radicalducati Chapter 118 Hammer God Dark Creature Burning Skeleton
Chapter 118 Hammer God Dark Creature Burning Skeleton
Chapter 118 Hammer God Dark Creature Burning Skeleton
Umbrella School Laboratory.
Li En held the Demon King's reagent and slowly turned it between his fingers.
The red and purple liquids left fine streaks on the inner wall of the test tube, and with each inversion, a string of extremely fine bubbles would rise from the depths of the liquid.
Tony Stark stood on the other side of the control panel, his armor removed. The light from the arc-shaped reactor on his chest shone through the cotton fabric of his T-shirt, casting a small circle of pale blue reflection on the walls of the reagent tubes.
Bruce Banner leaned against the incubator, arms crossed, staring at the reagents without saying a word.
Connors, along with Damon, Mindy, Frank Jr., and several boarding students who hadn't gone home that night, had just moved from the temporary dormitories behind the cafeteria into the lab.
The children were placed in the innermost lounge of the laboratory. Mindy pulled Frank to sit next to her, while Damon stood by the door with his shotgun resting against his leg.
Connors returned the three guns to Lee.
Ebony, white ivory, a requiem.
He didn't even have time to test what was so special about those three guns before Li En single-handedly wiped out all the intruders.
The lab table was now covered with werewolf remains and vampire fragments salvaged from the wasteland.
Several petri dishes contained tissue samples that were still slowly wriggling.
Tony stared at the cell activity comparison data that had just finished running on the holographic screen and shook his head: "No, this batch is much stronger than the low-level vampire we caught last time."
"The density of muscle fibers, the speed of self-healing, and the tolerance threshold to silver are all significantly higher, but the level is still not enough."
Banner nodded in agreement.
Connors walked up to Li En, wiped the werewolf tissue fluid off the edge of his glasses with his sleeve, and explained, "Werewolves are slightly better. Judging from their cell division patterns and the underlying structure of their self-healing factors, the werewolf bloodline deteriorates more slowly than that of vampires."
"But if the legend about vampires is true, then that would be troublesome."
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"The so-called progenitor of vampires transforms humans into lower-level vampires through the Embrace. These lower-level vampires then continue to transform, and each transformation dilutes the progenitor's bloodline."
"By the time it reached this batch of intermediate vampires, it was already a low-concentration sample that had been diluted countless times."
"The most original, progenitor-level essence is only preserved in the first generation."
He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the control panel.
"To truly elevate the Dragon Blood Potion to a higher level, we would need to obtain at least a blood sample from the progenitor level."
"The werewolf's fusion is already working, but the improvement isn't significant."
"Even if all existing samples are integrated, it would only be about the size of version 1.3 of the Dragon Blood Potion."
There has been an improvement, but no qualitative change.
Connors knew very well.
More and more monsters and demons are emerging now, including aliens, vampires, werewolves, and hellish demons, and the list keeps growing.
Under these circumstances, the first-generation Dragon's Blood potion was already struggling to keep up with demand.
Even if you incorporate the power of an ordinary werewolf, it will only be a minor improvement.
What truly frustrated him was that, despite possessing the Demon King's Blood, a top-tier material, he couldn't find a vessel capable of withstanding its corrosive effects.
It's like having a whole block of high-purity alloy, but no sturdy enough mold to cast it.
Li En placed the Demon King reagent back on the operating table, his tone calm: "Don't worry, the vampires and werewolves have sent so many people tonight, they're determined to get the blood."
"We've lived in the real world for so many years and have never heard of or encountered real vampires or werewolves, which means that the total number of these dark creatures is actually not that large."
"Tonight's attack has most likely burned through their mid-level and low-level inventory."
"If you beat the young ones, the older ones will naturally come out."
He walked to the opposite side of the lab bench, picked up his coat, and shook off the dust.
"I'll find a place to be alone, lure the rest out, catch them, bring them back, and that'll be it."
Connors nodded repeatedly, tapping his chin unconsciously a few times with his fingers: "The plan is feasible; bait plus harvesting is the most efficient."
Tony leaned against the control panel, tapping his fingers lightly on the edge of the curved reactor: "Those guys knew it was a trap, yet they still jumped in?"
He had never been aroused by the Demon King's reagent and could not understand how strong the driving force of this instinct from the level of life was.
Banner lowered his arm from his chest, walked over to Tony, looked at the vial of reagent, and said with a hint of barely perceptible tension in his voice, "Even I have a strong desire for this stuff, but at the same time, it gives me an even greater sense of crisis."
"My cells are telling me that this thing can make me stronger, but it will also completely devour me from the inside out."
"Even the Hulk has this dual reaction—what about the dark creatures?"
He turned to look out the window; the wreckage on the wasteland had been scattered all over the ground by the night wind.
"If they get the Demon King's reagent, those intermediate vampires and werewolves outside will probably be able to skip the bottleneck on the spot and evolve into vampire demon kings or werewolf demon kings."
"This level of improvement is worth risking your life for."
Even knowing it's a trap, they will still come.
Tony paused for a moment, then shifted his gaze from Banner to Lee.
Li Enzheng stood in front of the experimental table, carefully inserting the ebony and white ivory pieces back into their holsters.
Tony looked at this man, whose physiological indicators were all at the level of a pure human, and a question popped into his mind.
If Lee En loses control, what kind of armor should he build to stop him?
He is now working with Jarvis to design a heavy armor for the Hulk, codenamed Hulkbuster. The framework is in place, and several preliminary simulations have been run.
But he couldn't come up with any feasible solutions for Li En at the moment.
Tony had a clear idea of his own position: he was the last line of defense in this world.
His condition for fighting alongside Banner and Lee is that these two people stand on the side of humanity.
But the defensive line must defend against all directions simultaneously, including those from those standing shoulder to shoulder.
However, this defensive line is currently facing a target that he cannot see through at all.
The overhead speaker blared, Jarvis's voice steady and clear: "Gentlemen, Captain America Steve Rogers has arrived."
"Thank you for your welcome, Jarvis." Steve pushed open the door and walked into the laboratory.
He scanned the people in the room.
Li En stood in front of the lab bench, Tony leaned against the control panel, Banner and Connors each guarded a piece of equipment, and Damon leaned against the doorway of the inner room and nodded in this direction.
"I heard you were under siege, so I came here specifically for this purpose, but the battle is already over."
Li En turned around and got straight to the point: "How's the situation over there?"
What he wants most right now is the Cosmic Cube.
I've already experienced the power of Yamato's spatial manipulation. If I could get the Space Stone, I'd throw both the Rebellion Greatsword and Yamato into the forge.
What came out after that was enough to make his blood tremble slightly just thinking about it.
Before Steve could answer, Tony interrupted, "Where are the others?"
Steve carefully considered his words.
He pronounced Nick Fury's name with the tones reversed in an extremely deliberate yet subtle way.
The tone and rhythm were perfectly controlled, allowing everyone present to simultaneously understand the same fact:
The Director Fury he met at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was a fake, and then he went on to say it.
"Coulson was investigating the location of the Cosmic Cube when he suddenly received a report that something had fallen from the sky in New Mexico, crashing into the desert and creating a large crater."
"He couldn't manage both, so he led the team to investigate first."
"Natasha went to her comrade-in-arms, saying she could confirm the other party's stance."
"Then I heard the report from the station that your school was under siege, so I rushed over. To be honest—" Steve frowned.
"Everything happened at the same time tonight, it's too coincidental."
Tony frowned, and Banner and Connors exchanged a glance, both lost in thought.
S.H.I.E.L.D. is facing internal problems, the school is under siege, and an extraterrestrial object lands in New Mexico.
The time windows of the three events almost overlapped.
This couldn't be a coincidence, but there are still several threads missing to connect them.
Li En suddenly spoke up: "What was that thing that fell down?"
Steve's expression turned somewhat strange, as if he were recalling the satellite photos he had just seen, with that indescribable sense of bewilderment: "It looks like a hammer."
Li En's spirits visibly improved significantly.
He immediately turned to Bruce Banner, speaking almost twice as fast as usual: "I'm taking the Demon King's reagent to New Mexico, which will lure all these monsters there. Taking action near the school will have too wide an impact. This time, we'll go to the desert and fight without restraint."
"If we're lucky, we might be able to get the Vampire Progenitor, the Werewolf Leader, and—"
He paused for a moment.
"The blood of the gods."
When they heard the first two words, the people around them didn't react much.
The progenitor of vampires and the leader of werewolves were the main topics of discussion tonight.
But when that last word landed, Tony exploded.
"Li En, what nonsense are you spouting now? What gods? Are there really gods in this world?"
He stood up straight from the control panel as he said this, placing his hand on top of the curved reactor.
He can recognize aliens, he can recognize hellish demons, and he has also recognized vampires and werewolves.
But the word "god" crossed the line of his entire cognitive system as a scientist.
Li En remained calm, his tone unchanged from when they were discussing reagent levels: "The so-called gods are nothing more than more powerful aliens, no different in essence from the demon kings of hell, the progenitors of vampires, and the leaders of werewolves. They are all beings outside of us."
"When the ancients encountered these powerful alien creatures, they naturally referred to them as gods out of fear. It's that simple."
His self-shine swept across the faces of Steve, Banner, and Connors in turn, his voice level.
"Didn't any of you notice the key point I just made? God sheds blood too."
"So there's no need to be afraid or worried; it's just another sample that can be used for research."
"If I'm not mistaken, the one who has come this time is likely a god that you all know well."
Tony frowned, Banner pushed up his goggles, and Connors began searching his mind for all the keywords related to mythology in literature.
Steve remained silent, his face grim, and simply removed the shield from his back and placed it beside the control panel.
Simon, standing nearby, paused for a moment, then blurted out, "A hammer? A hammer falling from the sky? You're not talking about Thor's hammer, are you?"
Li En smiled and nodded at him: "That's right."
Tony turned to look at Simon, then turned back to look at Lee.
His expression changed completely in a very short time.
Thor, the hammer of Thor in Norse mythology.
Before he could catch his breath, Li En had already picked up the conversation.
"Since Coulson is already over there, I'll head over too."
"We'll still need you to oversee things at S.H.I.E.L.D., Steve."
He looked up and met Steve's eyes.
"The Tesseract is really important to humanity; it's the container for the Space Stone."
"The power of the Space Stone can elevate all our current equipment to a new level."
Please.
Steve paused for a moment, then reached out and picked up the shield from the control panel again, fastening it to his back: "Okay, I'm going back to S.H.I.E.L.D. now."
Li En then turned to Tony, thought for a moment, and said, "If trouble arises later, I hope you can lend a hand."
Tony was silent for several seconds, then nodded slightly: "Understood."
Li En walked out of the laboratory and across the corridor.
The motorcycle Steve had just ridden was parked at the school gate, with the key still in the lock.
He got on the bike, twisted the accelerator, the engine let out a low roar, the front wheel sprang up, and the bike sped onto the road outside the school gate.
The taillights stretched further and further away along the road to New Mexico.
As he moved, the dark creatures lurking in the ruins, underground passages, and remote wilderness of the night began to slowly turn around.
They sensed that the Demon King's reagent was leaving Umbrella School and was moving southwest.
Along the highway from New York to New Mexico, strange figures began to stir in the shadows.
At the same time.
The west, the desert.
A man wearing a worn-out leather jacket, straddling a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, is driving aimlessly along the highway.
He suddenly turned his head sharply, as if a familiar yet distant aura had pierced his chest.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, something was burning in his pupils.
"The power of hell! Are you kidding me?"
The next instant, a flame suddenly shot up from the Harley-Davidson.
The flames spread so fast that it was impossible to discern where the ignition point was, and they instantly engulfed him and the motorcycle.
The leather jacket was intact, but his head had turned into a burning skull.
Flames surged from his eyes, nasal cavity, and between his teeth, trailing long fiery tails in the night wind.
He turned the handlebars, and the Harley drew an arc of charred flames across the highway as it roared toward New Mexico.
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