Chapter 397: Words Come Easily

When the bloodline of a hybrid exceeds the critical blood limit (50%), its own dragon blood will take the lead and forcibly rewrite the human genes into dragon genes in a very short time, and then the physical characteristics of the dragon race will appear.

However, hybrids are just hybrids after all. Human genes will rise up to resist when attacked, so it is impossible to reach 100% dragon genes.

At this time, they are neither real dragons nor humans. They become a deformed monster that has lost its mind and follows animal instincts. They obey the orders of the pure-blooded dragon race and become cannon fodder slaves used by the dragon race to fight against humans.

The hybrids call them deadpools, and they belong to the category of being killed by everyone.

There are many reasons for the formation of Deadpool, some secret methods to improve the purity of dragon blood, some genetic evolution drugs, contamination by dragon blood, and the fact that hybrids are inherently unstable. It is reasonable that the genes of two species coexist in one body and conflict occurs. The desire for bloodthirstiness has always existed, but it is suppressed by human genes and their own will. Long-term repression, tragic experiences and other external factors are stimulating, which leads to the psychological distortion and out-of-control runaway of the already unstable hybrids. The dragon blood takes the opportunity to greatly exceed the critical blood limit, rationality is swallowed up, the body becomes a monster, and it enters an irreversible situation in one fell swoop.

Although it is not clear why the man who masters the "Word Spirit·Yin Lei" has become a Deadpool, the fact that he has become a Deadpool is clearly in front of him. The only way to deal with Deadpool is to eliminate him.

Although he can only fight by instinct after losing his rational thinking, the monster body strengthened by the dragon blood runaway should not be underestimated, and a punch can easily smash a human head.

"Your Word Spirit is Chi, right? The environment here is not suitable for you to release it." Lao Zhang said quickly.

"I know." Lancelot replied, but he did not stop mobilizing the power of the Word Spirit.

While the two were talking, Deadpool was not idle either. He roared and leaped up, rushing towards Lao Zhang like a tiger descending from the mountain. Obviously, the bloody wound on Lao Zhang's shoulder attracted him.

Facing such a monster, Lao Zhang, who is good at reconnaissance and sneak attacks, was obviously helpless.

"Back off!"

The next moment, the black commissioner slid in at lightning speed and blocked in front of Lao Zhang.

He lowered his waist and stood with his legs, crossed his arms in front of his forehead to block, and his skin instantly changed to a deep rock color, and the density and hardness of his bones and muscles increased, like a human shield.

Word Spirit·Immovable Shield, serial number 40, bloodline origin is the king of the earth and mountains, can instantly harden the skin and flesh of the whole body, like an indestructible rock, but it moves slowly during release, and has a greater disadvantage.

Bang!

Deadpool's giant palm with claws slapped on the black commissioner's arm, colliding with a dull sound.

At this moment, the black commissioner who was flying backwards lifted the immobile shield, and Lao Zhang behind him cooperated tacitly to pull him, and the two of them distanced themselves from Deadpool.

Lancelot stepped forward quickly, his eyes bursting with brilliant golden light. He stared at Deadpool with full momentum, the temperature around him quickly rose, and clusters of flames ignited out of thin air.

Buzz!

"What's that sound?" Lancelot frowned and looked up subconsciously.

Everyone who was attracted by the sudden sharp whistle raised their eyes, and when they saw a figure falling straight from the air, their pupils shrank.

Perhaps because he felt a chill on the back of his neck, Deadpool also turned around vigilantly and met Chu Xin's ignited golden eyes, just like looking directly at the scorching sun.

Buzz——

The terrifying pressure gushed out invisibly, and the hearts of the people present trembled in unison, and the primitive fear instinctively flowed through every inch of flesh and blood.

Lancelot didn't care about anything else, and immediately stopped releasing the Word Spirit, and retreated and dodged.

Whoosh!

Chu Xin had no intention of slowing down. He fell into the darkness like a meteor, and collided heavily with the trembling Deadpool.

When he touched it, his right hand grabbed Deadpool's ugly cheek, and his five fingers pierced through the scales covering his face and held it tightly. His legs stepped on Deadpool's chest. With a kick, Chu Xin flew into the air, and Deadpool was also kicked out by the fierce force, rubbing a deep groove along the snack street, and lying motionless on the ground.

He didn't move, which was normal and in line with reality.

Because Deadpool had no head, there was nothing in the middle of his shoulders, and hot blood continued to spray from the huge hole.

As Lancelot and others looked up in horror, Chu Xin landed steadily, holding Deadpool's head with wide eyes in his hand, and half of the bloody spine was drooping at the end.

Sheep scorpion appeared again!

Hiss——

At this time, the inappropriate brake sounds continued, and a bunch of modified car lights were projected, illuminating everyone clearly.

The spirited young man and the girls stared blankly at the scene in front of them, especially the headless monster corpse two meters away became the focus of their sight.

Wrong place, wrong time, wrong role, wrong turn.

"Fuck, I ran into a movie!" A ghost fire boy shouted in surprise.

"Wo Ri Ni Xian Ren, this thing is so realistic!" Another boy jumped out of the car and squatted down to take a closer look at the still steaming Deadpool.

But when he got closer, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. The extremely impactful bloody picture and the extremely pungent smell violently hit his stomach. After a dry heave, he vomited a large pool of foul-smelling liquid. It was normal to have no dry goods. He only drank a glass of lemonade at noon today. He had no money to eat at all. He wanted to find a brother to eat, but his brother had the same idea.

"Brothers, what kind of movie are you going to make? There are foreigners, Hollywood ones!"

"You guys did the explosion just now, that's awesome!"

"The guy wearing the mask should be the male lead, right? Damn, he's so handsome!"

"Do you want extras? Pack lunch and I'll come!"

The guys and girls got off the car excitedly, shouting at the same time.

"Something's wrong, ugh~" The boy who was about to vomit stood up, with panic on his face, "This looks a bit real."

"It's right to look real! It means the special effects are good! It must be a blockbuster!" His companion laughed.

"It looks like a real dead person." The boy said carefully, not caring about the vomit at the corner of his mouth.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"Who are you?" Lancelot stared at Chu Xin, who was 20 meters away, and at the same time signaled Lao Zhang and others to prepare to retreat.

"There's no such person in the Asian branch, and he jumped over from such a long distance to kill the waiter in an instant. I'm afraid~this guy is not right, be careful." The black commissioner said in a low voice.

"Why don't you get out of here!" Old Zhang turned around and angrily scolded the spirited young men who were still watching the show.

Although he hated this group of social scum from the bottom of his heart, if innocent people were killed or injured because of his mission, he would be responsible and would be punished accordingly.

At this point, no matter how stupid the spirited young men were, they noticed something was wrong, but they were still ignorant and fearless, and they obviously wanted to continue watching the fun. After riding the battery car, they did not turn around and leave. Some of them whispered, "We are in large numbers, so what's there to be afraid of?", "Let's wait a little longer", "I don't believe they dare to kill us", "Whoever runs first is a coward".

Of course, there were also some smart people who immediately left, and the rest had to follow them, looking back reluctantly.

Then, after they thought they had a safe distance, curiosity and adventurousness drove them to stop at the entrance of the snack street without any prior agreement, and they did not call the police. They had already begun to imagine bragging to others tomorrow.

"Mixed race, or Deadpool?" the black commissioner murmured.

"These eyes are like they are made of gold. Their bloodline is so high that I dare not look at them." The other two commissioners also gathered together, their muscles tensed.

Lancelot said nothing. As the vice president of the Lionheart Club, he had stared at the never-extinguished golden eyes of the president Chu Zihang many times. Even so, he had never trembled like this. Every hair stood up straight, and he felt that the air was getting hot. The invisible elemental particles seemed to be called and gradually reveled.

"Dragon, could it be~" A horrified guess suddenly emerged in his mind.

Not daring to think further, he immediately shook his arms, quickly recited the dragon text, and released the Word Spirit·Fire.

Serial number 77, derived from the King of Bronze and Fire, can ignite and manipulate the fire element in the air, thereby generating a large amount of flames for attack, like a low-profile version of Junyan.

Boom!!!

Instantly, the scorching flames gathered into waves of flames, surging towards Chu Xin, igniting the ground wherever they passed, forming a large area, as if gasoline was poured on it.

Chu Xin stood still, stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers, whispering in dragon script: "Fire."

Boom——

Instantly, a flame with a similar structure appeared out of thin air, but with a larger scale, higher temperature, and stronger oppression.

Lancelot immediately felt that his elemental power was arbitrarily taken away by the other party, and the fire he released also greatly weakened, to the extent that a gust of wind could blow it out.

"Authority! He gave orders to the elements!" Lancelot suddenly realized and shouted, "He is Nuo..."

Bang——

Before he finished speaking, Chu Xin's fire swept the entire snack street, like a two-headed fire dragon rushing towards the entrance and exit of the head and tail, and everything along the way was ignited and detonated.

The same word spirit, but with different releasers, there is a huge difference between heaven and earth.

Boom!

The gas tanks in the shops exploded one by one, triggering even more terrifying explosions. The deafening explosions completely broke the silent night of Miancheng.

Lancelot, the black commissioner, Lao Zhang and others were all engulfed by the flames. Their special combat uniforms were instantly turned into ashes, their skin was torn, their blood evaporated, their bones were cracked, and they were all burned to charcoal in the high heat.

"Fuck, run!"

Not only them, but also the spirited young men at the entrance were blown away by the gushing fire and shock waves before they could escape, and fell on the main road in pieces.

Just like their shattered owners, the battery cars carrying freedom and courage were also torn into pieces in the air, ending their cheap and sloppy lives.

Amid the explosion, a tiny gunshot came from top to bottom.

Whoosh!

The sniper on the rooftop pulled the trigger of the Barrett, and the 12.7mm large-caliber ammunition came out of the chamber, carrying a strong smell of gunpowder and shooting at Chu Xin's head.

In response, Chu Xin just stretched out his hand and casually drew it in the void, and the metal bullet was wrapped by invisible and intangible silk threads. After hovering for a second, it turned 180 degrees and pierced through the commissioner's eyebrows in the horrified eyes, and the whole head exploded on the spot.

Word Spirit·Sword Control, serial number 82, originated from the King of Bronze and Fire.

In a large area centered on the releaser, metal objects can be precisely controlled.

It is named after Zhang Daoling, the founder of Taoism. According to ancient books and documents, there were ancient hybrids who could fly with swords. With a wave of their fingertips, they could command countless sword blades and kill dragons with their swords. Since then, the story of the sword fairy has been passed down to this day.

However, from a scientific perspective, it is naturally not a fantasy fairy method. The releaser actually controls the magnetic field. There are countless magnetic lines of force in the field, which allow metal objects to move and accelerate along the complex and changeable magnetic lines of force, thus achieving an effect like mind control.

It can be said that the dragon race itself, its alchemy and words, can all be explained by science fiction, and they all follow certain laws and rules.

The so-called words are essentially the words spoken by the Dragon King, which are their mobilization and control of the power of elements. With one sentence, they can command the power of fire, storms, mountains and seas, thunder, and all living beings.

For hybrids, the power of the Word Spirit comes from the resonance of the dragon script and bloodline, and it is arranged in a form similar to the periodic table according to the degree of stability. There are currently 121 known species, and the possibility of increasing is not ruled out. The higher the sequence number, the more dangerous and unstable the Word Spirit is, and the releaser may also pay a heavy price for using it.

From the second generation, third generation, to hybrids, their dragon blood is derived from the four kings and the king of black and white, so they inherit the power of the Word Spirit contained in their blood. As for the number of sequences, it is closely related to the purity of the bloodline.

For Chu Xin, who is a first generation species, the Word Spirit is basically a piece of cake!

"It's still too weak, not even a practice." Chu Xin muttered, put on a hood to cover his tall body, and disappeared at the corner of the street.

He flicked his fingertips lightly, and the burning flames turned into red snakes, which extinguished in a cluster, leaving a ruin.

Soon, fire trucks arrived quickly, and firefighters and police cordoned off the scene, but the perimeter was full of nearby residents. In fact, many people had been awakened by the continuous noise, but the snack street was narrow and dim, with old commercial houses on both sides, so they couldn't see what was happening inside. Moreover, Deadpool's creepy roar scared them so much that they closed their doors and windows, so they didn't dare to open the door to check.

It wasn't until Chu Xin's words triggered a big explosion that everyone realized the seriousness of the matter and called the police.

Many reporters got out of their beds and rushed to report the front-line situation.

"It seemed like they were filming inside, and it seemed like a group of people were fighting. I was watching TV at the time. I only heard the explosion, and then I saw the fire wave rushing out and burning most of my shop. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have lost my life like those little bastards!" The owner of the grocery store talked endlessly in front of the cameras. Behind him, the store, which was not big to begin with, was two-thirds gone.

...

Ten minutes later.

Chu Zihang, Susie and five executive department specialists came to the rooftop above the snack street with gloomy faces.

One of them was dealing with the body of a headless colleague. They were used to the bloody scene and did not feel any physical discomfort, but more of inexplicable anger.

"Norma, what happened?" Susie asked with clenched fists.

Then, Norma sent them a blurry surveillance video.

Fighting in the dark, the roar of beasts, figures falling from the sky, gangsters seeking death, blazing fire, flames that engulfed everything, and backs leaving silently.

"Miancheng Group B, 6 people, confirmed, all sacrificed." Norma's electronic voice brought a bit of vague sadness and solemnity, and also sent this message back to the college.

As the top artificial intelligence system of Kassel College, it is normal to show a tone that fits the scene.

Looking at the clearest back of the raincoat in the whole video, Chu Zihang suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Susie asked.

"It looks familiar." Chu Zihang tried to recall.

He turned his head to look at the city streets, and suddenly remembered that he had seen this figure sitting in the co-pilot seat at the intersection just now.

"You guys deal with the aftermath, I'll go take a look." Chu Zihang said and left alone, like a nimble cheetah leaping at high speed between the rooftops of buildings, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Hey!" Susie wanted to follow, but she knew she couldn't keep up with Chu Zihang's sharp pace.

Under the night sky, the Anchang River was calmly flooded with moonlight.

There was a distance from the city center, so it was not affected, revealing the quiet and leisure that the night should have.

A row of street lights on the river bank flickered, and between the flickering, a black shadow quietly stood under a tree with only dead branches.

The reason why Chu Xin was able to accurately find the hybrids and deadpools who were on a mission was thanks to the word spirit called "Bloodline Jie Luo".

Serial number 2, the source is the black king Nidhogg. The effect is to enhance the sensitivity of bloodline perception, resonate with dragons and hybrids within a certain range, and then lock on. The releaser can see red threads connecting his heart to the dragon blood target.

The text on the card appeared:

"With a little effort, it is the limit that hybrids cannot reach, and a great victory in the first battle;

Proficiency +5%, reaching 10%."

No reward is expected. With the amount of exercise just now, it is good to increase by 5%.

Chu Xin withdrew his consciousness from the card interface.

He looked down at his chest, and then slowly raised it. At this moment, a scarlet thread was spreading in the void. It was like a bridge across the river and reached the opposite bank.

Huh!

Chu Zihang, who was running fast, suddenly stopped. He turned around subconsciously and locked Chu Xin.

The twenty-year-old black-haired young man stood tall and straight, with sharp eyes and a long knife in his hand.

He took a deep breath, bowed slightly, and placed his right hand on the handle of the knife, making a drawing gesture.

"Dragon King, Norton?"

Chu Zihang did not retreat, but instead lit up his dark golden eyes.