Suddenly, Tang Lanyan moved. With a twist of her slender waist, her smooth, beautiful muscles shone through. The vines on her arms and legs seemed to be struck by some shock, snapping inch by inch.
Tang Lanyan's body went limp, the massive member now its target, leaving her stunned and clinging to a sliver of light.
But she didn't remain stunned for long. Two smooth, shapely, long legs suddenly stretched up her hairy chest to her neck. Her small, delicate, egg-shaped ankles, soft and boneless, felt like silk to the touch, yet the small feet clamped around her neck felt like a deadly weight.
"Boom!"
The massive bear's body, like a tattered rag, was slammed against a nearby vine-covered barrier, its neck gripped by jade legs.
Instantly, like a cannonball being launched, a deafening roar erupted, sending debris flying.
Before Tang Lanyan could even process the new power surging within her, she charged towards the crater. Andrei hadn't even reacted when he was met with a swift, crystalline fist.
"Bang!"
The deafening roar rang out again, this time almost piercing through a thick barrier, shooting out in one direction.
Tang Lanyan showed no mercy; her lithe figure moved like a white shadow towards Andrei's location.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The deafening roars continued, and a tall body, almost unrecognizable as human, crashed to the ground, looking no better than the black man who had failed three times.
No one could have imagined that the renowned Archdruid, Andre the Bear, would be defeated here.
Looking at Andre lying on the ground, Tang Lanyan felt neither great excitement nor the overwhelming joy of breaking through a level.
She knew the pressure Xiao Dong was facing.
Even though she had previously stood at the pinnacle of the Enhancement class, unsurpassed and known as the "Queen of War,"
she still couldn't help Xiao Dong much, especially after he was ambushed one by one by the enemy during the Second Strait Crisis…
Xiao Dong's solitary struggle…
She vowed in her heart that she would not let such a thing happen again, which led to this trip to northern Myanmar.
Even the enemy's conspiracy was a calculated move by her and Zhi Ran.
Amidst betrayal and repeated desperate situations, she still forged ahead, overcoming obstacles and tempering herself. No matter how many hardships and dangers she encountered, she would not turn back.
So, having finally defeated the enemy and successfully advanced, the joy she felt wasn't about herself.
It was the joy of finally standing beside Xiao Dong, facing the pressure.
Tang Lanyan shifted her gaze back to Andrei. This man's vitality was extremely tenacious. Although his body was covered in countless dents, his limbs were strangely twisted, and countless bones were broken,
he was still breathing… This was perhaps related to the fact that she hadn't fully mastered this level of power.
After all, she could sense that the transformation still needed time; strictly speaking, she could only be considered a "half-breakthrough."
Although this man seemed to have no power to resist, Tang Lanyan didn't intend to let him go.
Unlike the ordinary soldiers of both countries who had been involuntarily dragged into the battlefield, Tang Lanyan showed no pity for enemies or traitors, even though she could keenly sense a hint of reluctance on their part at the start of the battle.
However, as a warrior, Tang Lanyan wouldn't bother to investigate the hidden reasons behind it. No matter the reason, anyone appearing on this battlefield was her enemy.
However, the thought of defection made Tang Lanyan look around; she had no intention of letting Zhao Hao go.
But upon closer inspection, she noticed two figures standing at the edge of the battlefield.
"Hmm?"
A semi-mechanical, jet-black figure lay quietly on the ground. Adding Zhao Hao, then… who was the other standing figure?
Tang Lanyan frowned slightly, but showed no fear.
Her smooth, snow-white body, like a goddess descended to earth, instantly moved towards the two standing figures.
Zhao Hao trembled slightly; he had witnessed the entire battle.
Even someone as strong as Andrei was being kicked around like a punching bag by Tang Lanyan, completely incapacitated.
Could this strange being beside him, covered in jet-black machinery and pipes, be a match for Tang Lanyan?
The confidence his boss had instilled in him earlier vanished completely.
"Boss... are you really alright?"
The boss's cheerful voice came through the communicator, as gentle as ever, with a hint of mystery: "She is indeed remarkable. I never expected her to succeed."
"However, she can now be called a true War Queen."
"But, in this world... there are also... gods."
The boss's voice seemed to give Zhao Hao a shot of adrenaline. He took a deep breath, his fear dissipating, and even a hint of excitement appeared in his voice.
It was as if his long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled.
"Boss, what should I do?"
"Put that heart in his hands."
Zhao Hao had already retrieved the heart during the previous chaotic battle; in fact, he didn't need to search for it at all.
The strange heart bounced towards him, or rather, towards the person beside him whose face was completely obscured, covered entirely in machinery.
Only then did he realize who the heart truly belonged to.
Zhao Hao placed the heart in the hand of the man covered in machinery. The closer he got, the more vibrant the heart beat.
The breastplate covering the heart cracked open with a "crack."
A large, red hole was revealed, its bones ripped open. The heart was then pressed inside.
"Bang!"
A tremendous jolt resounded, and the body, which had seemed completely controlled, seemed to come alive.
Waves of heat emanated from every crevice of the machinery, the heat wave oppressive. Zhao Hao clearly saw the pale blue liquid flowing through the tubes—the same liquid nitrogen he had used before!
Before Zhao Hao could even react, the machine, now integrated with the body, a form many times larger than the black man beside him, strode forward.
He headed straight for Tang Lanyan.
Conversely, Tang Lanyan felt an indescribable pressure as she approached Zhao Hao and that inexplicably tall, mechanical figure.
At the same time, an inexplicable burning sensation washed over her, somewhat similar to the feeling of holding her heart.
Moreover, something within her seemed to stir and resonate, causing that inexplicable heat to rise within her again.
"Mmm..."
With each step she took, the subtle friction of her labia brought a pleasure akin to an electric shock.
Her cheeks flushed, and with each breath, her breasts heaved more, trembling like plump rabbits.
Her nipples visibly swelled and hardened, round and crimson, exceptionally alluring.
After just a few steps, Tang Lanyan was already flushed and panting.
Meanwhile, the tall figure didn't stop. His entire body was covered, revealing not a trace of skin, even the area around his eyes was a red bar.
The only distinguishing feature was that it was male; otherwise, its height and appearance were completely concealed beneath the heavy machinery and armor.
Tang Lanyan mustered her strength, leaped forward, and stood on one leg, her snow-white leg towering above the rest.
Her other long leg, including her hip, was almost two-thirds the length of her torso.
With a spinning kick, her delicate, pink foot shot straight towards the mechanical monster's face.
"Snap!"
But unexpectedly, her foot was caught by a large hand. Although her body was slightly weakened by the impact, this near-Level 5 strike still possessed immense power.
Yet, it was caught so casually by the man.
Tang Lanyan only felt a blur before her eyes, and the mechanical monster, holding her long, jade-like leg, slammed her to the ground.
Simultaneously, a tingling, hot force surged from her grasped ankle, giving Tang Lanyan a sensation reminiscent of her fight against Xiao Dong in his prime—no, even more intense.
With each blow, the force coursed through her body, intensifying the burning heat.
A drop of liquid trickled down Tang Lanyan's thighs; her body grew increasingly weak, making it even harder to resist the powerful force.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The snow-white, agile, and never-say-die figure slowly succumbed to the blows.
A half-open, tall, mechanical groan carried a snow-white, supple, slender, and shapely body on his shoulder, its curves and breasts alluring.
Zhao Hao, who witnessed the entire scene, was dumbfounded. Just like that?
The fearsome, trembling queen of war, Tang Lanyan, had been knocked unconscious and captured just like that?
Zhao Hao felt as if he were in a dream, and it took him a moment to realize that this was reality. And then…
His mind was filled with an indescribable, chilling excitement!
Was his long-cherished wish about to be fulfilled?