hotmtlnovel Chapter 96 Blocking the Door and Killing
Chapter 96 Blocking the Door and Killing
Chapter 96 Blocking the Door and Killing
A giant, pale fingernail suddenly ripped through the giant cocoon.
Then, the ferocious beast with white scales tore open the cage that had nurtured it and was born from the cocoon!
"I'm a little unhappy," Huo Yuhao's calm voice came from the well.
The newborn behemoth suddenly raised its head.
It hadn't even had time to move its entire body out of the cocoon.
But when he looked up, he found that his mortal enemy had already transformed and was waiting right in front of him to kill him!
The new White King, Dr. Herzog, has legs that have transformed into a long, python-like tail, much like the dragon-like Deadpool.
It lay sprawled at the bottom of the cold well, stretching its scaly neck as far as it could, staring in disbelief at the armored monster at the well's opening.
It was a humanoid monster, with dark, membranous wings that quietly closed behind him. His entire body was covered in hard scales, which shimmered with a beautiful bronze or red gold luster.
Sharp, blade-like bones protrude from the body surface, while steel-like muscles undulate slowly beneath the scales.
Those golden eyes, as bright as the sun, stared indifferently at Herzog.
Herzog suddenly froze.
It saw that serene and delicate face.
It had long known that the other party was also a ghost of Black Swan Harbor.
It locked the experimental subject, codenamed "Zero," at the end of the corridor for ten years!
It collected a large amount of information from the target by destroying it, and after conducting extensive research, it discarded the experimental subject, which had become useless.
It thought it had already devoured all of the other party's value!
But after discovering that Lu Mingfei was the Zero who should have died in that port, it was shocked, but indifferent.
It originally thought it had killed Bondarev long ago, but Bondarev was still alive, still plotting something in some dark corner.
So what's so strange about Zero being alive? It's just that Zero was secretly brought out by Bondarev.
She was just another pawn that escaped by sheer luck, another past that couldn't be completely cleaned up.
But seeing Zero in this state now reminded him of the dragon that had swallowed the Lenin.
"It's you! It's you!" Herzog seemed to be having a mental breakdown.
He roared, screamed hysterically, and looked frantic.
For decades! He spent decades weaving conspiracies in the ice fields, in the ports, and deep underground in Tokyo, stealing power, devouring gods, believing he had grasped the ultimate code of evolution, and that he was above all experimental subjects, becoming the god who selects all beings!
In the end!
In the end, he discovered that "Number Zero," which he had once possessed, studied, and then discarded like trash, was...
That discarded container, which he deemed to have been completely drained of its value, was actually the treasure that held the ultimate secret!
And yet, he himself let this one and only true treasure slip through his fingers to chase after inferior imitations and broken legacies!
"I missed it! I missed it!"
Huo Yuhao frowned deeply as he looked down at the white-scaled behemoth that seemed to be going mad, its long tail twisting wildly.
Why did this guy suddenly lose his mind? Isn't he afraid of being accused of writing fluff by repeating himself twice?
"Quiet," Huo Yuhao sighed.
The power of dragons is extremely violent, and without a firm will, it is indeed easy for them to lose their minds.
Huo Yuhao had thought that Herzog's experiment was enough to remove the negative effects of the dragon blood, but now it seems that human power, no matter how much you calculate, is limited.
No wonder the Black King was betrayed several times, always by a dragon traitor.
Humans are truly too weak.
"Didn't you already know I was strong? Now you're acting like you're discovering the truth for the first time, shocked and devastated—are you trying to make me pity you and let you go?"
Huo Yuhao's voice was also unpleasant now. The leap in his life level made his voice sound like a bronze bell booming, but Herzog's frantic roar still annoyed him.
"But your little tricks are just too obvious."
Huo Yuhao sighed.
He could see, of course, that Herzog was only acting this way to lull him into a false sense of security. He also saw that Herzog was secretly gathering strength, trying to break through his blockade and escape from the Red Well.
"You are not the true White King, therefore..."
Huo Yuhao frowned, but did not move in the face of the surging black flames coming towards him.
The Word Spirit "Jun Yan" ranks as high as 89 in the Word Spirit Sequence List, making it a high-risk Word Spirit, which Huo Yuhao is no stranger to.
This is Chu Zihang's Word of Power.
But the black flames vanished silently before him.
The black dragon wings behind him slowly unfurled, and an invisible current naturally lifted him up, making him float quietly above the well opening as if suspended in a vacuum.
The black flames ignited everything in the well—the elevator platform, scaffolding, experimental instruments—all of which were reduced to pools of flowing molten iron and rising smoke in a short time.
Herzog's expression froze.
It was currently hovering somewhat clumsily in the middle of the Red Well, relying on its newly grown, still somewhat uncoordinated dragon wings.
Seeing that Huo Yuhao was completely unaffected, he was caught in a dilemma.
"Rats should hide in the gutter," Huo Yuhao suddenly laughed, "They don't deserve to see the sun!"
As he finished speaking, he casually raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.
At the bottom of the well, the still glowing red and slowly flowing molten metal suddenly stopped its disorderly spread. It emitted a slight, teeth-grinding "sizzle" sound as it rapidly gathered, stretched, and shaped itself at a speed that defied the laws of physics, and cooled and solidified the instant it left the ground.
A longsword, forged from the remains of a well, with its cold, hard lines and a blade flowing with dark red embers, floated silently in front of Huo Yuhao's outstretched hand.
The sword tip silently pointed at the white behemoth in the center of the well, caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Why?" Herzog couldn't believe it.
Why did the Word of Power fail? Why is this guy able to control the elements so easily?
The newly born White King is still completely unaware of its own power. The fact that it can use the high-level Word of Power, Junyan, which it could not reach before, shows that it has a strong ability to adapt.
Looking at the other person's twisted expression, a mixture of shock, confusion, and resentment, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but laugh speechlessly: "You, a researcher, do you really understand what a battle between kings is?"
"You don't actually think gang fights are real combat, do you? Even if you used to be a gang leader, you don't seem to have done much fighting, do you?"
Huo Yuhao's eyes suddenly sharpened. He gripped the nameless longsword, adjusted his posture slightly, and a black sword light swiftly sliced through the air in the well filled with high-temperature steam, slashing straight at the head of the White King, who was still trying to understand the current situation.
The white king's pupils contracted sharply; the deadly warning signal prompted its survival instincts to react rapidly.
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