"You said Naoko is a ghost and want to take her away, but my sister is so cute! How could she be a ghost!"
Inuyama Masataka yelled: "It's obviously your fault that Naoko has been avoiding me!"
"Your sister has been eaten by you." Yuan Zhisheng said calmly, "From then on, your sister was just your illusion."
"No! You are all lying to me!"
Inuyama Masataka held the hand of the little girl in white and shouted angrily at the three of them, his eyes red: "She is here! It's just that you can't see it! As long as you are all killed, then there will still be Naoko in this world.
world!"
"After I have that medicine, I will have extremely powerful power, and no matter who I am, I will only be affected by my ability! I will be able to create a world where Naoko can live!"
Inuyama Masataka's expression was distorted, but his tone had a strange tenderness: "Naoko wants to hide and seek with them, I'm just fulfilling Naoko's wish."
"Thanks to that potion, it's so useful!"
Yuan Zhisheng frowned slightly.
Inuyama Masataka didn't know who he got the evolution potion from, which was called Molotov Cocktail. It was originally intended to be a homemade incendiary bomb, and the Finns threw it at the Soviet tanks to vent their anger.
This kind of medicine can only be used to strengthen the bloodline and will burn out the life of the hybrid in a short time. There is no safe evolution in this world. People are just people and cannot transform into dragons.
No matter what kind of evolutionary medicine is used, it is impossible to turn a person into a dragon. The final outcome will only be for the hybrid to degenerate into a deadpool.
Even if the genetic medicine of this Molotov cocktail can indeed activate the dragon's blood, the side effects are obvious. If used for a long time, it will only lose control and become a monster.
Many people in history have pursued the evolutionary path of purifying the dragon bloodline, but there have been few successful cases. Now Takazo Oyama can actually use genetic technology to force evolution. If this continues, sooner or later a real bloodline purification drug will appear.
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Assuming that this kind of medicine really appeared in the world, it would be no less than an eight-magnitude earthquake in the entire mixed-race world. No one could resist the temptation of bloodline purification.
Under normal circumstances, Yuan Zhisheng only needs to control the out-of-control ghost, then hand over the out-of-control ghost to the family, and continue to investigate the flow of Molotov cocktails. And they have almost already made a guess.
The potion should be in the hands of the meng ghosts.
After all, purifying the bloodline is what the Menggui and the others are pursuing. Those guys have long been tired of their human identities and are looking forward to evolving into dragons day and night.
The forbidden door cannot be opened, and what is hidden behind it is definitely not heaven but hell! If you pursue the power of the dragon, you will be devoured by the dragon!
But the current situation is different from usual. There are two elites from the Kassel Academy headquarters beside him.
The potion mentioned by Inuyama Masataka will definitely arouse their vigilance. If the headquarters finds out that someone is developing an evolution potion here, the consequences will be disastrous.
But now they can't just lock the commissioners in the dungeon of the headquarters like before. They can only deal with them without making them suspicious.
Thinking of this, Yuan Zhisheng burst out with a strong murderous aura, and the spider on his hand radiated a chilling light.
Inuyama Masataka was still talking intermittently, full of nervousness: "What do you people know! You don't have a cute sister like Naoko!"
"Do you know? Executive Officer Yuan Zhisheng, my sister is a very good child. She was like an angel when she was born. The angel came to my side. Her face was pink and her flesh was all wet.
She is very cute. From the moment my sister was born, I vowed to protect my sister. It is a treasure given to me by God and no one can take it away."
"Naoko is a very gentle and kind little girl. When she walks on the road, she can't even bear to step on an ant. She always looks at others with a smile, and her face is always filled with a happy smile. Naoko
She is a very caring girl who never hurts others."
"With such a kind girl, how could she be a ghost?"
Masataka Inuyama roared the last few words, almost bursting his throat.
"It's all you! It's all you! You are the real ghosts! Don't think I don't know what you are doing by taking Naoko and the others away. What you have done is more terrifying than ghosts! The real ghosts are you!"
"Bloodlines and everything are fallacies. You know what you do with those dangerous bloodline hybrids. You know what dangerous bloodlines and stuff are, they're just excuses!"
Inuyama Masataka still remembered that because of Naoko, he was finally taken to a dark place by law enforcement officers. Although the environment there was very bad, he could still survive at least.
but……
Later, he was taken to a place filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, surrounded by gray walls, and everyone here had a look of confusion and sluggishness on their faces.
Often every once in a while, someone is taken away forever.
Inuyama Masataka also suffered cruel and inhumane experiments here. Those wearing white clothes did not regard them as humans at all, but as some kind of rat-like creatures with human shapes.
From that time on, Inuyama Masataka knew that those law enforcement personnel were the real ghosts.
They just want to take Naoko away and torture her as an experimental subject...
fine……
Inuyama Masataka showed a sick smile, and Naoko finally became one with him, and no longer had to suffer the original horrific treatment.
After all... he is the older brother and must protect his younger sister.
After hearing Inuyama Masataka's words, Minamoto's brows furrowed even deeper.
It was all nonsense. Sure enough, this person had been stimulated by the medicine and lost his mind.
Yuan Zhisheng glanced at the two guys beside him. They were still watching the fun leisurely. Moreover, the corners of Lu Mingfei's eyes were wet, and he looked very moved by the story.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yuan Zhisheng twitched the corner of his mouth, with mixed feelings in his heart. Could it be that this is the weirdness of the elite?
I have to admit that during this journey, Yuan Zhisheng's impression of these two people changed from being cautious to being indescribable. How should I put it... they were just two idiots.
But even so, it cannot be taken lightly.
What if these two people just look a little out of place on the surface? Yuan Zhisheng doesn't believe that a ruthless person who can kill the Dragon King is a simple thing.
Now they have to get rid of this guy before they find out the problem!
After Inuyama Masataka finished speaking, his calves suddenly bent and his knees exerted force. In an instant, the whole person rushed out like an arrow. Inuyama Masataka seemed to be going crazy and rushed towards San On the human side, there is a violent impact.
Inuyama Masataka rushed over very fast, like a black shadow, and it was difficult for ordinary people to catch his shadow.
But everyone else present is not a simple guy.
Yuan Zhisheng jumped up without thinking, unsheathed the sword, and waved it in a circle! When the ancient sword was unsheathed, it seemed like a thunder exploded in the scabbard, and the light of the sword showed a strange green color. It seemed that what Yuan Zhisheng pulled out was not a sword. The handle of the sword is instead an empty cold air!
At the same time, it seemed as if a golden sun enveloped him. He stood in the glorious sun disk as if King Kong had come to the world, and the arc cut by the ancient knife was the edge of the sun disk!
A series of sparks flowed on the blade, which was the collision between Inuyama Masataka's sharp claws and the blade of the ancient sword.
Inuyama Masataka's appearance at this time can no longer be called a human being. With his golden eyes, sharp fangs protruding outward, sharp claws, and blue scales, he looks more like a ferocious monster.
Inuyama Masataka attacked from behind, grabbing Minamoto's head with his giant deformed claws. The intention of the attack was obviously to pull Minamoto's entire head from his neck.
In just a few seconds, the dragon-shaped Inuyama Masataka circled around Minamoto and came to the north of him without making the slightest sound. Minamoto's almost flawless knife could have cut Inuyama Masataka in half, but Inuyama Zhenglong used his scaly claw to pinch the blade of the ancient sword. He actually used the blade as a fulcrum to flip in the air, and stabbed Yuan Zhisheng's throat with the other giant claw. This was the beast's attack and defense, every time All attacks are aimed at killing the enemy.
Minamoto Chisheng opened his windbreaker and pulled out the short sword from his waist. The incredible golden sunlight enveloped him again. The short sword pierced Inuyama Masataka's claw. Minamoto Chisheng flew up and knocked his knee on Inuyama Masataka's chest. He knocked him away and used Inuyama Masataka's retreat to pull out the short sword.
Inuyama Masataka was knocked away not far away by the huge force of Minamoto. He had lost his mind at this time and could only rely on his beast-like instinct to find the direction of Minamoto. Soon he captured the golden There was a ray of light, but before Rong Yuan Zhisheng could catch up with him and hit him, he had already surged up again, and his sharp claws stabbed directly into Yuan Zhisheng's heart.
Minamoto's two swords crossed to block, and he retreated at the same time, but Inuyama Masataka continuously penetrated and destroyed Minamoto's body, and his sharp claws firmly locked Minamoto's. His deformed claws were sharp enough to cut metal, Minamoto only had two swords, and Inuyama Zhenglong was carrying ten long and short knives. When these claws were unfolded, the air was filled with the sound of wind.
Yuan Zhisheng crossed his hands to block, and the place where the swords and claws met made a sound of gold and iron, making a deafening sound.
But Inuyama Masataka did not give up. He still held on to Minamoto's body tightly, and accelerated his speed, rushing forward. If this continued, he would tear Minamoto's body apart in a short time.
In this case, Yuan Zhisheng dodged and avoided.
He crossed his hands, pointed the blade at Inuyama Masataka, and then raised it up, directly cutting Inuyama Masataka's cheek. Poisonous blood like sulfuric acid immediately flowed down, burning small holes on the ground, and they were still boiling.
White smoke.
But there was no look of pain on Inuyama Masataka's face. Instead, he showed excitement and greed. He didn't care at all about the scars on his face. He just stared at Minamoto's body and licked his lips.
As he rushed forward, he continued to attack Yuan Zhisheng.
Seeing this scene, Yuan Zhisheng no longer concealed his strength and directly used all his strength. He flipped the two swords on his wrists and merged them into one blade. He stamped his right foot on the ground and used the rebound to
He jumped back, avoiding a collision from Masataka Inuyama, and then slashed out with a knife, hitting Inuyama Masataka's head, but it was unable to break the scales on his neck.
Inuyama Masataka was in pain, but still maintained the state of impact. He stretched out his right paw and grabbed Minamoto.
"Peng!"
Minamoto's left hand and Inuyama Masataka's right paw collided heavily, and both of them made a thunderous collision sound.
The ancient sword and sharp claws cut each other dozens of times, and Minamoto was slightly weaker. He was staggered a few steps by Masataka Inuyama and almost fell to the ground.
It was obvious that he had been cornered, but just when Sakurai Akira ecstatically struck a fatal blow, Minamoto Chisheng disappeared. When Minamoto Chisheng disappeared, Sakurai Akira felt a light in front of his eyes, like a sunrise.
"Are you...Amaterasu?" Inuyama Masataka said hoarsely.
Gen Zhisheng walked slowly from the stage of the festival, with a long sword in his right hand and a short sword in his left hand. His long black trench coat was open. On the lining was a magnificent ukiyo-e. The bones of a giant were lying on the ground, and a clear spring flowed through the bones.
From the left eye, a naked goddess emerged from it. She was clothed with her long golden hair and held the sun in her hand.
This is Yin Xie's beautiful festival. The stage lights shine on the lining of Yuan Zhisheng's windbreaker, and it actually reflects the brilliance of the morning sun, as if this young man is a real character who has come out of myths and legends.
Each law enforcement officer has a different suit lining, but Yuan Zhisheng always wraps his windbreaker tightly as if he is afraid of the cold, looking like a conservative academic.
This is because when he becomes brilliant, he will illuminate the whole world.
"Amaterasu! You are Amaterasu!" Masataka Inuyama roared.
"I said my name is Minamoto Chisei. There is only one person in the Minamoto family, so I am also the head of the Minamoto family." Minamoto Chi said calmly, "So I am also Amaterasu. Give up, you have no chance."
"So what if you are Amaterasu?" Inuyama Masataka whispered, with a ferocious expression on his face, "Even the sun will fall. My sun is only my sister!"
Yuan Zhisheng frowned.
"Then don't you see the decaying darkness? Where there is light, there must be boundless darkness. Even if you are Amaterasu, you will still be fooled!"
Yuan Zhisheng frowned.
These are the words that Inuyama Masataka has mentioned repeatedly, and the pain and despair of Inuyama Masataka are revealed between the lines. Although this is a person who is about to lose control and does not have much sense, Minamoto Chisheng still feels something is wrong.
Inuyama Masataka seemed to be reminding Yuan Zhisheng, but also seemed to be yelling filial piety unconsciously.
He jumped up, ready to launch a final resistance.
In the end, the ancient sword pierced Inuyama Masataka's body, and he fell powerlessly...