bookbashuk Page 104
Page 104
At the moment he was shot, the physical injury was secondary. Cao Han felt as if his brain and soul had been struck by a heavy hammer, and the shock to his soul made him unable to hold back from spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Junior, are you alright? Fingel, where have you been, you bastard? Junior got shot."
Lucy Pallas could only watch helplessly as Cao Han was shot and coughed up a lot of blood, because at that moment she was standing right in front of him, constantly on guard against this despicable enemy.
Seeing too many ghosts will eventually make you afraid of the dark!
The previous traps made Lucy Pallas cautious, fearing that the other party was deliberately setting another trap to provoke her, and that there were accomplices hiding in the shadows who would continue to harm Cao Han!
boom--
The sound of glass shattering echoed as Fingel, in his haste, disregarded the need to continue taking the elevator downstairs.
Seeing that the situation was not right, he instantly released the Word of Power: Bronze Throne. The bronze metallic luster climbed onto the surface of his skin, and the surge of power and physical strength gave him an indestructible feeling.
Before the elevator reached the designated floor, he violently dismantled the elevator door with both hands and jumped down to the first floor.
Glass door?
What was that thing? After activating the Bronze Throne, Fingel completely ignored it, seeing it charging around like a humanoid tank.
From a short distance, he saw a black killer sitting slumped on the ground with a hole in his chest bleeding profusely, and Lucy Pallas confronting him.
The bronze-metallic sheen of his skin only enhanced Fingel's strength and physical defense, without affecting his speed in the slightest.
"The goddess of death told me: Death is upon you!"
Assassin turned to the side, his eyes fixed intently on Cheng Yaojin who had suddenly appeared, and excitedly licked his lips.
Different assassins have different styles of operation. The Assassins' style is more like that in the game Assassin's Creed, commonly known as the "assassin's unparalleled".
That kind of "one-hit kill, escape a thousand miles away" approach doesn't suit him. What he did just now was simply agreeing to the demands of his employer, the Gattuso family, and using the Philosopher's Stone bullet to kill Cao Han.
Moreover, the Assassins did not forget their partner Hans.
"Hans, you take the woman, I'll handle the man!"
"Go all out and hurry, or they'll send reinforcements," Hans warned, appearing quietly.
From the moment the first batch of bounty hunters who were sent to their deaths all fell, the Japanese defense forces and the Snake Clan should have already received the news.
And that astonishingly huge "firework" that exploded a hundred meters in the air just now—I doubt anyone in Tokyo could ignore it.
Cao Han, leaning against the cement wall behind him, is racing against time.
He discovered a bug that wasn't exactly a bug, which was that it could compress the domain of the Word of Power: Time Zero to only cover himself, while reducing the flow of time to an exaggerated level of 1:3600.
The fear between life and death is immense; indeed, danger is the best catalyst for progress.
This severe blow further enhanced his control over the Word of Power: Time Zero.
The reason this isn't considered a bug is because releasing Word of Power requires stamina, and the stamina consumption for opening a zero-time domain increases exponentially.
This kind of physical recovery method is probably only something that a physical monster like Cao Han could do.
The moment Hans revealed himself, Cao Han caught a familiar scent from him. After a moment's thought, he remembered and immediately warned him sharply:
"Senior, that guy is poisonous, don't let him get close!"
"Tsk tsk tsk~ What amazing vitality! First, he was hit by my deep blood, and then his heart was shot, yet he can still speak." Hans was not annoyed by Cao Han's performance; on the contrary, he was very excited.
The more vigorous Cao Han's vitality is, the more it represents the excellence of his dragon bloodline.
The superior dragon bloodline is precisely what their hybrid monarchs have been tirelessly pursuing.
Lucy Pallas, who had formal training, immediately realized that the other party's Word of Power should be Deep Blood, which is serial number 47. This is a Word of Power that can make one's blood contain unknown toxins.
Toxins can manifest in a variety of ways.
There was once a user of the Word of Power with deep blood who developed a method of using poison mist that seeped continuously through the skin and mixed into the air, so that the opponent would be poisoned without their knowledge when fighting.
These were all taught in the Words of Power class at Kassel College.
Knowing that her opponent was difficult to deal with, Lucy Pallas no longer held back, casually throwing away her nunchucks and drawing a gleaming Desert Eagle from her waist.
"A pistol? You don't think that thing will be of any use to me, do you?" Hans chuckled dismissively.
After he awakened the Word of Power: Deep Blood, his body became full of toxins, making him a veritable "poison man." These toxins were so powerful that they even killed his own growth factors, causing his height to be fixed at 1.56 meters.
Years of insults and ridicule twisted Hans's mind. Later, by chance, he joined the forces of the mixed-race monarch and, with his meticulous mind and control over human nature, continuously accumulated contributions within the organization.
Then he gained the opportunity to break through the limits of his bloodline, embarking on the "path to godhood" and also acquiring his second Word of Power.
The breakthrough in bloodline also brought about an increase in physical strength. In terms of bloodline rating, Hans' current bloodline rating is at least "A+" and is very close to S-level.
There's still a qualitative leap missing between A+ and S-class!
Hans was already short in stature, and his agile physique made aiming increasingly difficult.
Lucy Pallas's palms were sweating with tension as she gripped the gun. She couldn't relax for a moment, her eyes darting around as she tried her best to catch a glimpse of the other person.
In contrast to this side, the battle between Fingel and the Assassins on the other side was a completely different style, full of wild and unrestrained attacks.
At this moment, both of them seemed to have transformed into berserkers, extremely confident in their own defense and choosing to attack without defending.
Cao Han was relatively confident in Fingel, but there was one thing he didn't trust: his senior, Lucy Pallas...
A ruptured heart cannot heal in a short time.
At this critical moment, Cao Han couldn't care less about being exposed or not, and could only choose the relatively more concealed Word of Power.
Chapter 106 If we don't hurry, the wound will be invisible soon.
Cao Han looked at the dwarf-white man who was dodging his senior's shots like a grasshopper, his face filled with a chilling aura: "So you can jump around like that, huh! I haven't even tried out all those new Words of Power yet!"
Words of Power: Royal Authority!
This was the only option he could think of that was both discreet and allowed him to help Lucy Pallas while also being able to stubbornly pin the blame on Genjiro afterwards.
Under Cao Han's control, the immense force seized the moment when Hans was about to dodge the bullet aimed at him with his right leg.
The sudden increase in gravity inevitably caused Hans's movements to come to a standstill.
After Cao Han, whose spirit was severely damaged by the Philosopher's Stone, released his Word of Power, he felt a series of needle-like pains in his soul, so much so that he could no longer maintain the effect of the Word of Power and had no choice but to stop.
Fortunately, a small difference can lead to a huge error!
The body's pause of less than a second is more than enough time for a bullet traveling at 400 meters per second.
Hans, who was still gloating and having been trying to toy with Lucy Pallas, was not in control of the situation until a high-speed alchemical bullet pierced his forehead.
The immense kinetic energy nearly ripped half of his skull apart and shattered it, sending up a large, nauseating mixture of red and white matter.
boom--
Hans did indeed do what he said he would do: "go all out and solve it as quickly as possible." However, reality was completely the opposite of what he thought, and it was he who was the one who was solved!
Because of his concern for Cao Han, Fingel was somewhat distracted while fighting the Assassins, constantly keeping an eye on Lucy Pallas and Cao Han's situation.
Seeing Lucy Pallas's outstanding performance in defeating her opponent and protecting Cao Han, he was able to focus on dealing with the "black and tough" opponent in front of him.
"Dare to fight someone on the Bronze Throne at close range, and I'll show you what cruelty truly means!"
Just like how speed-type incantations can have different effects in the hands of different people, the key lies in the issue of "initial velocity".
With the same boost, the higher the initial velocity, the faster the speed will be after the boost.
Similarly, the strength of the amplification of physical enhancement words also depends on the physical strength of the caster, and in this respect, Fingel is undoubtedly the best.
Something's not right! Twelve out of ten things are definitely not right!
Assassin's fighting style is indeed very similar to that of a berserker, but he always maintains his rationality during battle.
The sudden cessation of activity on the other battlefield, coupled with the absence of his companion's voice as expected, meant that he knew the outcome without even turning around.
It can only be said that the Assassins and Hans guessed everything that happened, except for...
result!
As the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope," and the sudden death of his companion Hans inevitably made the Assassins begin to consider leaving.
Once the thought of retreating arises, the punch thrown out may appear to be as powerful as ever, but Fingel, as the opponent, is the one who feels it most clearly. As time goes by, he is no longer as fearless and decisive.
"Trying to escape now? Too late!"
Fingel seized the moment when Assassin hesitated and lost his resolve in throwing a punch, and took the initiative to change his approach. He deliberately took Assassin's punch to his left shoulder, turned his body slightly to the side, and then slammed his long-charged right fist heavily into the temple, one of the most vital parts of the human body.
The skull is an extremely hard bone in the human body, but the brain inside is very fragile; it can cause anything from a concussion to death!
The Assassins, whose dragon bloodline was also excellent, were quite adept at withstanding blows, but this heavy attack still caused them to suffer a concussion. They were dizzy and saw stars everywhere, and even their bodies were somewhat uncontrollable, causing them to sway unsteadily.
While you are sick, I will kill you!
Having exposed such a weakness in his opponent, Fingel would not give Assassins a chance to survive this ordeal.
Taking advantage of their unpreparedness, he sneaked up behind the Assassins and unleashed the legendary ultimate killing technique, the "guillotine"!
The muscles on his two thick, metallic arms were bulging, and the bulging veins were clearly visible as he exerted force.
"Crack!"
Faced with such ferocious force, Assassin's cervical vertebrae proved incredibly fragile, breaking completely in Fingel's hands in less than three seconds.
"Heh—heh—heh—"
With his cervical vertebrae broken, Assassin was like a fish stranded on the shore, clutching his neck with both hands but only able to let out a desperate moan, his pupils, which had a bluish tinge, gradually dilated and lost their luster.
In his dying moments, he seemed to hear a gentle female voice in his ear: "Welcome back to the embrace of the Goddess of Death~"
As he finished off his opponent, Fingel also released his Word of Power: Bronze Throne, though his expression remained wary.
"Boss Cao, you..."
Only when he got closer could Fingel clearly see the terrifying penetrating wound on Cao Han's chest, which was about half a fist's width in size. Through that hole, he could even see his ruptured heart.
For most people suffering such severe injuries, it would be more practical to send them directly to the funeral home for cremation than to send them to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Following the worried gazes of Fingel and Lucy Pallas, Cao Han naturally noticed the hole in his chest. Unlike their panic, he remained completely calm:
"Don't be fooled by how serious this wound looks; it's really just a superficial injury to me."
"Once my soul recovers from the Philosopher's Stone, I'll have a good sleep."
“The Philosopher’s Stone!?” Fingel’s eyes narrowed.
He hadn't had time to think carefully about the traps his opponent had laid, but it wasn't until he was seriously injured that Cao Han suddenly remembered what that red streak of light was.