About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

"Instead of saying 'alive', it should be 'still not dead'."

The man's voice was deeper and hoarse than before. He pushed away the gravel and metal fragments that fell from his body, leaned against the wall and slowly got up and looked at Orson.

"Why would you... wait, what is that—!?"

Texas' pupils constricted instantly, and she showed an expression of disbelief.

The man noticed that his elegant suit and windbreaker had several wounds in the explosion just now, and his 'skin' could be easily seen from those incomplete parts.

"Huh? It seems that you have seen it, so there is no need to continue bluffing."

tear-

The 'Godfather' tore off the windbreaker, suit, and shirt, revealing his body.

However, that is not the skin that humans should have at all.

"Hey, hey, hey... what is this? Am I dazzled?"

Laplande's forehead was also dripping with cold sweat, and the White Wolf confirmed with Orson and Texas that what he saw was true in a joking but somewhat trembling tone.

Beneath the stripped garments of 'The Godfather', they saw his skin—or rather it wasn't skin at all.

Countless bright red wounds covered the godfather's body, and all that could be seen was a blurred mass of flesh and blood.The wounds that covered every part of the opponent's body, no matter whether it was Orson, Laplande, or Texas, it was impossible to imagine what kind of attack left them.

If you had to describe it, it would be more like the scars left by being eaten by ant colonies from the inside out, and then being poured from head to toe by molten hot liquid metal.

Such a shocking wound was abruptly 'fixed' on the man's body.

And on top of the wounds that couldn't be understood how they were caused and how long they lasted, the two wounds pierced by sharp weapons seemed more conspicuous. Judging from the angle, it should be the attack of the two wolves just now.

Even so, the two wounds have become stagnant at this time, and even the blood no longer gushes out.

The only thing everyone can be sure of is that such an injury is fatal for anyone, and there is no existence in the world of Terra that can lose every part of the body without dying.

"Does it feel strange? I think you are the heretic who can invalidate the Originium skill. Thanks to you, this body has reached the end in this way."

The man who was once known as the 'Godfather' smiled, and then sat on the ruins beside him. Although he did not have the suffocating killing intent of the previous confrontation, he still had a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

"You...what the hell is going on here!?"

Laplande couldn't bear the confusion in his heart, took a step forward and asked loudly what kind of monster the man in front of him was.

"Funny expression, puppy."

Blood gushed out from the corner of the man's mouth, and Orson also noticed that his exposed but fixed wounds were also 'flowing' at a slow speed at this moment.

This man may have lost the ability to fight again, and the only reason he is still here at this moment is probably to wait for his own end.

"You guessed it right, my origin stone skill is [Fix], and the fixed location was originally within a 5m radius of myself, but as you can see, because I used most of my abilities on "Fixed Wounds", So now it can still control a fixed area, which is only about the size of a one-handed shield."

"You mean, you have been fixing the wounds on your body in this way to prevent death...?"

Incredible inquiry from Texas.

"That's right, the wolf in Texas. I have maintained this posture for more than 170 years. Although every minute at the beginning seemed like endless torture, but now the sting is that I am still alive A way of proving."

"……This is impossible."

Texas shook her head. She didn't believe what the man said, which sounded unacceptable both rationally and emotionally.

"170 years... who the hell are you?"

Laplande continued to question the man.

"There are many names. If you look for the root, I am the leader of [Fenrir Family]."

The man thought for a few seconds, and finally chose a title.

"Fenrir—no, that family was completely wiped out a long time ago."

Texas refuted the man's remarks, while Orson, who was not from Syracuse, was a little confused, completely unaware of the progress and content of the current conversation.

"The Fenrir family is the original family of Syracuse. It is said that this family ruled almost the entire Syracuse at an extremely fast speed. But after a certain day, all the high-level members of the family disappeared in an instant. The name Fenrir The number also declined. The members of the original family also dispersed, and gradually formed dozens of gang families today."

Because he noticed that Orson seemed to be completely out of the situation, Laplande helped to explain a little bit.

"Disappear, ah. That's right, at that time we thought we were strong enough to compete with this land."

The man glanced at his gradually disintegrating body and smiled wryly.

"At first, someone showed signs of unknown Originium biological activity on the family territory, and we dispatched a group of scouting messengers. When those messengers still hadn't contacted after a week, we dispatched the cadres of the family. And the cadres also disappeared. When there is no sound - there is no need to continue to investigate, because 'that thing' found us on its own initiative."

"That thing?"

"The god who was sleeping in this continent."

"—!"

The word "God" entered Orson's ears again. Orson knew this word very well, and he had heard it from the mouth of "Doctor".

Doctor, the lunatic in front of him who has lived for hundreds of years, they all mentioned one thing - the god is waking up.

"You may not know what it is, in simple terms - it is an existence that cannot be disobeyed."

There wasn't any hint of joking or sarcasm in the man's tone.

"It's ridiculous that we claim to be the rulers of Syracuse, but we never noticed the existence of that thing. These sleeping gods have only one purpose, to kill all the people living in Terra now."

The godfather's voice became deeper and deeper, and even a person with no medical knowledge would be able to tell that the other party's body was already on the verge of collapse.

"The family was melted in an instant, and the power of 'that thing' itself cannot be measured by common sense. Lai with half an army, or Lei who can crush a house with her Originium skill—everyone, everyone survived in front of that thing for less than a minute, and at least 1 seconds of it were all suffering from being able to crush a house. The burning of the nerves of the brain."

"In the end, I'm the only one who survived until now because I used the Originium technique to fix my injuries—that thing is still dormant in Syracuse... No, 'those' things are still dormant in every corner of the earth, I want to The only thing to do is to unite all forces and actually kill it."

Tick, tick, snap--

The man's words were transmitted to everyone's ears along with the sound of liquid and something more viscous dripping.

The wound that had been immobilized for a hundred years could no longer maintain its original shape. These minced meat that should have been separated from the body finally got rid of the shackles, and all this was because of that insignificant [curtain call].

Orson's expression was a little subtle. From a personal point of view, the man in front of him with half a foot in the coffin had no reason to save his life.

He really had the intention to kill the important people around Orson, and even almost succeeded several times.

However, from a more macroscopic point of view, everything he does is a necessary step to kill the "god" for the continuation of the homeland he lives in.

"Even so... why is it a dragon gate, why do you want to destroy the connector?"

Orson refused to continue thinking about this unanswered question. The death of the man was already a certainty. Now the final question was, why did he do this to this extent in Longmen?

"Yan Kingdom proves that the gods are not invincible. Longmen has the ability to face the gods of the past. The premise is—abandon those meaningless 'weakness', that is, the infected. The infected will only—"

"This city is not so weak that you need to decide it, old man."

Orson forcefully interrupted the man.

"Hehe...then how are you going to act, young man? You are the reason for my failure, but you are still so naive—to fight against the gods, sacrifice is inevitable, and all you can decide is the quantity, that's all .”

"..."

The man's question made Orson hesitate for a moment, but his hesitation did not last long.

Laplande and Texas held Orson's two arms respectively, and the blazing heat from the two made Orson determine his next firm path.

"No one will sacrifice. What I have not been able to do in the past, I will complete for you to see. This is the path I have chosen."

At first it was to stop Tallulah's 'collapse', and then it became to inherit the 'doctor's will'.

Now, there are so many trusted partners around me unknowingly, and I can no longer use other people as my imported dreams.

[I] want to protect them, if the threat is the 'inner guard', then defeat the inner guard, if the threat is the 'commercial association', then destroy the association.

If the threat is a 'god', then kill the god.

"I have people I need to protect, and I will never go down the same path as you."

"Yes, then take this natural disaster as an exercise and let me see if you can really—"

The man's words were not finished, but the muscles attached to his vocal cords had fallen off.

This man who forced himself to live for a hundred years in order to avenge his past family finally turned into a puddle of unrecognizable flesh and blood.

"This guy... If I had known earlier, I would have made another cut. It's really uncomfortable now."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Laplande clicked his tongue and complained.

"What do we do next, Orson?"

Texas has closed its eyes, the curse of the past has disappeared, and what needs to be done now is to fight for the future of this city.

"Go ahead, we must contact Officer Chen, and the most important thing is to confirm the location of Chief Wei Yanwu, follow me—huh?"

Boom! !

Orson was about to lead the two wolves out of the underground passage, but just as he took a step forward, the floor suddenly stood up.

No... Didn't the floor stand up, but did he suddenly fall down?

"Orson!?"

"I'm fine... I just slipped and fell, let's go, there is no way to use the phone here."

Orson quickly got up before Texas Lapland doubted himself, and continued to walk in the hidden passage.

"Olson, you..."

"Believe me, and the origin stone dust in this place will not dissipate due to the explosion just now, so hurry up and leave before the filter cotton of the gas mask fails."

Orson said with a determined face that it was all right, and the two wolves could only ignore it again.

——Is it because you have been exposed to this environment for too long, or is it because you used too much wide-area detection to get rid of the Sicilian Gang?

——Anyway... the action has not been affected yet, even if you want to rest, you must not choose this time.I want to prove to that guy that not every struggle has to be accompanied by sacrifice...!

Ao Sen thought silently in his heart, and then the three of them finally arrived at No. 16 Longmen District, which is connected to the heavy chemical industry.

"Ahem! This thing is really suffocating!"

After leaving the exit, Laplande took off the gas mask on his head and threw it aside.

On the other side, Orson took out his phone without stopping.

"We're out, hurry up and contact—"

Didi!Didi!Didi!Didi!

Before Ao Sen could unlock the screen to contact Chen Huijie, his mobile phone seemed to be full, and a lot of missed calls and unread text messages popped up in one breath.