Lin Nian had read about 'Deadpool' in the library, and his 'S' class permission could borrow almost all the materials, and his mentor von Manstein had mentioned the existence of the 'Deadpool' species, and he was interested in consulting related materials.

The archives in the library's high-crisis section record many cases related to 'Deadpool', most of which are caused by the rampage of the half-blood bloodline, and Deadpool's fate is to wander away from the ghosts on the road to chase the mirage, they are constantly running towards the ultimate power, and the flesh and soul are gradually peeling off from the body, and finally only a dark and invisible shadow remains.

The end point that every Deadpool doesn't reach is those perfect, ultimate creatures, and the farther they go, the more their form converges with their dreams, and even if it's limited to their form, they can display extraordinary powers.

The next evolution of Deadpool, Deadpool in the form of a dragon.

Lin Nian was keenly aware that Helena had not fallen to that point, and even this girl had not even crossed the boundary of Deadpool, but now she had features that only dragon-shaped Deadpool could have-bone face and white wings.

He can only attribute all this to the effect of the Immovable Imperial Order, it is very likely that unconsciously Helena spied on the ultimate beauty at the end of the bloodline, and used the spirit of words to forcibly assimilate herself into the past, which is obviously beyond the scope of the Immovable Imperial Order, it can strengthen the user's body, and even turn a thin woman into a giant, but it can never turn people into monsters.

If you force yourself to do this, the only end is that you will never be able to go back to the way you were.

The bone wings completely burst out from Helena's back, and the blooming blood spring rain moistened the white earth, and the blood on the walls on both sides of the corridor vibrated like butterfly wings, and a huge black shadow dragged in front of her, and she completed her incomplete evolution.

Looking at this cruel and beautiful scene, Lin Nian unreasonably remembered that there was a quote on the file that recorded the relevant information about Deadpool, which was left by the elders of the former secret party, quoting the words of the "Tahiriya Tales".

- She turned to the devil for help, because she knew that no god would do that, and they would not understand what it meant to be small.

Half-bloods sell their souls to the devil in exchange for the power to roar the world, at the cost of their sanity, their lives, and instead they get the only and last chance to control their own destiny.

In the devil's dictionary, 'fate' and 'price' are the same word.

[We respect those who dare to pay the price to change their fate, they are more worthy of happiness than those who only pray all day long, hoping for charity from others...]

At the moment when the evolution is complete, the girl finally takes the final step towards Deadpool's door.

“... But they do not deserve our sympathy, the lost lamb does not fit into this wild, chaotic world, and humanity should know what choice they have made and pay for it. Lin Nian silently recited the closing words of the file in his heart.

In an instant, starting from the third order, the speed increased by 8 times.

This battle will end quickly.

Lin Nian sprinted and jumped, and the whole person disappeared into the darkness.

Helena shook her wings and rolled up the wind to meet the entire corridor she faced, the flesh and bone bulges under the scales and shot bloody scale armor bullets that covered all the sight, even in this form, she couldn't catch the traces of Lin Nian's movements, the only thing she could do was to carry out a saturation attack, pouring down the rain that could not be avoided to force Lin Nian to reveal his body.

Sure enough, several brilliant and colorful sparks burst out in mid-air, it was the golden and iron clash of the short knife flicking off the scales, Helena caught the faint flickering shadow, roared out of the corpse mountain and blood Haitian roared and rushed towards him!

But she threw herself into the air, and the white wings scraped deep furrows on the walls on both sides, and she surged and enthusiastically embraced the black shadow, and finally hugged herself only in her arms, and the corridor collapsed and mutilated like a barrage of bullets, and she fell to the ground, blood burst out from her throat, shoulders, and face at the same time

Piercing the throat, piercing the robe, and slashing the Buddha's face, the three fatal slashes acted on her body at the same moment, Lin Nian's short knife was broken and broken, and the black blood kept eroding the blade of the knife.

He did not go to the blood, because his offensive was not over, and the enemy had not yet fallen.

In an instant, it climbed from the third order to the fourth order, with a 12-fold speed increase.

The moment he entered the fourth order, Lin Nian felt a familiar feeling of muscle tearing, with his base speed, the increase of 12 times the speed had reached a terrifying realm, and the world was tantamount to falling into a state of stagnation in his eyes, as if even the greatest thought in the world should be flying more lazy and lazy in front of him.

He came to the girl, and even had time to admire this beauty that combined violence and elegance, and at this moment he finally understood why Hilbert Jean Angers was called the 'strongest half-breed' by the secret party, the old man's time zero attainment was undoubtedly much higher than that of him now, and this kind of power that controlled life and death within a stone's throw was hegemony and supreme.

Three moon rings lit up in the corridor, one arm flew up and fell to the ground, and a girl with a face lost her right arm again, which was absolutely violently crushed, her body was cracked like a flower blooming, and each wound was deep to the bone.

She fluttered and waved her arms indiscriminately, but she was just playing with the air, and she had all the strength but not the slightest bit of it.

It was a massacre, and her torturers sentenced her to a thousand cuts.

Blood trickled down the corridors into winding ravines, dust, white mist, and dancing monsters in a brutal and grotesque painting.

At the moment when the painting reached its peak, and even froze, the short knife stabbed into the girl's heart, and the tip of the knife hit the hard bone, which was the bone cage that protected the last line of defense, and the weak beating heart hid behind the frightened boy who peered through the crack outside.

Helena's heart was shocked, and she retreated in rage, white wings scraping white ash and stone chips from the walls and splattering them in all directions, and the broken short knife on her chest was like a deadly black scythe of death once, twice, three times... Countless stabbing blows hit her bonnet that protects her heart!

Helena attacked the assailant in the chest, missed, and the next moment the short knife hit the heart cage, she screamed and attacked again, missed, and the short knife hit the heart bone cage several times, and so on and so on like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The black-haired boy indifferently delivered 'death' to her inch by inch, whether she refused or not, frightened or not, each stab hit the same point, and the crack in the bone cage continued to expand to the limit!

Eventually, the bone cage shattered under the persistent stab of the short knife, and at the same time, the short knife also broke into pieces and plunged into the soft heart exposed to the air!

At this moment, Helena turned around and fell to the ground with her hands on her chest in a dazed and frightened way, the huge white wings stirred the four walls of the corridor and made everything chaotic, and Lin Nian also took a few steps back to avoid this meat grinder-like scene.

Then he saw that the girl on the ground was like a bird with broken wings, falling to the ground and screaming in pain, crawling forward with her back to her abuser, trembling and growling.

She's on the run.

The dragon-like appearance created by the Immovable Imperial Order had always been an illusion, she couldn't keep up with the nightmarish speed of the attack, the illusion of the behemoth had finally been peeled off, her mind had been crippled long before she tried to evolve, and the constant fighting had diluted that part of humanity to the point of being inaudible, and now she had only the most instinctive desire left in her mind - to survive.

Lin Nian watched the girl on the ground scream and crawl towards the depths of the corridor, following step by step unhurriedly, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly in the darkness, he seemed to be waiting, following the lingering enemy to speculate whether the other party was tricking him into revealing his flaws.

Cold, ruthless, and extremely cautious.

As the girl crawled to the end of the hallway, he had seen enough, and stepped on the bloody back, writhing and howling like a dying animal.

She was scared.

It seems that the final Deadpool transformation did not completely eliminate the residual human consciousness, showing the fear of death, which means that she still has a trace of humanity.

Lin Nian stepped on her back and didn't make a move, not mercilessly, but waiting.

In the case of heart damage, the high-load spirit of the Immovable Imperial Order cannot last long, and the moment when the user is overwhelmed and releases the spirit of speech, it is the best moment for him to start.

It's been a long procrastination battle.

Outside the window at the end of the corridor, the moonlight illuminated the darkness, and Lin Nian silently watched as the signs of high dragonization gradually faded on the girl's body at his feet, the scales peeled off, the bone wings lost their vitality and hung down on both sides, and the facial bones broke off to reveal the beautiful face below.

After losing the blessing of words, the girl revealed her original face, and the identity she had once abandoned was now revealed in the moonlight.

Lin Nian's gaze met her eyes.

It was a pair of ocean-blue eyes, reflecting the moonlight and stars outside the window, but there was no shadow of Lin Nian.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but her throat had already been pierced by Lin Nian in the previous battle, and her vocal cords were so broken that she could only hiss.

"business_is_business, this is my mission." Lin said in a young voice.

He didn't have a dagger left for his final farewell, but he remembered that he had brought something else, a gift from a friend.

He pulled out a Glock from behind his back, and inside it was loaded with a send-off bullet.

The girl lay at the end of the hallway and looked at the muzzle of the boy's gun raised in the moonlight, as she seemed to fall into a strange peace.

It's hard to imagine that she'll be able to regain her sanity despite the heavy erosion of dragon blood, and it's likely that this will be the last time she'll be living in this world as a human.

From the girl's eyes, Lin Nian could see that she did not regret stepping into this ending.

A Kansas girl is willing to sell her soul to a demon in exchange for a quarter of an hour's power. Use it to mix the blood of those who were once sinful and be devoured by hell. Let eternal fear hang over those who have lost their hearts all day long, and let those who are born in suffering without liberation see the light of day.

It's just that at the last moment when the demon devours her, she wants her throat to be pierced by a brave man with a sword in hand.

And himself, only lying on the ground, set off his bravery and fearlessness.

She hopes that he is kind, resolute, only righteous in his heart, without soft places, strong, with an angelic light.

She bears both the crime and the punishment, and the good and the reward are ruled by him.

Lin Nian suddenly wanted to say something to say goodbye to this girl, even though they only had a one-day friendship.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of the perfect farewell.

Before pulling the trigger, he carefully examined the girl's cracked face in the moonlight and said softly:

"Isn't that pretty, too?"

The sound of gunfire echoed through the hallways, lingering.