Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 192: The Route to the New Century (Part 4)
"How did you survive?" Mr. Chen stared into Herzog's eyes. Of course, he wanted to get some clear information. While chatting, he slowly moved his feet to confront Herzog, with his back facing the only exit of the freezer. He had to block Herzog here.
There is no doubt that Herzog has become a Deadpool, but the dragonization phenomenon in this Deadpool is higher than any Deadpool Mr. Chen knows, and Herzog still maintains his sanity, which is an extremely rare phenomenon.
"Dragon blood gene." Herzog tapped his head. "I can create babies with dragon blood genes, and of course I can turn an ordinary person into a hybrid with dragon blood power. However, this method is very unstable, and only a very few cases can be successful. If it is used on people who already have dragon blood genes, the success rate will be greatly improved. Unfortunately, I am just an ordinary person. I only dare to replace a dose of dragon blood and hide it in my artificial teeth, in case I need it at any time. When Bondarev shot me, I bit off those teeth filled with dragon blood. Maybe I have to thank God for letting me take revenge. One in ten thousand probability! I actually succeeded!"
Herzog twisted his neck and his bones crackled. In just a few months, the dragon genes had successfully transformed him into the top Deadpool. He had fewer and fewer human-related features and turned into a monster between dragon and man.
"It's a pity that Bondarev is not on this ship. To be honest, I was once tempted by his proposal and thought I had found a better partner." Herzog twitched his nose hard. His sense of smell was strengthened exponentially, almost like that of a wild animal, and he could distinguish people by smell. "You are the only one among those people who are here. The Lenin is approaching Japanese territorial waters. What do you want to do?"
"Go to the end of the world." said Mr. Chen.
"The end of the world?" This word interested Bondarev very much. He had said the same thing before. In Black Swan Port, when he learned the secret of the dragon genes, he also thought that he was about to reach the end of the world.
"The dragon skeleton you found in Black Swan Harbor is from the first generation, one of the eight oldest dragon monarchs. Above these eight monarchs, there are two emperors, the White Emperor and the Black Emperor. If the eight monarchs represent the ultimate power of the elements, then the Black and White Emperor is the collection of the monarchs, and the bloodline power they possess is beyond your imagination."
"No wonder Bondarev said I don't understand dragons," Herzog heard these things for the first time. As a deadpool who has been reborn because of dragon genes, he is of course interested in higher-level bloodlines. "You guys are the holders of dragon bloodlines hiding behind normal society, right?"
"If you hadn't drunk that drug, you would have had a chance to become one of us," Mr. Chen said. "Your research ability is indeed outstanding, and we have more knowledge that you don't know. Together, we will make rapid progress."
"Ha!" Mr. Chen's words amused Herzog. "Are you still talking to me about cooperation ? I once trusted you and even considered showing my sincerity, but in the end, my sincerity was exchanged for knives and bullets! In your eyes, someone like me who has no bloodline is as easy to fool as a three-year-old child, right? I know that many of my research results are on this ship, and you can't even think about getting what belongs to me!"
Herzog bared his teeth and claws, his pupils were the color of lava. When success was within reach, a vicious bastard suddenly jumped out from the side and plucked the fruit that was about to ripen. No one would not hate it. The law has basically no ability to restrain the hybrids. At this gambling table where everyone has dragon blood, in the end, only violence can have the final say, just like those ancient dragons !
Mr. Chen jumped out like a tiger, and brilliant light flowed on the black and white swords. The alchemical weapon was completely activated, revealing its true dragon-slaying form. Of course, there was no need for him to talk nonsense with Herzog. He just said that to delay time. Some words were like this, because of their unique power, they had to spend some time to prepare.
The spirit of words: Stillness.
Mr. Chen is indeed a man with neither outstanding appearance nor figure. He can be easily lost in a crowd. But when this mythical word spirit blesses him, it is no exaggeration to say that no one will be more dazzling than him on any battlefield.
Wherever he passed, the black and white swords left indelible black and white cutting marks in the air, like stationary ribbons that shattered time and space.
Herzog couldn't figure out what that thing was. He just thought it was very beautiful and dazzling. He had been a hybrid for only a short time. Although he had enough strength and agility, his control over the power of words was limited to the children who showed superpowers in Black Swan. He had never faced such a powerful combat-type word spirit.
Mr. Chen burst out with all his strength, and his speed was instantly faster than Herzog. The black knife cut straight into Herzog's skull, making a sound of metal collision. The white knife followed immediately, and the two fierce thrusts hit the same position in succession. The huge momentum from Mr. Chen's arm knocked Herzog's head back, and judging from the degree of bending of his neck, his spine should have been broken instantly.
But Herzog's self-healing only lasted for a moment. He bounced straight up like a snake attacking and hit Mr. Chen's head head-on. A moment of blankness rushed into Mr. Chen's mind. He stumbled back and brushed past the cut marks fixed in the air.
Mr. Chen really didn't expect Herzog's combat effectiveness to be so high. As an ordinary person in the past, his growth rate in the past few months was incredible. Relying on his high-intensity dragon bloodline, the flaw revealed by Herzog after being attacked was probably only a moment.
The high-speed wind pressure rushed straight towards Mr. Chen, and Herzog's claws followed, just like he had just killed those soldiers, leaving no room for him and going straight to Mr. Chen's heart.
But this caused him to accidentally touch the black and white cuts that he had been avoiding. In an instant, it was like a blade tempered in fire cutting his body countless times. Herzog suffered countless injuries with every step forward, and he had to stop his attack and jump to a safe place.
Herzog's wounds hissed with strange black or white smoke. Even those things created by the power of words would be added with the special effects of the black and white alchemical weapons when causing damage, making the repair of these wounds abnormally slow. Herzog could even feel that there was something wrong with the blood circulation in his body. It was as if someone had forcibly tied a belt around the wound, blocking the flow of blood.
The frozen room was full of those black and white cuts. Even if Mr. Chen just casually put away the knife, the place where the knife passed would leave indelible black and white cuts. Herzog understood why Mr. Chen wanted to block the door. He was confident that he could kill himself. Every movement in the small space would make more space occupied by this continuous barrier-like thing. It would not take long for Herzog to have nowhere to stay. He would be chopped like a thousand knives if he touched anything.
This is the Word Spirit Shisui, a very terrifying sustained power in close combat. The user only needs to activate it once, and every subsequent weapon movement will inadvertently create its own slashing field. The narrower the terrain, the greater the threat of this Word Spirit. Those traces that remain in the air will repeatedly obliterate anything they touch. It would be terrible to lose the ability to move in front of Shisui. His one slash can be hundreds of slashes, and can kill any monster that has been resurrected.
If Mr. Chen wanted, he could even draw a blockade directly at the door of the freezer. If Herzog wanted to get out, he would be severely injured. This duel was a one-sided beating from the beginning. As a powerful Deadpool born from an ordinary person, Herzog had no chance of winning against a veteran with rich experience and fighting spirits. He was only a baby in the world of hybrids and had not seen those fierce and experienced hunters. He thought his strength was enough to turn the world upside down.
After just a moment of thought, Herzog immediately gave up the idea of going against Mr. Chen. Judging from his physical strength and toughness, Herzog was obviously far superior to Mr. Chen. His lack of combat experience could be made up for sooner or later. His best decision now was to escape and grow slowly until he accumulated enough strength, and then seek revenge on these hybrids who betrayed him.
Herzog suddenly threw out a few black can-like things, and Mr. Chen was surprised. He didn't see that when Herzog killed those soldiers, he also took off the grenades hanging on their ammunition bags.
The storm and flames swept through the freezer, shaking back and forth on the walls. Mr. Chen retreated to the door, but still held on here. He could not let Herzog escape. This man who possessed genetic technology was also a high-risk target of Deadpool. If he slipped into human society, the consequences would be disastrous!
There is no room for any thinking, words, stillness, liberation!
Mr. Chen released Shisui's second form, and all the fixed cut marks instantly became like flowing lights that had lost their restraints. They bounced and cut repeatedly in the billowing black smoke, leaving inch-deep cuts on the ceiling and floor. The entire space was filled with this kind of slow-cutting cuts, real swordplay, and the brilliance it emitted could not even be blocked by the smoke. It looked like a fireworks show was being staged in the freezer.
Mr. Chen was also attacked by his own words, his body was covered with bloodstains, he firmly protected his vital parts with his arms and two swords, and endured the thousands of cuts. This was a last resort, Shisui's wide-area catapult attack would not distinguish between enemies and friends, he only hoped that his sacrifice was worth it, and that he could shoot Herzog here and kill him without a burial place.
But at this moment he felt a gust of wind approaching him, and the black and white swords swung without thinking, leaving traces of blockade there, but another wind pressure also came from a completely opposite direction. Mr. Chen had no time to change his moves. He could only feel the second wind pressure passing by him, its claws tearing on his side waist, and even some internal organs could be seen.
Herzog escaped, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Mr. Chen had to exit the cryochamber to avoid further harm from Shisui. He now guessed that Herzog was carrying a corpse, using that corpse to share the flying cuts, and first threw that corpse over to lure Mr. Chen to intercept, and then he followed up second, leaving Mr. Chen no time to react.
Mr. Chen knelt weakly on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, gasping for breath. His breathing was very disordered and the massive blood loss made his vision blurred.
He had to slowly close his eyes... like a sleeping cocoon, burying himself with silk. A minute later, when he opened his eyes again, brilliant gold burst out from his eyes, like a divine light descending! Mr. Chen rushed out like thunder, leaving a series of shadows in the air, faster than when the battle just broke out! All the wounds seemed to be ignored by him.
In the history of the Secret Party, this method is called Blood Explosion. Even in extremely bad physical conditions, through Blood Explosion, the dragon bloodline can be squeezed out, and the healing ability of the dragon gene can be exchanged to save the dying wounded and burst out with great combat power. The price is the loss of vital signs and the control of the will to be killed multiple times. People who use Blood Explosion are likely to become Deadpool in the near future.
Far away from ancient Europe, in ancient China, the Chinese mixed race at that time also discovered this life-and-death skill, but in the Chinese mouth it is not called blood explosion, but called tuning. Just like repairing a musical instrument, getting the strings back on track and producing harmonious music, artificially manipulating the balance of one's own bloodline.
This makes the tuning in the hands of Chinese hybrids last shorter than the blood explosion of European hybrids. They have to maintain this state carefully at all times. The improvement in their own combat effectiveness is not as good as the blood explosion. It is more of a life-saving method used only when their lives are in danger.
Mr. Chen's heart rate was increased to a level beyond the limit of an ordinary human body. His blood circulated rapidly, bringing oxygen and platelets in a much shorter time than usual. His tuned body was able to support this high-intensity load and accelerated the wound repair process. Even parts that were difficult to heal under normal circumstances began to be relieved due to the rapid replenishment of cell regeneration. His entire body was like bamboo shoots protruding from the ground, symbolizing infinite vitality.
He probably knew where Herzog would go. That guy said he was unwilling to hand over his research results to these traitors, so his purpose was obvious, which was the metal insulation cabins containing the second-generation embryos. Although it was unclear whether Herzog knew where they were stored, ensuring the safety of the embryos was the most important thing at the moment. They were the spoils he won from Black Swan Port during this operation, so how could he hand them back so easily!
