly shuttled back and forth between the broken and falling tree bodies, occasionally swinging his silver moon-like claws to scrape blood marks on the fleeing prey.

Although John Watson had already turned and fled when he saw the sudden change in the handsome man's face, and he did not forget to turn around and shoot while retreating, trying to interrupt the monster's gradual deformity.

However, the .45 caliber bullet fired from the Martini rifle in his hand fell on the opponent like a child's slingshot toy, and it burst out with a crisp and piercing sound when it hit the nearly perfect muscles, and then it could not even penetrate the surface skin and flesh, and the sunken and shriveled bullet could only fall to the ground in despair.

John Watson rolled forward again to avoid the attack behind him.

But even though his reaction was quite quick and timely, he had already bent his knees and bowed his head when he heard the whistling sound of breaking wind behind his head, but he still could not completely avoid the attack of the half-man, half-cat monster.

Although he couldn't see the specific injuries, John Watson estimated that a large piece of scalp should have been cut off from the back of his head. The burning pain attacked his brain nerves again and again, corroding his thinking and reason. His right eye was blackening in circles, but the left eye was still able to see the light.

Adrenaline was secreted desperately, trying to relieve the pain of the main body and let the brain focus on how to escape. In such an environment at this moment, once the symptoms of pain and fainting appeared, it would inevitably fall into a situation of no life.

But if he could still maintain a trace of reason and struggle desperately, he might be able to seize a tiny chance of survival, and the greater possibility was to welcome eternal sleep in pain and despair.

The artificial eye given by Miss Holmes seemed to be able to sense the danger of the host, and was also trying its best to release the imperceptible light of reason, helping John Watson calm his mind and calm his thinking, so that he could concentrate on dealing with the attacks that would come from all directions at any time.

But no matter how hard he tried to predict the opponent's attack pattern, or how hard he tried to listen to the sound of breaking wind and footsteps, it was all in vain.

The half-human, half-cat monster had had more than one chance to directly slash his throat, dig out his eyeballs, and tear open his skull, but the other party showed mercy every time, as if he couldn't bear to directly break this rare toy.

John Watson now felt like a forest rat being chased and played with by a bobcat.

The sinister and enchanting bobcat seemed to be hidden in the shadows, but also seemed to be everywhere, and could attack from all directions at any time.

The sharp claws could scrape off a large piece of flesh and blood with just a light scratch - his bloody calf was the best proof.

Not only the calf and the back of the head, but his clothes had already been torn into strips that barely covered the vital parts. The deep scars of blood and flesh were engraved on his lean body, which made people gasp in empathy at a glance. It was impossible to imagine how terrible the torture this person had experienced to become so miserable and terrifying now.

Even Jonathan, who was following the little forest rat, couldn't help but secretly marvel. He had never seen a mere mortal who could still run for his life after suffering such a tragic injury, and still have the energy to pay attention to the changes in the surrounding environment, dodge the upcoming attacks, and even try to shoot in resistance.

"Such a strong vitality! Such a tenacious willpower! Such an unyielding fighting spirit!"

"It's a pity not to embark on the road of resistance and change..."