MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 222
The giant beast, the white lion, exudes a strong brandy pheromone, and the pungent smell of the wine is as if the wine barrels of ten underground wine cellars leaked together. Just smelling the smell can make people dizzy and dizzy.
Wei Lan on the deck of the ship grabbed Feng Lang and stepped back, saying nervously, "Is that Bai Chunian?"
Feng Lang's hands holding the rifle trembled slightly: "It's getting worse. Captain, what should I do?"
Rimbaud did not panic, he lowered his head and stroked the soft hair on the huge head of the white lion, and said firmly, "Not yet."
The immortal undead sitting on the mast of the ghost ship suddenly flew into the air, with a surprised expression: "The period of evil?"
From the mature stage to the deteriorating stage, the experimental body will go through a period of initial deterioration. During this period, the experimental body has not yet entered an invincible state and is still in a controllable state. The body mimicry features are abundantly displayed, but the energy in the body begins to accumulate, and its strength is greatly increased. Elevate and prepare for the outbreak of the worsening period.
From the coast of Aphid City, a small speedboat broke through the water and approached the ship at a very fast speed. When he was nearly 30 meters away from the ship, Han Xingqian grabbed the belt of Xiao Xun, who was driving the speedboat, and clamped the omega in his armpit. Down, unfolded the Pegasus flying wings and sent him to the deck.
"Catch up." Han Xingqian breathed lightly while leaning on the railing, "The medical society will make a dissociating agent, which can maintain the period of evil for a long time. Although it can cure the symptoms but not the root cause, emergency care is always enough."
These days, Dr. Zhong has been in the laboratory day and night. In addition to examining Bai Chunian, Han Xingqian also accompanies Dr. Zhong to do research. The first generation of dissociative injections are developed through the combination of infective agents and mimetic agents. Slowly release the drug in the glands and spine, continuously killing some of the degenerate cells that divide endlessly.
Just an hour ago, Dr. Zhong handed over the dissociating injection that passed the initial examination to Xiao Tun and asked him to take it to meet Han Xingqian and Bai Chunian. The soul connection with the messenger caused the whole line of his spirit to collapse, just a thin line from the deterioration.
Xiao Xun put the anesthesia gun on the railing, and hung a row of injections with dissociative agents around his waist. When he came, he had already injected Bai Chunian, and then he would observe the efficacy of the dissociative agent. How long does it last, you have to make up a shot in time.
People were talking in fear. This white lion looked more dangerous and terrifying than the undead. A soldier nervously touched the missile command desk. Xiao Xun turned his head and said coldly, "Don't move. Brother Chu won't attack you, be quiet."
Han Xingqian released two feathers, one fell to the top of the head of the immortal undead, and the other fell to the head of Xia Shilu. The Tianma A3 ability Tianqi Wing was activated, and the mist released by Xia Shilu disappeared. The Pandora's Mirror covering the sea was also removed, and the ship was finally able to move forward again.
"Protect the ship to retreat."
This was the order Bai Chunian left to Han Xingqian before he lost consciousness.
The ship speeded up and drove away from the battlefield. Xiao Xun shouted to Rimbaud: "Rimbo, then!"
He pulled the trigger and shot a dissociation injection at Rimbaud. Rimbaud raised his hand to catch the injection that flew quickly in the air and hid it in the white lion's thick fur.
The ship gradually left the dangerous area. Han Xingqian began to help the military doctor on the ship to rescue the wounded. Xiao Xun helped him carry the medicine box. The assistant did a very skilled job.
After Han Xingqian reset the dislocated arm for a crew member, he saw Xiao Tun drooping his eyelids and cutting the bandage absentmindedly.
"I thought you wouldn't speak loudly." Han Xingqian smiled, "What happened just now."
Xiao Tun was slightly startled, her tail tucked between her legs, and her voice was low as if she had done something wrong: "I don't like them saying that Brother Chu is a monster."
Han Xingqian took the bandage he had cut and bandaged the fisherman who was injured by the violent shaking. He said softly, "You are an operative of the IOA Search Section. If Xiaobai deteriorates and loses control, the superior asks you to kill him, what will you do? manage."
"Reject, and then accept the punishment."
"What if you are punished, deported, and never see me again?"
Xiao Tun thought about it for a long time, Han Xingqian looked back at him after dressing the three wounded, and found that he was still very distressed. This kid is a stubborn little dog.
It wasn't until Han Xingqian treated the fourth wounded that Xiao Tun said, "You taught me how to smuggle back from abroad."
It turned out that he didn't speak for a long time, not because he was hesitating, but because he was reviewing the smuggling process in his mind. Han Xingqian smiled: "Then I have to eat and live in the laboratory for the past few days. I will try my best so that you don't have to face such a choice. I hope the president can bring back good news as soon as possible. Only by getting synesthesia can it be completely suppressed. The deterioration of Xiaobai, before that, everything is not a certainty."
There was a wind on the sea, and the two looked at the shadow that had disappeared into the sea in the distance.
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After the ship left, Han Xingqian got out of the control range of the Wings of Heavenly Cavalry, and his control became weaker. As soon as the undead struggled, he got out of the state where the gain was eliminated. A vast mirror was re-opened under his feet. The sea surface was covered in thick fog.
Rimbaud sat on the head of the white lion, stroking the snow-white hair that had never been wet with water. The entire right hind leg of the white lion was hairless, but covered with a layer of blue scales. Under the skin of Xiaobai's crotch, it is so that when this day comes, Xiaobai can have an extra layer of imprisonment.
The scales sensed the existence of Rimbaud's deity and formed an energy carrier, which acted as a bridge to transfer the excess energy in the white lion to Rimbaud's body. Rimbaud received the envoy's offerings, and the exhausted gland energy filled up, and his face was filled with energy. His fatigue subsided, and the wound on his chest slowly healed, but the wound left by the Dead Sea Heart Rock was no better than an ordinary wound, and the speed of healing was extremely slow.
Rimbaud looked down at the pearl, and his eyes fell on the magic-colored scale on his fish tail: "Since you were born with this scale, you are the only successor qualified to challenge me over the years, if you think this is the truth, then Just do it, it's a fair war."
Pearl looked up and saw that she was enveloped by the huge figure in front of her. In front of the pure and holy giant beast, her body looked small and filthy.
The white lion has not yet grown to the shape of a male lion, and his neck has not yet grown a mane. He is tightly wrapped around a circle of Dead Sea heart rock collars, but his blue eyes that are elongated diagonally make him look young and fierce. Shocking. And his swaying lion tail made a clear and clear bell from time to time, and every time this psychedelic and ethereal bell sounded, it made Pearl awake.
"Hey, wake up, don't be bewitched by him." The undead tapped on the mast, and there was a wave in his body.
The fluctuating ripples touched Pearl's body, and the pearl was pushed and loaded again, and a scent of tea millet flowers burst out from the glands. In a few seconds, the clouds in the air condensed, and the dark clouds were densely covered.
Immediately, a circular crosshair suddenly formed under the feet of the white lion, and the clouds flashed, and a purple lightning slashed through the clouds, went straight down into the sky, and slashed toward the white lion.
The white lion ran on the sea with Rimbaud on his back, and when his four claws landed, the sea surface under the claws instantly steeled, and the hydrated steel carried the heavy body of the white lion, which made him run extremely fast on the sea.
But the circular crosshair at his feet kept moving with him, the purple lightning fell, and the white lion jumped hard, barely avoiding this million-volt attack. The waves were swallowed, and after a few seconds, they broke out again. The snow-white hair was not wet, but only a crystal water droplet hung down, dripping dripping as he shook his body.
Just as the white lion dodged a blow, another circular crosshair gathered under his feet, purple lightning jumped in the clouds, and nearly ten crosshairs appeared on the sea, chasing the body of the white lion.
Albino devil fish A3 differentiation ability "dazzling arc light": tracking type ability, after locking the target, it triggers lightning to carry out precise destruction strikes. Lightning is formed by cloud electrons, and the energy consumption of glands is very small.
Purple electricity zigzagged down from the clouds one after another, and the white lion dodged and ran in the blazing electric light to avoid being locked.
Pearl held the Dead Sea Heart Rock pistol in both hands and aimed at Rimbaud on the back of the white lion. Under the lightning pursuit, the white lion even had enough energy to protect Rimbaud from being hit by bullets.
The lion's running endurance is average, not to mention that when he is in a sprinting state for a long time, Xiaobai is a little weak, opening his mouth to gasp, making a wheezing gasp.
Rimbaud lay on his back, grabbed his Dead Sea Heart Rock collar with one hand to stabilize his body, and gently stroked him with one hand: "Don't be afraid, I'll block it for you."
The white lion was locked by the ten-layer circular sight, and when the ten lightning bolts were concentrated, Rimbaud suddenly arched his back, pierced long spines from the vertebrae, and unfolded a blue dorsal fin. The fins of the lightning rod were introduced into Rimbaud's body, scrambled along his bones, and gathered in his translucent fish tail.
As if Rimbaud was charging, the accumulation of electricity and light inside the fish tail changed from less to more, the current flowed around the bones in the blood vessels, and the electricity gradually filled up.
He moved his fingertips a little, and the sea surface suddenly rose up step by step, and the white lion stepped on the hard hydrated steel ladder and leaped towards the highest deck of the ghost ship. Two sharp blue light bands were drawn on the overlapping sea.
When the white lion jumped to the highest point, Rimbaud turned from his back and jumped up, drawing out a small strand of Dead Sea core rock from his collar. Extending to both sides, a bow was cast, and Rimbaud volleyed his arrow to aim. Six suns suddenly appeared in the sky behind him, and six bright reflections appeared on the sea at the same time. The night sky was as brilliant as day. The hurricane blew for no reason, the clouds that stored electricity were dissipated by the strong wind, and the surging ocean currents set off stormy waves.
The devil fish A3 is capable of phantom light road, and the extreme weather within the surrounding area of six sun shadows can be manipulated by him.
The electricity accumulated in Rimbaud's tail was channeled into Dead Sea core rock arrows, and the waves surged to form hydrated steel forcing the pearl out of nowhere.
Rimbaud narrowed one eye, his eyes were cold, no different from looking at a traitor who usurped the throne, and no difference from looking at a pilgrim pilgrim, calm and compassionate, treating all things as cud dogs, and treating them equally.
"That's the last thing I'm going to teach you, always be in awe."
Pearl instinctively wanted to escape, but inadvertently met Rimbaud's eyes reflected on the hydrated steel. A sense of urgency of faith was born from the bottom of his heart for no reason, making him want to surrender.
An arrow of lightning bolt pierced through Pearl's back heart, Pearl's body stiffened, his eyes and pupils shrank suddenly, and a powerful electric current was poured back into his body. His young body couldn't bear it at all. The smoke, held together by the undead cloak, re-condensed into pearls.
The surface of the pearl was damaged, and it was far less smooth and bright than before. Obviously, the trauma this time was much more serious than before.
The huge body of the white lion fell on the deck of the transparent ghost ship. Such a heavy body fell silently from a high place. He raised his head and roared, and his body overflowed. The gray and white fish in the whole ship were condensed into glass beads. Different, falling into the sea like rain.
In the evil manifestation period, the extinction of the M2 ability has become the extinction overflow, which no longer acts on the single body, and is no longer limited to knowing the name of the target. All creatures with a level lower than A3 will be instantly extinguished into glass beads, while the same level The damage the creature takes is also doubled.
The annihilation overflowed with the lion's roar and attacked the immortal undead. Half of the undead's body was covered with glass. A burst of burning pain made him scream. He raised his hand to retract the pearl and the undead cloak. The annihilation of the white lion overflows.
"Hmph, evil show period, I'll see when you can be proud, stop playing, I still have something to do, go." The undead flew towards the sky, but the sea where he flew over surged, setting off dozens of meters high The waves were shaped by hydrated steel, and the white lion sprinted and chased on the top of the raised waves, and the sharp claws stretched out their claws and hooked the rough outer wall of the water column to jump up and climb.
The undead looked back, the simple face on the white cloth frowned, the sea formed a mirror surface, and thousands of ghost hands stretched out from the mirror surface, and the vines generally wrapped around the water column of hydrated steel that the white lion stepped on. The ghost hand grabbed the water column, and the white lion lost his leverage and fell into the air.
When he was about to fall on the mirror of the undead, Rimbaud raised his hand in the distance, and the waves stirred up water, forming a pair of hydrated steel fins on the back of the white lion, making his huge body glide close to the water for a few meters before softening. The water disappeared, and the white lion quickly climbed up the sky again along the rugged hydrated steel column, and with a jump, the giant mouth bit the right hand of the undead, and slammed him wildly.
The undead's right forearm was torn off alive by the white lion, black smoke spewed out from the section, and he roared sharply and flew away.
The immortal undead has a powerful regeneration ability. It can not only heal wounds quickly, but also regenerate limbs immediately, provided that the limbs are destroyed and cannot be returned to the body.
The undead thought that he escaped easily, but it was just a broken hand, which was nothing to him, anyway, his hand would come back by himself.
But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, and the broken section on his arm did not regenerate new limbs.
The white lion fell back to the sea with the **** forearm in his mouth that was still struggling. He raised his head and swallowed the severed hand completely.
The stern sneer and curse of the immortal undead echoed in the air: "You're cruel... I'll finish my business first and then play with you."
The undead have the ability to fly, and neither the White Lion nor Rimbaud has it, and it is impossible to catch up.
The white lion looked up at the sky where the undead disappeared and stood for a while, lowered his head and circled the sea to sniff the smell of pearls, took a few breaths in disappointment, turned his head and ran back towards Rimbaud.
Rimbaud sat on the floating hydrated steel, raised a hand and touched the chin of the white lion.
The white lion sat down, lowered his head to be stroked, made a loud purr, gently cupped him with his big furry head, carefully licked the bleeding wound on his chest with the tip of his tongue, and only dared to use the tip of his tongue because he was afraid of the wound on his chest. The barbs scratched him.
"Can you talk?" Rimbaud scratched his chin.
The white lion shook his head, lay down on his feet and exposed his belly to him, put his nails in the claws, and the back of the snow-white claws were clean and soft pink paw pads. It looked like he wanted to be petted, but he was so big that Rimbaud couldn't reach his stomach at all.
It seems that he will lose his language ability and human thinking in the state of the evil manifestation. When his physical strength is exhausted, he should return to his humanoid mimicry. I don't know if his body size can be reduced. Now this size is afraid that even the gate of the IOA headquarters is blocked. If you don't go in, how should you receive treatment?
"Go home first." Rimbaud patted him on the face as a reward.
The white lion turned over, lightly picked up Rimbaud in his mouth, threw him on his back, and ran towards the coast under the night sky, his huge claws lightly stepping on the hydrated steel formed one by one on the sea, without emitting a single light. sound.
Rimbaud sat sideways on the back of the white lion, the fish tail was dragged in the wind, and the remaining electric light left stars on the sea in the middle of the night.
Under the sea, the annihilated glass beads were buried by white sand, coral polyps gathered, and clusters of corals of different colors took root here.
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