The car roared closer, and Caesar could see the group of people chasing from behind.

They all had identical faces, long knives in their hands, so pale as if the never-ending rainstorm had bleached their complexions, and they could not see the whites of their eyes, and their pure black eyes were glistening with hideous gold at the bottoms, and their long hair was scattered from the rainstorm, and their bodies were full of crimson nails and stomachs, and their foreheads were tied with rotten strips of white cloth.

Caesar's face changed, and he recognized the nails on these guys.

It was the real Akabi armor, the leather armor of the elite cavalry of the Takeda family during the Warring States period of Japan.

Nowadays, even in museums, you can't see a complete set of red armor, and wearing these things is the same as wearing antiques.

And on those strips of cloth are phoenixes, spiders, horse heads, and yakshas......

The insignia of the Eight Snake Families are almost all gathered.

"It's so real and magnificent......" Caesar sighed. He kind of understood where he was now.

This Nibelungen is probably the necropolis of the Eight Snake Families, where the ancestors of the bloodline out of control roam this twisted space, living like the walking dead by alchemy.

When it comes to carrying weapons, everyone has their own preferences.

Some people like to carry two guns with them, and the rest of the space is used for magazines and bullets to prevent lack of firepower.

Some people like to carry a few more guns, so that they can be used quickly and save the gap between changing magazines.

There is no doubt that Caesar was the latter.

With the Scythe in possession, all he has to think about is how to kill faster and every bullet he fires reaches his designated location.

He doesn't waste a single bullet, so there's no need to increase his firepower.

But now it seems that this idea is still naïve.

Caesar held two Burettas in each of his hands, and two desert eagles in his waist, and the total number of bullets for the four guns would not exceed 50.

On the other side, there is the Red Reserve Cavalry who can't see the edge at a glance, the real Red Reserve Cavalry, or the Red Reserve Cavalry who can ride a motorcycle.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

In an instant, the arm was half extended, and the snake wrapped around Fingal's neck.

Fingal didn't bother to push it out, slashing the cavalryman in quick succession with several long knives, which Fingal used as a shield.

The cavalryman's arm around Fingal could not be tightened at all, for it was not wrapped around a flesh-and-blood neck at all, but a hard copper pillar.

Fingal knocked off its left arm.

The cavalry had no hands to attack, but its pale face cracked, spurting inky blood, bronzed bones, and skeletons baring dagger-like teeth to tear Fingal's throat.

There was no delay between the movements, and the walking dead felt no pain, no pity for their arms, and only one thought lingered in their minds.

Slaughter.

They are alchemical weapons driven by the will to kill.

Fingal didn't care at all, he resisted the cavalry's bite, and the cabaric sound of grinding iron sounded when the fangs touched the skin, and sparks actually came out of Fingal's neck.

Fingal casually broke the cavalryman's fangs and threw it out like garbage with his backhand.

The other cavalrymen did not think of rescuing the companion at all, and they swung their swords to cut the horseman's body open.

As an alchemical weapon, this cavalry has been mutilated to the point of being unusable, then it is useless, and no one will cherish useless things in this twisted world.

The stump was pierced by four or five long knives at the same time, and it was only then that the cavalry noticed that the stump was covered with a thin layer of gray sand.

What is it?

Their limited intellect was completely inadequate to understand what was going on, and they just had a beastly premonition that they had made the wrong choice.

"Peng!"

A shot rang out, and Caesar in the distance hit the half of the body accurately, and then a huge fireball illuminated the end of the long bridge, and the fire wind blew away the red cavalry standing on the edge of the broken bridge.

Fingal sprinkled the explosives on the Red Reserve Cavalry with the newly developed explosives of the Equipment Department, and how powerful they were...... It can only be said that before they came to Japan, the cafeteria of the academy that could accommodate the majority of students had been relocated.

A massive amount of heat was released in an instant, stripping away the fragile skin and muscles of the Red Cavalry, and the bronzed skeletons writhed in the flames as if the evil spirits were writhing in the sulphur springs of hell.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The tall figure ran out of the flames, and the bronze giant bear had now turned into a black charcoal bear, and the clothes on his whole body had been burned to the ground, and only a bitter tea was still being protected by him.

"Boss, you did it on purpose! You detonate it before I get out? You're murder!" Fingal was indignant.

"I can't die," Caesar casually pulled the two sand eagles back into his waist, then picked up the other two Burretas from the ground and put them in his arms, "This is a choice I made based on my judgment of your strength."

"Then I really thank you for your trust!"

"You're welcome."

——

Genji Heavy Industries.

Gen Zhisheng slowly paced into the hall.

There was silence in the hall, and both the front desk and security personnel had vanished.

But it was clear that ten minutes ago, when Eri took the driver to take the elevator upstairs from here, he also heard the greetings from the security guard and the front desk.

Didn't get pulled in?

So, although the door is opened, it is not completely opened, and only certain people will enter, or rather, only a certain level of bloodline can enter.

Yuan Zhisheng made such a speculation.

But......

"I should have arranged it somewhat......

Yuan Zhisheng stood in front of an elevator.

To get to the "non-existent floor" where Eri is located, you need to take this special elevator, which is the fastest way.

He didn't believe that there was no defense here.

Irrespective of

Whether it's to stall for time or something, there should be something guarding here, such as ...... Deadpool.

He knew his Herzog too well, to be precise, he knew Tachibana Masamune too well.

Tachibana Masamune is a very steady person, and he thinks twice about everything he does, just like playing chess, four or five steps in advance.

It's true that Deadpools aren't sane, but Herzog doesn't necessarily have no means of controlling them—as in Shikatori.

The elevator slowly opened under the gaze of Yuan Zhisheng.

There's nothing in it.

Yuan Zhisheng carried a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, and entered the elevator.

This special elevator can only reach the floor where Eri is located, so there is no button to select the floor.

The elevator closes and slowly ascends.

But Yuan Zhisheng felt that something was slowly descending.

"Babbling ......"

What's there......

Here it comes!

"Sting-"

The cover above the elevator was pierced by black claws, and then the claws continued to rush towards Gen Zhisheng's head.

Gen Zhisheng stabbed out, and the silver light pierced through the black claws, then through the alloy steel plate, and finally stabbed with a thud, piercing something like a balloon.

Then blood flowed down the blade, and black blood was smeared on the cover of the elevator like ink.

Gen Zhisheng retracted the spider cut, and it turned out that the Japanese sword forged with alchemy technology was still much sharper than the claws of Deadpool.

killed the attacker, but Yuan Zhisheng's spirit did not relax at all, but tightened even more.

Because he felt the fall.

The weightlessness suddenly came, the elevator fell uncontrollably, the brake pads rubbed against the tracks, the metal screamed, and sparks lit up the elevator shaft.

The freight elevator smashes to the ground with a perfect G-acceleration!

When he stabbed the knife just now, he clearly avoided the steel cable in the elevator shaft, but now the steel cable was still destroyed.

Was Deadpool doing it? Does Deadpool have this kind of brain?

It's too late to think.

Because it's almost the end!

The crisp sound of popping beans sounded from Yuan Zhisheng's fingers.

It is the sound of bones writhing, which is usually produced by the collision of bones in the knuckles when the fingers are broken.

Then the crisp sound spread upward, and gradually the bones in the body began to collide, and there was a popping sound from the arms to the soles of the feet, as if firecrackers were installed in the body.

Power flowed from every muscle and every bone.

The human body cannot make such a sound, and his skeletal structure is different from that of a normal human.

The sound is a grand tune, a piece played by bones, which makes a sound with every collision, a sound of authority and power.

His bones moved slightly during the impact, and the gaps in the structure of the human skeleton disappeared.

The non-human bones and muscles are more closely connected and more powerful, the body is getting closer and closer to the dragons, and the strength has skyrocketed, and now he is simply the Monkey King after transforming into a Super Saiyan, and he can beat his previous self.

Everyone has their own heritage, the secret art of the European half-breed is violent blood, the secret technique of the Eastern half-breed is to turn into a dragon, and the Japanese half-breed as a white king bloodline, naturally has its own secret technique.

Keel state.

By adjusting the bones of his whole body, the connection between the bones is tighter, and he is closer to the dragons, so as to burst out with a power that is basically equivalent to that of a pure-blood dragon.

"Winter!"

With a dull crashing sound, Yuan Zhisheng and the elevator fell to the ground together, but fortunately, he was in a keel state, so he didn't receive any injuries.

Genzhi let out a breath and kicked open the elevator door.

Seeing the scene outside, Yuan Zhi was numb.

He actually fell directly to the bottom of Genji Heavy Industries.

"Is that also in his calculations?"

Yuan Zhisheng walked out of the elevator,

Pull the light rod from your trench coat, bend it a few times, and lift it up.

The orange light illuminated the layers of scales, and Deadpool was crawling all around him!

This whole floor is Deadpool!

They flick their long tails and wave their misshapen claws, somewhere between apes, snakes, and spiders.

It is impossible to count the number, maybe tens or hundreds.

It is clear that this is a trap laid out in advance.

The Deadpool in the elevator shaft, the breaking of the steel cable, and the whole floor full of Deadpools were all prepared by that Herzog for Yuan Zhisheng.

"You really look up to me."

The Deadpools in front of him are all serpentine, and it is obvious that they are all induced to be aberration.

Dragon's blood is characterized by its ability to activate genes to a large extent, resulting in uncontrollable aberrations such as body aberrations, bone aberrations, and blood aberrations.

These Deadpools are all serpentine distortions, they originally had two legs, and in the process of distortion, the legs merged into a tail, which became their current form.

However, the aberration is uncontrollable, dragon's blood is the catalyst for disordered evolution, originally Deadpool was supposed to evolve various forms, but these Deadpools almost all produced serpentine aberrations, which can only be guided by genetic technology.

Serpentine aberration is one of the most high-ranking and rare aberrations among all kinds of aberrations, second only to dragon-shaped aberrations.

Somebody made these things and put them in this building.

It was a premeditated sniping.

What's more...... Guiding the dragon to do such a thing, it's hard not to make Gen Zhisheng think of Eri Yi, who has the same experience.

If Gu Bei hadn't appeared, would Eri Yi have become like this?

The King's golden eyes were dazzling, and the pressure of tens and hundreds of times heavier fell from the sky, pressing all Deadpool into the ground.

This time the throne descended on a tyrant's wrath, and the bones of Deadpool were deformed and shattered in an instant, kneaded and torn by the twisted gravity, and pressed into the asphalt.

The ground was also sinking, everything was shaking throughout the street, huge cracks pierced through the foundations of Genji Heavy Industries, underground water pipes burst, and water jets rose into the sky.

Gen Zhisheng walked between the columns of water, harvesting one Deadpool after another with a light stroke.