Chapter 569 Lion’s Dream (Part 2)

The huge lion beast pounced on the man. He immediately swooped away and dropped the prey he had caught. The huge beast pounced on it, biting the prey that fell on the ground and tearing its fur frantically.

Tear to pieces with flesh and blood.

The man rolled to his feet, grabbed his spear and faced the beast. It was one of the most dangerous hunters in Caliban, and the natives called it the King of the Forest.

It has a venomous tail like a scorpion, sharp claws like steel knives, teeth as sharp as chisels, and a thick mane standing back like a sail.

It turned its head suddenly, biting off the deer in its mouth, and its tentacle-like beard trembled around it. It was its angry roar, and the lion beast rushed towards him.

The man raised his spear and attacked, but the spearhead broke instantly on the beast's lion's fur. It roared and broke the remaining part of the spear with a claw.

The lion beast bit at the man. He grabbed the beast's upper and lower front teeth and pushed it open. The latter suddenly slapped his claws up and pushed the man away.

He jumped back and ran quickly, with the beast chasing after him. He jumped from the treetops and ran along the trunks between the tall trees of Caliban, with the lion beast behind him.

chase.

When it opened its mouth wide, all the wing crests around its neck opened to all directions, trembling in the roar.

The man ran forward, grabbed the vine and swung it to the tree on the other side. The lion and the beast also jumped over. The huge shadow flashed across the forest floor, and the roar echoed under the tree canopy.

The man landed on this side of the tree. He roared and looked at the monster behind him. The beast rushed towards him. The man seized the opportunity and ran backwards towards the trunk of the tree. Then he stepped on the tree and jumped up, jumping to the lion.

on the beast's neck.

He grabbed the beast's mane, pulled out the stone knife and stabbed it in the eye. The monster roared and blood poured out of the eye socket.

The lion beast's tail stabbed from behind and hit the man's shoulder. He roared and was thrown away by the lion beast. He fell from the tall tree, and the stone knife in his hand also fell from his hand, and he fell to the ground.

On the ground.

His shoulder was dislocated, and the stinging sensation made him roar in a low voice, but the lion beast would not give him a chance to breathe. The monster jumped down from the tree, and blood spilled from its empty eyes as it roared.

It rushed towards the man, and the latter threw himself under a tree trunk. He got into the gap between the vines, and the lion beast jumped on it, its sharp claws tearing at the vines, and its teeth gnawing at it crazily.

The vines kept being torn off, and the bloody faces of the lion beasts kept approaching, roaring with anger and trying to tear him apart. The man leaned behind the tree vines. He had no weapons and could only tear off a thick tree next to him.

Vine as a mallet.

He gasped and looked at the approaching beast, his dislocated shoulder hanging by one hand, like the roots of a tree that had been torn off.

"Why don't you call for help? Call them, your compatriots." The crow was talking to the side, standing on the tree vine.

"I'm not a human." The man said, staring at the face of the beast. It kept tearing apart the trees and crawling inside, its claws almost touching him.

"You are not human? You are just like them." Crow said, seemingly not seeing the approaching monster.

"I'm not! You either help or shut up!" The man raised a thick vine and smashed it, but the lion beast bit the stick in his hand and tore it to pieces in an instant.

The man leaned back inside, and the crow continued to flap its wings, watching him gasp in pain, "You are not a human? Then where did you come from?"

"I" the man said, seeming to recall something in the pain, broken glass, liquid on the ground, a baby crawling out of something.

And the sky, the golden sky, the world soaked in liquid, he was floating in it, with multiple pipes around, ticking, talking, two people.

"Who are you?" asked the crow.

"I saw a man, a golden man, standing there, and another, shorter than him, a man with long hair, a woman, and they were arguing."

He didn't know what a woman was, he had never seen one before, but he seemed to recognize it. Suddenly, many things appeared in front of him along with the sound of crows, and the pain in his body.

"She didn't believe him, and she opened a door."

As the man spoke, the lion beast bit off the thickest root of the tree, its head got in, and roared in front of him, interrupting the man's thoughts.

"Call them and they will help you. Tell them your name," said the crow.

"No, I don't believe them, they will kill me like a wild beast!"

"You are not a beast. Beasts have no names."

"I do not have either!"

"You have, remember, tell them." The crow flapped its wings and made a shrill call, "Call, otherwise you will die again and continue to be trapped here."

Many corpses suddenly appeared on the left and right sides of the man. They were torn into pieces and chewed. He found that the corpses all looked the same as his own.

"Calling, remembering." The crow said loudly, its wings clanking in the air.

The lion beast was approaching, and the soil on the trees kept falling. The man leaned against the tree with his eyes closed, and the mirror image flashed crazily in his mind, the bubbling liquid, the steel wall, and the three people in front of the glass. One of them came closer.

Look at him.

"Did he name them?" he asked.

"No, he calls him No. 1." A woman replied.

"As expected, it's him. They have to have a name. Well, number one, the eldest son, let's call him."

The man's eyes opened suddenly, he looked at the lion beast in front of him and shouted, "Lane! My name is Ryan!"

A sword pierced the head of the lion beast, its face was penetrated from the middle, and then it was suddenly pulled away. In the light outside the trees, an armored figure appeared there, and he stretched out a

Come on.

"I just said there is a child here! Ryan grabbed my hand, my name is Luther."

Ryan stretched out his hand to him, he held it and pulled Ryan out from under the tree. The light instantly surrounded everything. Ryan opened his eyes and found that he was on an ocean.

He remembered who he was, he was Ryan, the king of the First Legion, the father, brother, and friend of many people.

The crow stood on a dead tree in the ocean. It stood on the treetop and looked at him. The crow changed color, golden. Its feathers turned golden, just like the light of the sun.

There was a sword stuck in the root of the tree, a flaming sword. Ryan walked up. He came to the sword and looked at it and stretched out his hand. His hand grasped the hilt.

"grown ups."

"Father, you are back."
Chapter completed!