Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 343 - 168 Remember What You Look Like as a Human

Dragon Blood, such a precious treasure, could actually be mass-produced?

Wayne exclaimed in disbelief. He remembered very clearly, that someone, the Devil from Hell, in order to have a strong and resilient body upon his descent, had gone to great lengths to create a scheme on Dragonheart Island.

If not for the worst luck, stealing faith on the head of an Ancient God, perhaps it would have succeeded.

The Dragon Blood coveted by Devils, how did it become so commonplace, has anyone taken the opinion of the Devil into account?

Even if the Devil agreed, he, Wayne, would not consent. As the heir to the Lando Family of Dragon Knights, he wished for Dragon Blood to be a limited global edition, the less, the better.

"Roar roar roar————"

Eight Dragonblood Soldiers completed their transformation, let out agonizing roars with their arms spread, muscles bulging like solid rock, and claws shining with a cold light, seemingly capable of easily tearing steel apart.

That restless long tail swung back and forth, making thunderous wind sounds, the strength formidable.

A pair of fierce eyes locked onto Wayne, the mutated, crocodile-like gaping mouths opened, steam billowing out, drool dripping continuously.

"Perhaps it’s crocodile blood..."

Wayne scoffed and, from his personal stance, refused to acknowledge that the eight soldiers were wholesale Dragon Blood creations.

"Master, do you need help?"

Hearing Mona’s internal team voice, Wayne refused. He wanted to personally devalue the Dragon Blood creations to ensure Veronica’s worth in gold.

A limited edition luxury car that had not even been picked up yet had depreciated, that was too much of a loss!

Furthermore...

Wayne narrowed his eyes. Just thinking about the powers that could mass-produce Dragon Blood creatures was terrifying. The waters were too deep, and he feared he could not handle it.

He had been careless; he should not have stepped forward too early to take the lead.

While Wayne was regretting his impulse, he beckoned to the Dragonblood Soldiers. Based on their actions, given another chance, he would still choose to be hot-blooded.

Boom!

Wayne rushed forward with vigorous stride, shattered the carpet beneath his feet, his fist cutting through the air, heading straight for the forefront Dragonblood Soldier.

This soldier’s thought process was rigid, not knowing what evasion meant, instinctively swung out his fist in response.

A large and a small fist collided, blasting open an air mass like water mist, white spray splashing out, and the Dragonblood Soldier’s fist disintegrated on impact.

The hand bones scattered with white flesh, the entire arm trembling violently, the Dragonblood Soldier roared and backed away, his eyes fierce, seemingly unconcerned with pain.

As Wayne’s punch landed, he slightly steadied himself, not slowing his footsteps, his fist swung even more ferociously.

In the corridor, the sound of fabric tearing apart erupted, filled with roars and the sound of breaking bones, and now and then, a white figure would smash through a wall or ceiling.

Wayne pressed down on the chest of a Dragonblood Soldier, pinning him against the wall, and when he saw the other’s claw coming at him, he raised his hand and grabbed the wrist.

His fingers tightened, sinking into the flesh, grasping the thick wrist’s bone joint.

Hiss!

The clawed wrist and a chunk of arm bone were violently torn out; the Dragonblood Soldier’s arm dangled limply, unfelt by pain, and opened its large mouth to let out a deafening roar.

"Too noisy!"

A glint of ferocity flashed in Wayne’s eyes. He used the arm bone as a weapon, stabbing it into the gaping crocodile mouth, thrusting violently as the weapon penetrated the mouth and pierced out from the back of the Dragonblood Soldier’s neck.

"Good nutrition, all suffering from bone spurs."

He turned and kicked, striking the Dragonblood Soldier’s waist and abdomen harshly. Accompanied by the sound of tendons and bones bursting, the white projectile suddenly shot away, smashing hard against the wall at the end of the corridor.

Philomena: (♯는‸눈)

Good news: the Golden Mage has arrived on the fifth floor!

Bad news: She’s late, her body has been transformed by the flesh of the Star Beast, the process irreversible; not only her physical form, but her mind has been eroded as well.

Looking at the twitching Dragonblood Soldier at her feet, Philomena cursed her luck—if she had only persevered a little longer, she wouldn’t have had to merge with the Star Beast’s flesh.

Philomena was in terrible condition, her right arm bulging, five fingers transforming into octopus tentacles, hanging down at her feet, twisting and writhing as if they had a will of their own.

The mutating arm burst through her coat and half of her bathrobe, dark veins squirming beneath her pale skin, muscles protruding, the flesh of the Star Beast spreading through her veins throughout her body.

Her once full and upright chest now appeared grotesque.

Dark veins extended upwards along her shoulder, arm, neck, half her face swollen, one eye unable to open, her slick outward-seeping skin oozing mucus.

Without a mirror, Philomena could not see her current appearance, merely guessing from her mutated arm that it must be repulsive.

"How good it would have been if you had come a bit sooner..."

Philomena lamented, feeling too ashamed to face others, afraid of frightening the Golden Mage and being labeled as fallen, she’d rather die than endure such shame.

At least it wouldn’t be so embarrassing!

In her irritation, the nearby Dragonblood Soldiers again stood up.

He removed the arm bone stuck in his mouth and inserted it back into his broken arm. The white froth writhed, the severely wounded body gradually healed.

Blood and bone were not united!

Philomena caught this scene with sharp observation, and a bold idea emerged in her mind—perhaps these mindless soldiers could help her rid herself of her current state.

She segmented the polluted part of her mind, forcibly suppressing the mutated flesh body. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Where there is suppression, there is resistance. She knew she couldn’t hold on for long, once her thoughts were exhausted, she would completely mutate into an octopus monster, with no chance of turning back.

Moreover, the mutated part was irreversible. It was better to vent than to block, she had to find an outlet.

It was worth a try!

If she lost, she’d commit suicide, ending her life with a human identity!

Philomena bit her lip in hatred, waving the five tentacles on her right arm towards the Dragonblood Soldier. Just as the unlucky one had just fully healed, not taking two steps before being wrapped up by the tentacles in mid-air.