If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 910
There was an explosion on the steps in front of the wooden house, and a large amount of sawdust and solid ice caused a large amount of hoarfrost due to the impact.

The sharp icicles on the eaves of the wooden house were all broken, and the snow pierced white holes in the snow like rain. If there were birds in the coniferous forest, it would definitely cause a flutter of wings, but now there is only the silence of the boundless wilderness , and only the splintered sawdust and the temperature of the melting snow on the little girl's body in the snow are in stark contrast to this cold silence.

The fifth-order instant, 32 times the speed gain.

When bursting at full speed, the moment of the fifth level can already make people show an unreasonable movement speed. In ancient Ryukyu martial arts, the "shrinking ground" technique of adjusting the center of gravity to achieve short-distance burst movement can only be used to the limit, ten meters If you can reach the enemy directly in front of the enemy in an instant burst, then take advantage of the situation and chop off his head.

The little girl was now faster than the samurai at the pinnacle of 'shukuji' skill, yet her foe hadn't had a reaction to match, so he fell as a matter of course.

Adam, who was wearing a leather jacket and sitting firmly on the high platform, was pushed into the wooden steps. In order to resist the snowstorm, all the materials of the hunter's hut were made of hard solid wood, which was as hard as iron stone in the extremely freezing environment. However, even so, Adam The back of the head still smashed through the 5cm thick plank.

Adam couldn't speak for the time being, he couldn't utter words about scenes, threats, or begging for mercy, because half of the little girl's palm was stuck in his mouth.

Layers upon layers of black scales are tightly packed on the smaller, ferocious hand. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as 'claw', because the bony scythe pointed armor has been pierced from the cheek of the Hispanic white man. , that snow-white skin is as fragile as an eardrum that has been torn by a child.

The little girl pressed Adam's head and pressed him deeply into the deep wooden steps. The broken wooden thorns left more wounds on the man's face and neck.

It's surprisingly weak, just like everyone's impressions and imaginations.An ordinary person, even though he is an adult male, is as weak as a child in the hands of an abnormal race.

The little girl looked at Adam's head which was tilted back so that his face could hardly be seen, and the mouth that she had dug in with her sharp claws was still moving slightly, probably trying to say something.

"It's like you. Room."

Her right hand suddenly clasped and grabbed the man's entire jaw, and pulled it to one side like a tearing cloth.

The sound of the neck bone breaking was more obvious than the tearing of the jaw, and the crackling and crisp sound covered up the trivial sound of flesh and blood tearing.

The man Adam's entire jaw was like a detachable Lego toy, and the bones and belts were torn off. The entire head was thrown in the direction of force, and then the jaw snapped back instantly, and the neck bone was under the skin. When it is broken, it is inevitable that the bone spur will break out of the flesh.

Normal people deserve to die, and Adam is no exception. He is a completely ordinary person, so he died too.

The girl withdrew her hand and looked at Adam's body lying on her back in the cracked wooden steps. On the hand that had lost strength and was hanging on one side, the thick diary had already fallen to the ground.

She reached out and picked up the notebook and opened one of the pages. Snowflakes floated onto the page and disappeared, and there was only a piece of white snow in front of her eyes.

There is no writing in the diary, and every page blown by the wind is the same white.

Something is wrong.

The girl looked up at Adam, who was lying on the broken wooden steps in front of her. She loosened her broken and bloody jaw, lifted the hideous scale-wrapped arm, and placed it on the man's dead left chest. Just before smashing and scratching everything, she heard a familiar voice.

A voice that should never have come.

"If I'm right, you really don't have much time left."

It was a man who spoke, his voice was hoarse and vague, accompanied by the rustling footsteps on the snow.

The girl didn't feel displeased by the vagueness of the other party's speech, because in her memory, if the other party could really speak, the voice should be like this, even more vague.

This is how a dead man who was shot in the face by a shotgun should speak like this, as if the throat and the mouth contain the resentment and resentment formed by the congealed flesh and blood, and black blood flows out of the mouth every time he speaks a word.

But now the little girl and the others are in Siberia, where the temperature will freeze all flowing liquids. Naturally, when the girl turned around and looked over, she did not see a bloody scene. She only saw black and red frost and devastated dead people. .

Vika.

It's the name, the little girl remembers it, she never remembers anything wrong.

The elder brother of the bandit siblings, the gangster with a shotgun, also died on the shotgun in the end.

Now he came out of the forest path among the bushes, in the appearance of a dead man, with only one eye shining in the dim forest.

Golden shimmer.

"I should really thank the lieutenant colonel."

Vika.

No, the girl didn't think he was still Vika, that Dussa's brother.

Perhaps it is the most correct way to call him a simple "man". Whether it is the current Vika or Adam whose face has been torn off in half, the name is just a layer of false skin, just like the whole body that covers her. Like a taiga tundra.

The man walked out of the shadow of the coniferous forest. He used Vika's body. Even though it was broken and stiff, he still walked out with a feeling of ease. The only remaining golden pupil looked at the man in front of the wooden house from afar. Girl, "Trial and error is always a costly thing."

"Lieutenant Colonel Andre is a respectable person. Before he died, he paid the cost of trial and error that would take dozens or even hundreds of lives, and put the final answer in front of me. Courage reaps the red fruit at last on the tree."

The black scales on the little girl's right hand are fading, snowflakes fall on the exposed snow-white skin and melt away, the state of 'dead waiter' is fading, and what is fading is the few remaining nutrients in the blood vessels.

"The original intention of the 'Butterfly Project' was to decipher the code of the 'Speaking Spirit', to cut the sequence of DNA bases symbolized to represent the genetic information of the 'Speaking Spirit' into the gene chain of the newborn fetus, according to the calculations of the geneticists , under the condition that the gene chain will not be overloaded and collapsed, the finished product of the 'Butterfly Project' can have at most three 'word spirits'."

The man walked into the snow.

The little girl also walked down the stairs. Before the dragon transformation phenomenon on her right hand completely disappeared, she broke off one of the sharpened sickle claws. After the alienation completely disappeared, the nail of that finger was left with tender flesh oozing blood , without any sign of recovery.

"To be honest, I'm not satisfied that the final result of the 'Butterfly Project' is limited to multiple new races of speech spirits. What the gods really want is more perfect, more violent, and more..." The man watched as he walked slowly in the snow. The girl who came said, "It's more beautiful like you."

He didn't finish his next words, because the girl stabbed the sharp thorn in his throat, tore the vocal cords, inserted it into the gap of the neck bone, and then tore apart half of the throat with a lever-like pressure.

There is no emotion in the golden pupil of the little girl Lava, only the purest desire to kill.

And this scene is not very bloody, because there is no blood flowing in the body of the dead.

With the sound of falling to the ground, the body fell down. Until the second "death", he just looked at the girl in front of him silently, not angry or sad, because another voice took over from him and narrated the man's words .

"Yes, a truly perfect masterpiece should be like a ni."

". Eve, the perfect result of the 'Butterfly Project', your real source of power is not to edit the gene chain in advance to obtain a fixed speech spirit, but to steal any power in this world through active 'involvement' genes what!"

The speaking voice was a female voice, accompanied by the walking figure.

Tussaud.

Compared with Vika's body, her body is much more complete, because she died of poisoning, so when she walked into the snow field again, she looked like a living person.

But the little girl knew that she was no longer a living person, and those golden pupils represented that she was now usurped by another will. When it came out, it still left traces of untidyness.

The girl probably knew the real power of the last enemy she faced. She was not unfamiliar with it, and she was not afraid, because she had seen more terrifying similar powers.

But it's worth worrying that her time is running out.

"Your power reminds me of a word spirit called 'Origin', but compared to you, that word spirit can only be regarded as a child's play." The man looked at the little girl and said, "'Origin' can only get creatures characteristics, but you can get the deepest things in biological genes, even part of memory and instinct?"

"You are really scary." The man took a deep breath, "You may not realize what this means."

"In front of you, something like 'power' no longer has a so-called master! Everyone is proud and complacent about their innate and unique power, but you can jump over the barrier and snatch the power that should be unique. Something that belongs to them!"

"If you don't know the language, then absorb his language (Yakut), if you can't play the game, then absorb his game experience (chess); if you don't have the language, then steal his language (entropy reduction, time zero, etc.); if you don't have a corrupted bloodline, usurp his bloodline (Deadpoolization)."

The man's voice was as dull as thunder, "You are the master of all 'power', and the whole world will fear you, even the Dragon King in the ancient legend! They will also fear your authority!"

"Compared to robbers, you are the most terrifying robber. Compared to hunters, you are the top of the real food chain!"

As soon as the words fell, the head of Dusha's corpse was forced back suddenly, and the sharp sickle claws pierced out from the back of the head, the central nervous system was damaged, and the corpse fell backwards out of control.

"Even if you are in a barren environment and are extremely weak, after getting involved in high-quality power, you probably have the power to kill the real me in an instant, right?"

Someone came out from the forest again, the little girl looked over, her eyes slightly lowered, but she couldn't say anything.

Lieutenant Colonel Andre.

The iron tower-like corpse was covered in wounds and lost half of its head, but it still walked out with golden eyes, but at this moment, there was no belief in resisting the storm and revolutionary blood on the waves on his face and body anymore. The smugness of a villain.

"But it's just like what I said at the beginning." The man looked at the girl who walked towards the woman's corpse and pulled out the scythe claw through the majestic body of the lieutenant colonel and said, "You are almost exhausted."

His gaze rested on the girl's right hand, the finger that had lost a nail but hadn't grown back.

"No matter what it is, it will abide by the conservation of energy. The genes you ingest are like efficient fuel, which can support you to sail on the rough sea, but after all, the fuel will be exhausted." The man said, "From the beginning I Just know, I just need to wait until you burn all the fuel, and that's when I will win. So, forgive me for my previous insults just to annoy you."

Behind him, countless golden-eyed shadows walked out of the forest. There were so many of them that they were innumerable, and they were exposed in the white light. They were all ordinary faces, but most of them belonged to the same Race - Yakuts.

Word Spirit · KATJA (DOLL)
Some of them are dead, and some are alive, but at the same time, under the cover of that huge domain, they are almost close to death.

"The forty innocent souls who were taken away by the 'Snow Maiden' in the blizzard three days ago in the small town of Verkhoyansk finally went to where they were supposed to go after three days."

"I like the story of 'Snow Maiden'. Ignorant legends can always save me a lot of unnecessary trouble. The ignorant people will always justify their misfortune."

The man looked at the girl from afar and said softly,
"Eve, your birth was not accompanied by 'power', because you symbolize the ultimate 'power', the 'power' that infinitely usurps all 'power', your younger brother... Maybe it is the corresponding 'power'? "

"I want to know where you hid him." The man gazed at the pair of lava golden eyes and smiled slowly, "Is it really you who can hide a person in the Nibelungen under my surveillance? ? There are hidden powers that I don't know about."

The little girl didn't answer, and it was impossible to answer this question. She raised the sharp sickle claw in her hand and silently watched the crowd of black people pouring out of the forest.

It was so dark, like silent army ants.

They are all ordinary people, living or dead, loyal puppets, and dead servants who know no pain.

They have all been transformed, the bloodlines have been rewritten, or it is better to say that they are polluted. The highly toxic blood polluted this group of ordinary people, causing their skin to grow incomplete blue fluff. The snowman's golden eyes are full of dehumanized silence.

Artificial Deadpool.

The little girl has seen this kind of thing in Black Swan Harbor, but now the hordes of Deadpool she is facing are even more perfect. The man behind the scenes has many methods, and he does everything he can. Indeed, only such an enemy can kill her. into this situation.

"Power is not everything, I like to think with my brain." The man said softly, "Don't think I'm mean, Eve, compared to you, I'm just an ordinary 'human' who wants to bring down the gods, even if it's just a newborn Son of God, not doing your best is an insult to you."

Deadpool came in groups, trying to swallow the girl like a sea tide.

The little girl felt the exhausted 'power' in her blood and didn't move at all. The moment she finally killed Adam, she had already consumed all the 'power'.

If in a normal environment, she could do more and better, the puppet controlled by a man or even the entire Nibelungen would not be a problem to her.

But unfortunately not if.

There is no need for an if.

When the man watched the deadpools of the black tide rushing up, suddenly, a white flower bloomed in the dark tide.

It is pure white, a holy white flower that makes people worship, shaped like a standing cross.

holy cross.

The white flower appeared between the eyebrows of a dead waiter, and then like a wild wind, it grew wildly all over the foreheads of all humanoid creatures in sight!

Flowers are everywhere.

Pale torrential rain fell from the sky, it was a brilliant meteor shower, bringing a huge word spirit crashing down, each meteor shower followed the pale white flowers of the Holy Cross, crushing the black tide and rushing across!

Words of Spirit · Sacred Judgment.

The man who didn't join the battle group escaped to the border of the coniferous forest the moment the domain expanded, and survived. Through the lieutenant colonel's body, he stared at the little girl illuminated by the dim light in the center of the field full of flowers.

"You..." He was about to angrily question how the other party could still have such a terrifying power, but he suddenly shut up as if he had sensed something.

His gaze slowly turned, looking in another direction, the figure slowly walking out in the dark forest in the distance behind the little girl.

huntress.

Holding a wooden bow, his golden pupils are as hot as the sun.

(End of this chapter)