The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 474 Cultivation, Tempering, Crazy Bomb (4k)

At some point, a dose of precious ancient dragon serum suddenly appeared in Dr. Wesker's hand. It was shining with a faint blue light in the transparent test tube and was then injected into the shriveled baby's body, as if it had reawakened its vitality.

However, the blood that continuously flowed through the catheter into the veins of the "former assistant" or "experimental subject" through sophisticated blood exchange equipment revealed the fact that it was merely being "utilized" to filter and purify the toxicity of the dragon's blood.

In his other hand, Dr. Wesker tightly grasped a syringe filled with his own blood. He expressionlessly stabbed the needle into the heart of the experimental subject and slowly injected his own blood into it, merging it with the heart of the experimental subject.

Then, he picked up a sharp scalpel and skillfully made several small holes in the subject's spine. Each hole precisely corresponded to a key nerve node.

With a low mechanical start-up sound, the nutrient delivery tube was connected accurately. The experimental subject was slowly sunk into the giant culture chamber deep underground. There was a layer of light blue dragon fetal serum, which was slightly golden, as if it contained endless life force.

The automatic mechanical arm began to work, pouring the large number of embryos that were originally cultivated here into the serum culture medium. A complex and mysterious alchemical matrix began to operate, decomposing and restoring the embryos. The thick red blood slowly flowed in the suspension, forming a complex tree-like pattern.

The skin and muscles of the experimental subject began to decompose, but they were not destroyed, but reorganized. Under the effect of the alchemical matrix, the experimental subject rapidly proliferated and grew. Membranous flesh and filamentous blood vessels spread everywhere, and they built a brand new life framework in the body of the experimental subject.

The small holes on the spine cut by the scalpel began to ooze a light golden liquid, which formed a complex neural network around the spine wherever it flowed, like golden rivers flowing under the skin, gradually becoming tougher and thicker.

His chest began to bulge, his ribs turned outward, and his originally flat chest slowly swelled up like a balloon. As his chest expanded, a dark green heart gradually took shape, and every beat was full of power.

The originally slender arms and legs quickly became thick and strong, with muscles and tendons bulging under the skin, forming tough lines; the huge molten gold skeleton protruded from it, forming a solid and huge frame.

Pale bone spurs pierced his hard skin, and most of his body was covered with scales. Thorn-like teeth spit out a forked tongue. Both sides of the spine began to bulge slightly, like underground roots looking for nutrients, and gradually extended into two powerful dragon wings.

This is the supreme miracle of the evolution from human to dragon. Every cell division and every tissue reorganization far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people, allowing the experimental subject to continuously evolve from the initial human form and gradually grow into the form of a giant dragon.

Finally, at some unknown moment, the eyes of the experimental subject suddenly opened, with gorgeous golden color rippling in his pupils, and his body integrated the entire alchemical matrix into his body. He gradually stood up, taking each step firmly and powerfully.

Why are the dragons controlled by the Knights Templar easier to tame? It is because these dragons were originally the companions or subordinates of the knights. Their spiritual will cannot be compared with that of naturally born dragons, and they are bound by blood pacts.

"Without the bloodline purification of the Holy Grail, it is becoming increasingly difficult to train qualified dragon trainers... After such a long period of resource preparation, we had to merge them in advance, and we could only get a semi-finished product. The other research was almost ruined."

Watching the giant dragon's body slowly forming through the observation hole, Dr. Wesker sighed and muttered to himself, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke his face, which condensed into an ancient silver mask by itself, creating a spiritual resonance with the newborn dragon.

There were red-gold flames flowing in his eyes, and he hummed in the language of dragons, summoning the ancient covenant recorded in the Book of Revelation: "I saw the Lamb open the first of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures say with a voice like thunder, 'Come!' And I watched..."

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At the same time, looking at Finkel who was breathing heavily after the release of the Word Spirit, Zhao Qing was also thinking about the experiment of transforming the human body. When he raised his head slightly, he was met with the other party's admiring gaze.

"Boss, you are so strong? You are so good at hiding yourself!"

Finkel replaced his weapons with two large swords, and sat on a knight's squire who had fallen unconscious. He said with a hint of surprise, "It looks like this operation will be safe and sound."

"You still have to rely on yourself. Only your own strength can guarantee your survival in a melee."

Zhao Qing nodded and smiled. "Although the Word Spirit Bronze Throne can strengthen the body to the level of a dragon in a short period of time, it will put tremendous pressure on the bones. Therefore, it must be precisely controlled and the duration is also quite limited. Otherwise, there will be a risk of bone fractures or even fractures..."

"That's right." Finkel moved his joints, making crisp "crackling" sounds, and swallowed a few calcium tablets to quickly repair the bones worn out by the battle. "But now is not the time to talk about this. It's more important to clean up the remaining enemies first!"

"So, do you want to improve the strength of your bones first?" Zhao Qing shook his head slightly, with a deep smile: "After a few rounds of tempering, it can at least reach the level of high-quality recycled metal. Both strength and toughness will be qualitatively improved."

"Are you kidding? Temporarily strengthening the external muscles is fine, but how can bones, which are mainly made of minerals, be improved so quickly to the level of a pure-blooded dragon?"

Finkel was stunned. Being strong does not mean that you can improve others as well. However, he thought of the other party's record of easily defeating Han Gao and his suspected ability to use multiple powerful words at will. After hesitating for a moment, he said firmly: "If you can really do it, I am willing to give it a try."

Zhao Qing smiled gently, and her fingertips began to twirl. Crystal clear rays of light overflowed from her fingertips, surrounding Fingel's body like nimble dragons, weaving through and weaving into a mysterious net of light.

Finkel closed his eyes tightly, and the first thing he felt was a warm current flowing through his body, which was a comfort and ease he had never experienced before.

Then, what followed was an indescribable pain. It was an itching sensation coming from deep in the bone marrow, as if countless ants were gnawing at one's bones, or as if one was caught in a storm.

His body was sometimes surrounded by blazing flames, and sometimes attacked by icy cold winds. In these extreme experiences, he heard his bones cracking slightly, and then they were glued together again by a magical force, as if an unprecedented power was quietly growing in his body.

"Ah——" Finkel roared to the sky, his voice full of release and excitement.

He felt as if he had turned into a piece of iron forged in a blast furnace, burning bright red, but not burned. On the contrary, his body became tougher and purer under the baptism of flames, as if the bones and muscles inside could be seen through the skin. This process lasted for a long time, until Zhao Qing flicked his finger, the light gradually disappeared, and Finger stood up again as if reborn. He felt the power in his body rolling, ready to burst out like a flood at any time.

"Let's give it a try." Zhao Qing said with a smile. He was quite satisfied with Fingel's improved strength and his fighting skills in defeating the group of servants.

In terms of physique and strength alone, Finkel should be the strongest hybrid she has ever seen. He is much stronger than Ange and Yuan Zhisheng. I don't know if he benefited from the baptism of dragon blood in the Greenland Ice Sea incident.

Under normal circumstances, his strength is as high as several tons. When he releases the blessing of the spirit of words, his strength can reach the level of tens of tons, which absolutely crushes the knights' servants.

Compared to the glass cannons of most combat-type high-level hybrids, the Bronze Throne is capable of both offense and defense and has no major weaknesses. As long as the shortcomings in the skeleton are made up, it will almost be like a humanoid dragon and can adapt to all aspects of combat needs.

The strengthening method she used on Fingel this time was naturally not the genetic modification that she had just seen, but the application of the cultivation system of the Sword Dynasty world. She injected a part of the "life energy" into the deep bones of the opponent, and initially refined it into a part of the "life object", sublimating it into a stronger material.

Compared with actually refining a natal sword, the amount consumed this time is not that large, less than one percent of the former, but it can increase Finkel's comprehensive combat power several times and attract a rare elite, which is undoubtedly a big profit.

"I heard that after an incident, you neglected your training for a long time because you were sad about the death of your companions." Zhao Qing encouraged him, "But if you want to take revenge on the so-called 'crown prince', the resurrected ancient dragon, and the school board that was eager for quick success, you must cheer up..."

"You should have read the training method in the email I sent to Ange! Only with the perseverance and determination of a 'superman', and by discovering one's own potential, can one protect everything one has in the new era when countless people are madly fighting for the throne and the world will be turned upside down."

"I see... I have passed the test!" Finkel nodded. As expected, as the "Flame Dragon Slayer", he would shine like gold wherever he went.
He inserted his two swords diagonally into the ground and clenched his fists. He felt that his bones had completely transformed. He no longer needed the heavy sniper's armor-piercing shells to clear the way. Instead, he directly punched out. With a loud "bang", a huge hole collapsed under his fist.

Through this big hole, you can just see a few skinny men with no weapons and empty eyes in the space below. They just walked around the corner and heard the explosion above their heads. They raised their numb faces and heard a very slight ticking sound in their heads.

Seeing this strange scene, Finkel, who was about to jump down to find a new team of knights and attendants to fight and show off his skills, suddenly had a bad premonition: "How could there be such a weak enemy? Could this be the legendary tactic of 'showing weakness to the enemy'?"

This thought flashed through his mind, but he felt something was wrong. However, he had just taken two steps back when five dazzling rays of light burst out from the bodies of those men, accompanied by violent explosions. The entire seventh and eighth floors underground were shaking.

This is the terrifying power of the HMTD-alchemical mercury bomb. The scorching shock wave swept across the surroundings in an instant, like a violent hurricane, compressing the air to almost solidification, and then released violently like a wild horse running away, making a earth-shaking roar.

At the center of the explosion, five huge fireballs rose up, the flames were as bright as day, illuminating all the darkness around them, and their power even surpassed the previous cloud-explosion rockets. Inside the fireballs, the flames rolled wildly, hissing and roaring, while releasing rolling heat waves and a pungent sulfur smell, suffocating people.

Beyond the fireball was a deadly cloud of mercury vapor and debris. These fragments were thrown into the air by the huge force of the explosion, like dense steel needles, forming an impenetrable "rain of death" that poured down mercilessly.

The shock wave produced by the explosion was like an invisible giant hand, pushing the surrounding objects away. Finkel, who had just been strengthened, had no time to be happy and adapt to the new power before he was knocked backwards on the spot.

The walls collapsed in an instant, concrete blocks splashed everywhere; the ground undulated like waves, and cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

Dust, gravel, and debris were instantly swept into the air, forming a chaotic vortex. Fire burned fiercely in the center of the explosion, releasing blazing light and billowing black smoke, enveloping everything around in a sea of ​​fire.

Those brainless people who committed suicide had already turned into ashes and merged with the ruins. The highly corrosive poison that had been injected into their bodies in advance also vaporized and evaporated instantly, causing the concrete and steel bars in the ruins to begin to melt rapidly.

"A 'living dead' with only the brain stem left to sustain basic life activities? After a series of brain experiments, the brain tissue was almost completely removed, and the self-consciousness had long since dissipated...but they still won't let go of even the last tiny piece?"

Zhao Qing seemed to be thinking about something. He stroked his palm again and pushed it downward slowly. He used the highly rotating Qi field to resist the residual power of the shock wave. He saved Finkel who was almost injured by the explosion and blew all kinds of poisonous gas towards the deep underground.

As her mind moved slightly, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sword, which was originally on the edge of the ninth underground floor, suddenly accelerated and shot out from the data room. The sword wind it brought with it crushed the guards at the door into pieces, and then it penetrated several explosion-proof doors in succession and flew towards the central control room.

This was when Zhao Qing finally found the design structure diagram of the entire underground secret base and determined the location of the commander. She thought about it and felt that her purpose of observing the combat power of the mixed-bloods here and the effectiveness of modern weapons had been roughly achieved, and it was time to clear the area.

Arnold thought the situation was stable as he watched the several red dots on the screen suddenly disappear. But after just one or two seconds of silence, he suddenly felt a piercing chill in his limbs, followed by a feeling of lightness as if his body had lost balance.

He looked down in horror, only to see that his limbs were gone, and his body fell to the ground like a severed tree stump, leaving only his head and torso. The Deadpool scale armor he was wearing did not provide any protection at all.
The pain of losing his limbs was like being pierced by thousands of arrows, but strangely, because the incision was instantly frozen, Arnold did not feel the warmth of the blood losing. This cold pain was more unbearable than any bleeding wound.

“Sword Control?” Arnold shouted in fear and despair, but his voice had become weak and powerless. That was because the extremely cold air quickly penetrated his body through the wound and began to freeze his flowing dragon blood: “Stop! Stop! I can provide you with the information you need!”

"There are several W79-0 neutron bombs buried around this damn place, each with an equivalent of 1100 tons... You don't want to trigger a nuclear explosion and perish together with a loser like me, do you?"

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Trevor Waltrip was born in Louisiana on Christmas Eve 2001. He was born with a rare disease, anencephaly, which means he had no brain tissue except for the brain stem, which was filled with cerebrospinal fluid. His brain stem kept him breathing and his heartbeat, but nothing else. Normally, such a baby would not survive to birth, but he lived for 12 years with the help of a tube.