Chapter 568 Lion Dream (Part 2)

The huge lion beast pounced on the man, and he immediately dodged and dropped the prey in his hand. The huge beast pounced on it, biting the prey on the ground and tearing it madly, tearing its fur and flesh into pieces.

The man rolled up and grabbed the spear to face the beast, which was one of the most dangerous hunters on Caliban. The locals called it the king of the forest.

It had a scorpion-like poisonous tail, sharp claws like steel knives, and teeth as sharp as chisels. The thick mane stood up backwards like a sail.

It turned its head suddenly and bit off the deer in its mouth. The tentacle-like beard trembled around it. That was its angry roar. The lion beast pounced on him.

The man raised his spear and resigned, but the spearhead instantly broke on the fur of the beast's lion. It roared and broke the rest of the spear with one claw.

The lion beast bit the man, and he grabbed the beast's upper and lower incisors and stretched them open. The latter suddenly slapped up with a claw and knocked the man back.

He jumped back and ran quickly. The beast chased him and jumped down from the treetops. He ran along the trunks between the tall trees of Caliban, and the lion beast chased behind him.

When its bloody mouth opened, the wing crowns around its neck all opened to the surroundings and trembled with roars.

The man ran forward and grabbed the vines and swung to the tree on the other side. The lion beast also jumped over at once, and a huge shadow flashed through the woods, and the roar echoed under the 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 to run back quickly to the tree trunk, then stepped on the tree and jumped up, jumping onto the lion beast's neck.

He grabbed the beast's mane, pulled out the stone knife and stabbed it into its eyes. The monster roared, and blood kept pouring out of its eye sockets.

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 slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

His shoulder was dislocated, and the stinging 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 hollow eyes when it roared with its huge mouth.

It rushed towards the man, who pounced under a tree trunk. He got into the gap between the vines, and the lion beast pounced on it, and its claws kept tearing the vines, and its teeth also bit it frantically.

The vines were constantly torn off, and the bloody face of the lion beast kept approaching, howling with anger to tear him apart. The man leaned against the vines, and had no weapons. He could only tear off a thick vine next to him as a club.

He panted and looked at the approaching beast, and his dislocated shoulder was hanging by one hand, just like the roots of the torn tree.

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

"I'm not a human." The man said, staring at the face of the beast, which kept tearing off the trees and drilling into it, and its claws almost touched him.

"You are not a human? You are the same as them." The crow said, seemingly not seeing the approaching monster.

"I am not! Either you help or shut up!" The man raised the 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, and he seemed to recall something in the pain, broken glass, liquid on the ground, and a baby crawling out of something.

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

"Who are you?" the crow asked.

"I saw, a man, a golden man, he stood there, and another, a... shorter than him, long-haired person, a woman, they were arguing."

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

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

As the man said, the lion beast bit off the thickest tree root, and its head drilled in, roaring in front of him, interrupting the man's thoughts.

"Call them, they will help you, tell them your name." The crow said.

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

"You are not a beast. Beasts don't have names."

"Neither do I!"

"You do. Remember and tell them." The crow flapped its wings and made a harsh cry. "Call, or you will die again and continue to be trapped here."

Many corpses suddenly appeared on the left and right of the man. They were torn and bitten. He found that those corpses looked the same as himself.

"Call, remember." The crow said loudly, and its wings clanged in the air.

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

"Did he name them?" he asked.

"No, he called him No. 1." A woman answered.

"It's him. They have to have a name. Well, No. 1, the eldest son, just call him"

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

A sword pierced the lion beast's head, its face was pierced from the middle, and then it was pulled apart. In the light outside the tree, a figure in armor appeared there, and he stretched out a hand.

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

Lion stretched out his hand to him, he held him, and pulled Ryan out from under the tree in an instant. The light instantly surrounded everything. Ryan opened his eyes and found himself 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, and its feathers turned golden, just like the light of the sun.

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

"Sir."

"Father, you are back."