CHAPTER 821: 819: BLOOD BOIL

The circus beneath the abyss.

The strength Reagan displayed was beyond imagination, even Art stood up, pulling a kaleidoscope-like telescope from his pocket to carefully observe the situation inside the arena.

However, what Art wanted to see was not the charred corpse, nor the mysterious woman emerging from Reagan’s back, but Reagan himself.

Reagan’s abdomen, hit by the giant blade, was revealed as his clothing was torn apart, exposing flesh that surprisingly glistened with a perfect metallic sheen.

"What kind of body is this... being slashed like that and yet nothing happens? William, who exactly is your friend? In the entire Old World, the only ones capable of connecting flesh and metal seem to be monks, but a monk’s flesh isn’t this smooth and their metallic expression is merely an iron chain structure, not like this."

William was equally engrossed, somewhat annoyed by Art’s repeated interruptions, "Art, why are you talking so much today? Once Reagan finishes the match and comes back, you can just ask him yourself..."

"Ah~ but that’s the problem! Because your friend might not come back, that’s why I’m asking you.

If it goes on like this, this Bar fellow won’t have any restraints~ what follows may be a massacre performance."

William no longer responded but watched the scene intently, indeed, as Art said, he too sensed a very dangerous aura.

...

Reagan’s perspective,

He looked at the blood prisoner below that had been burned to a crisp, its blood representing vitality had completely evaporated by the current, yet the blood prisoner, which should have died, released intense emotions in its charred state.

[Fury]

Perhaps due to the head being pierced and the entire body electrocuted, or maybe because the thorn armor confining Earl Bar was partially destroyed, allowing the blood plague inside him to gradually break free from its constraints.

Long-suppressed fury began to slowly seep from deep within the soul, as if one could see a blood-colored face reminiscent of a demon suspended in the air.

"Faye’s near-perfect spiritual body penetration, combined with internal discharges, couldn’t kill... this person’s [blood plague] has already infiltrated thought processes and existed among ideas, requiring deeper means to potentially kill him.

No wonder they are the hardest race to kill in the Old World, and this person is a top fighter among the blood kin.

Without paying a sufficient price, it’s almost impossible to win... It’s a pity my ascension isn’t yet complete, it’s too challenging to handle such a ’under the king’ level patient."

Ka!

The sound of metal shattering was heard, a conspicuous crack appeared on the surface of the armor worn by the charred corpse, extending from the back of the head to the waist and abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, more and more cracks appeared one after another,

due to Faye’s destruction of the helmet part, causing structural damage to the entire armor, and the endless growth of anger began to gradually destroy this monastery-made binding armor.

"Kill... him!"

"Faye, wait." Faye still wanted to further electrically destroy the charred flesh, but was stopped by Reagan who simultaneously sidestepped tens of meters away.

"To completely defeat a madman engulfed by the blood plague, there is only the option of ’killing,’ and it must be done in one breath.

Any attack that fails to kill him will only make his inner fury stack up and become harder to deal with.

Faye, execute Protocol Q,

no matter what happens to me, you need to ensure the stability of Protocol Q, do not terminate the protocol because of my injury, otherwise we’ll both die."

"Is it really necessary to go this far..."

"The person in front is equivalent to the Seven Marquis,

it’s necessary for these guys to witness the power of technology, and take this opportunity against the Source Epidemic Area to give those old guys some face, after all, I shouldn’t just eat and drink for free without making some overt contribution."

"Understood."

The vicious and brutal Faye, whose body continuously emitted electric currents, suddenly became quiet, retracting the tongue hung outside like a phone receiver, then lightly kissed Reagan’s cheek.

Then the entire body dismantled into a structure of wires, the semi-real semi-virtual anthropomorphic image completely disappeared, retracting into Reagan’s spine.

Buzz! A faint sound of energy resonance was heard, it seemed Reagan’s spine was undergoing some kind of change, but this change still needed some time.

Not far away,

the thorn armor used for confinement completely shattered, turning into scattered metal debris across the ground.

The charred mummified corpse also drifted with the wind,

but the accumulated fury in the arena had already become ’visualized,’ the deep crimson mist continuously condensed, even enveloping the exaggerated giant blade and completely merging into it.

At this moment Reagan finally realized the issue,

"Wait! That thorn armor and the body wearing the armor were both [chains], used to seal this guy’s soul and consciousness.

And his body is this weapon! No wonder when slashing my waist and abdomen, it felt like being hit by a hand blade.

Faye’s piercing hand simultaneously destroyed double chains, allowing this guy to immediately restore freedom... Tsk! This is troublesome."

Inside the arena,

as the blood mist representing fury fully permeated the giant blade, this weapon began to disassemble, with dense blood vessels and nerve tissues emerging at the dismantling points to connect,

ultimately constructing a perfect blood-red skeleton covered by muscle and skin.

The true form of the Blood Prisoner was revealed,

1. Blood-red hair hung scattered like weeds, each strand seemingly influenced by a degree of metallization, appearing dry and bent.

2. The face constantly bore a hateful expression, the mouth embedded with blades, which continuously sliced and bled with his curses, with copious blood dripping from the mouth at all times.

3. His physical structure was the most exaggerated.

The entire chest and abdomen were in an ’open’ state, with ribs replaced by slender blades, seemingly capable of swallowing the opponent directly through a hug.

4. His arms were embedded with two blades longer than the arm span, each punch signifying a slash, and his feet were similar, with metal blades covering the back of his legs, and retractable blades fitted on the soles.

5. Due to anger, the blood throughout his body was in a heated state, with even some areas having begun to boil, blistering the skin.

The blood that dripped from the corners of his mouth to the ground was also smoking.

At the same time, a violent song of heavy metal played here.

A silver frame filled with blood-red blades appeared atop his head, the end of the frame showing a constantly bleeding blood skull, filled internally with boiling blood.

[Blood Boil - Bar Montoya, The Blood Boil]

Reagan immediately sensed an endless threat, mobilizing all his energy to generate a force field.

The main focus is observation, a reckless attack must not be made, this guy’s power is related to anger, ineffective attacks will only make him stronger.

Only by ensuring a one-time kill can one proceed.

As Reagan made this decision,

Buzz!

His mechanical dynamic vision did not capture the person’s action in front of him, only seeing a trace of blood shadow instantly disappear.

"So fast!"

Not only Reagan marveled at this, but so did everyone in the audience.

"Is it because of the effect of blood boiling?"

The next second,

A total of twenty-one positions around Reagan were struck, and although the regular hexagonal force field blocked them, it struggled greatly, as each strike consumed internal supply energy for the force field.

No matter how Reagan moved or dodged, he was bitten down by the opponent, unable to escape or catch a breath.

Soon,

A part of the force field was weakened and was not immediately replenished with energy, bang! The force field shattered, and blades cut across Reagan’s body surface, cutting his clothing and sending a shower of metallic sparks.

With one point breached, the balance was broken, and the entire force field system began to collapse.

Bits of clothing scattered all over the ground, revealing Reagan’s flawless, sculpted metal body to everyone,

The blade strikes left only surface incisions, and the metal could regenerate superfast, rendering this Ascender’s physical body nearly invincible.

"This guy, even if I don’t attack ~ because he still can’t hurt my essence, he’s still angry, still accumulating fury? His speed and power keep growing.

I must use core energy ahead of time, otherwise, I’ll be killed."

Nesser bacteria hidden in Reagan’s brain began to inflame forcibly, allowing the entire brain to produce electricity madly,

Reagan’s entire brain was like a super-large power plant responsible for producing railguns, beginning to amass electric energy to a certain point.

The skin and bone between Reagan’s eyebrows collapsed by themselves, exposing the inflamed brain tissue inside, which astonishingly took the shape of a gun barrel.

Buzz!

An invisible spiritual cannon blasted out directly,

The entire venue buzzed, and even William covered one ear with his hand,

The audience seating hit by the spiritual cannon had all the smiling audience’s brains exploding, with even the space continuously shaking.

But...

It seemed the Earl Bar relied on instinctual perception beforehand, activating "Blood Armor" beforehand, and withstood this spiritual shock with endless rage.

This intense psychic bombardment further enraged him, his entire body smoking, as all his skin melted away.

"What!"

Reagan hurriedly generated a force field in front,

「Flash」

Arms crossed, a flash of blood.

The temporary force field was completely shattered,

Slap! Half of Reagan’s head was shaved off, forcing the entire power plant to shut down, with the Nesser bacteria immediately invaded and consumed by the Blood Plague.