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Chapter 569 - 302 No Use Calling Dad, Die! (June Monthly Ticket Extra 3/8)_2

Chapter 569: Chapter 302 No Use Calling Dad, Die! (June Monthly Ticket Extra 3/8)_2

Looking at the maternal glow on his sister’s face, Kokuvi didn’t feel warmth but instead felt a strange unease.

His sister’s recent state seemed disjointed, as if she had started to say "A" but suddenly shifted to its opposite, "B," like her mind had been taken over in an instant.

He thought for a moment.

Kokuvi, enduring the pain of a broken leg, tried to sneak toward his grandmother’s cabin.

But as he turned, he was confronted by his sister, who appeared before him like a ghost.

"Why is she so fast?"

"How did Elsa become so fast?"

Kokuvi felt increasingly fearful.

Sensing something ominous was about to happen, he managed a stiff smile, "Sister, you seem to have a good appetite. I was about to go and get another lamb to roast..."

"No..."

Elsa shook her head, her eyes starting to emit a faint green glow, like a wolf that had been hungry for too long and was now baring sharp fangs at her own brother, "Kokuvi, your nephew told me he’s very hungry, extremely hungry, can you please satisfy his little request?"

Hiss~

Kokuvi drew in a cold breath.

He understood what his sister was saying but didn’t want to believe it was his always mouthy yet protective sister who could say such a thing.

He looked pleadingly at his sister, "Elsa, calm down. Look into my eyes, I am Kokuvi, your dearest brother, your own brother, Elsa..."

Elsa sighed, "It seems you’re unwilling, unwilling..."

"Then die!"

The next moment.

She violently transformed into a four-meter-tall humanoid white werewolf and pinned the untransformed Kokuvi to the ground, covering half his body in preparation to devour him!

Kokuvi tried to resist, but his head spun.

When his consciousness recovered, he could see his sister’s tonsils, as big as ping-pong balls...

"It’s over..."

Kokuvi closed his eyes in despair.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Several seconds later.

Kokuvi opened his eyes, puzzled, only to see a familiar figure standing beside him, gripping his sister’s jaws with both hands, a complicated expression on his scale-covered face.

"It’s you..."

Kokuvi recognized the immensely powerful Brian immediately.

Before he could feel relieved, a gust of wind swept him to the side.

Midair.

Kokuvi saw the tribespeople coming out to inspect the chaos and spotted a monster with bat wings drawing a miniature double-winged, scale-armored monster from his sister’s stomach...

...

As soon as the embryo was extracted, Elsa uttered a painful scream.

She stared with her large wolf eyes at the cavity in her stomach, seemingly not understanding what had just happened.

Brian flapped his bat wings.

The four-meter-tall Elsa flew like a ball, landing right before a tall, middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had long, disheveled hair, was over two meters tall, and radiated an aura of brutish ferocity.

He looked angrily at the heavily injured, human-formed Elsa and took out a bottle of green reagent, hastily pouring it into her mouth.

Once Elsa’s breathing stabilized,

He stopped the approaching tribespeople and glared at Brian, "Why did you attack the Bryan family?"

Brian, holding his ’son’ still connected by an umbilical cord, tilted his head and glanced at the group glaring at him, "I was saving you. Of course, if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t mind wiping out all life in this place!"

He was not in a good mood.

Although Brian had already sensed something was off with the child, it was still his own.

He actually preferred confronting an angry Susan, thickening his skin to accept the reality of having a child unexpectedly, rather than this puppet-like manipulation of his emotions!

The feeling of being deceived and controlled angered him.

No one could play with his emotions!

No one!

Not even non-humans!

...

Feeling the tense atmosphere between the tribespeople and the monster before him,

Kokuvi quickly limped in between and explained to the tribespeople, "Don’t misunderstand, he’s not an enemy; he just saved me. Elsa wasn’t right; she seemed controlled by something evil and nearly ate me!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly explained what had just happened, along with his previous encounter with Brian in the forest, and relayed what Brian had said.

Seeing this.

Brian suppressed the violent emotions in his heart and looked again at his ’son’ he held in his hand.

Looking at the palm-sized, almost exact small replica of his current form of the ’son’, he grinned, revealing pale teeth, "You really are not right!"

Seemingly sensing his fate,

The hours-old, underdeveloped scale-armored Brian suddenly opened his eyes.

What eyes they were!

Within the contours of those eyes, countless swirls of black and red spun, forming two vortices intent on swallowing all light...

Seeing this, Brian’s scale-covered face tensed with veins.

He wasn’t surprised, only angry!

Endless anger!

"It really was you, how dare you exploit mine?"