Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

His chest was already burning, yet the bacteria continued to crawl under his skin. Suddenly, with a "hiss," his entire face split open from the corner of his mouth. Sticky mycelia, like octopus suckers, coiled out and flew towards Silver Frost's face!

"Tsk!"

Yinshuang frowned, stepped on the gray-robed man's chest, pulled out the iron sword, and slashed horizontally with it!

A sword light, wreathed in flames, flashed past, severing the head and body in two!

Even so, the guy didn't die. His head rolled to the side, unable to move, leaving only his eyes, which could still roll around. But his body... suddenly leaped up, like a spider, using all four legs, crawling rapidly in a bizarre posture, charging towards her.

Their methods were extremely disgusting, to the point that would make any ordinary person's hair stand on end just by looking at them.

"Damn it, what sins did I commit to have to encounter this thing..." Yinshuang muttered to herself, changing the hand seal with her left hand and retreating several meters, trying to create distance first.

The headless corpse used all four legs to propel itself into the air!

The next moment, the armless Venus slammed down on it.

……

"Thump—!!!"

This is the sanctuary of the Newman Hotel. Many of the top-ranking artworks from the last exhibition were purchased and collected by the hotel at high prices, naturally making this place a somewhat well-known man-made art attraction. Among them is this life-size replica of the stone sculpture, "Venus de Milo."

It is 86 centimeters tall and weighs 87 kilograms.

For ordinary people, this is a number that could crush them if it fell on them; it's something to be admired from afar but not to be trifled with.

But for Zhang Renfeng, it was just right!

"Eee-ha-!!!"

He felt a long-lost sense of pleasure, grabbed Venus's neck, and swung the statue around. Forget about regeneration; the eighty-plus kilogram stone, smashing down on him with the speed of a baseball bat, shattered his bones.

Like swatting flies, the force circled the center of the sanctuary, thumping the grey-robed figures one by one against the walls with muffled thuds. Sometimes the force was so great that it directly ripped out the mycelium residing within them, making them look as if they had burst open—a visually striking sight!

More and more gray robes were swept away by his powerful blows, smashing through the tables and chairs in the center of the sanctuary and embedding themselves in one of the walls. Broken bones and exposed flesh were all normal phenomena. Milky white mycelium, seemingly realizing that it could not repair such a body, gushed out from the broken points and gathered together.

“Ren!” Zhang Renfeng shouted.

Ren leaped from the second floor, swung his grappling hook in mid-air, and caught a corner of the eaves, swinging in an elegant arc like Tarzan.

Several black fire bombs were thrown from his hand and landed precisely among the mycelium and gray robe.

……

"Bang-----!!!"

Explosion, flames, smoke.

A large hole was blown in the wall of the sanctuary.

Chapter 449: Hehe, I must survive!

a mess.

Wolf recalled the myth her master had told her when she was in China—the all-powerful monkey who grew his staff to an enormous size, rolling it across a mountain and crushing countless lesser monsters. She had always found it hard to imagine what that scene would be like, until today, when she witnessed her senior brother Zhang swinging a stone statue and smashing it indiscriminately. The abstract story seemed to become concrete.

Wolf smoothed his blond hair, crouched down, and tried to examine the corpses that Zhang Renfeng had crushed.

Under the moonlight, these mycelia, which were not completely dead, emerged from the broken ends, resembling liquid silver.

"laugh!"

A burning samurai sword suddenly pierced through the air and pinned him to the floor tile.

“Don’t let your guard down, Nymeria, they’re trying to attach themselves to you.” Ren rotated his wrist to ensure the mycelium was completely inactivated by the high temperature. “You already lost control once on the snow mountain, and it took a lot of effort to get rid of it.”

"...Not the same kind." The wolf stared intently at the embers after the mycelium had burned and said in a low voice.

"what?"

“It shouldn’t be the same thing that grew inside that old man’s body.” The wolf slowly got up and said, “The taste is different. It’s like it changed from that one, but in the process of changing, it has become very different from the original species.”

"There seems to be a specific term for this kind of thing..."

"evolution?"

Zhang Renfeng gently placed the blood-stained Venus statue on the ground. The phrase, which sounded very cultured, sounded quite out of place coming from his mouth now.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, he shrugged. "Tito mentioned to me before that organisms can evolve to adapt to specific environments. Organisms are amazing... whatever, that's all I remember."

"No, no, no, I think you're more amazing." Silver Frost tried to push the Venus statue, using all her strength, but it only moved slightly. She couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "By the way, why aren't you surprised at all? This thing must weigh at least 80 kilograms! This person just casually swung something weighing 80 kilograms!"

"It's okay." Ren patted her shoulder, speaking with the air of someone who'd been there before. "You'll get used to it eventually."

"what?!"

“What’s certain now is that someone is cultivating this fungus. The Newman Hotel is probably their experimental base. They’re testing what happens when it parasitizes the human body.” Zhang Renfeng sighed, his tone rather complicated. “I actually encountered this kind of setting that even supernatural tales wouldn’t dare to use. I really don’t know if my luck is good or bad.”

"What do we do next? Should we split up and search separately?" Ren asked after cleaning the last still-active mycelium. "Newman Rudinburgh."

"Break into his underground labyrinth, drag him out of the shadows, and give him a final blow, then it'll all be over, right?"

----

"call……"

The fuel for the kerosene lamp was almost exhausted, and its light was becoming increasingly dim.

After a long silence, Newman took a deep breath and pulled open the drawer in front of the table.

A fly flew out and landed on the edge of the kerosene lamp. Newman suddenly felt an urge to swat it. His hand was already raised, but then it hung in the air. After a few quick breaths, it fell back down, and his gaze turned to the metal syringe lying quietly in the drawer.

There was also a note attached to the side, left by Im. Normally, Newman wouldn't have had the patience to read these things one by one.

But at this moment, for some reason, he had more time than he could use, and even developed a certain dependence on "reading" itself. He hoped to escape the passage of time in the outside world by hiding in the world of reading.

Blood of Bacchus

Experiments have shown that Bacchus's blood can significantly stimulate the activity of *Russula ovata* strains. After cultivation, the seventh generation of *Russula ovata* has established a relatively stable symbiotic relationship with the human body. Under normal conditions, the seventh generation of *Russula ovata* is in a dormant state, requiring only a small amount of nutrients to survive.

In a crisis, the bacterial colony senses fluctuations in various hormone levels within the human body and becomes active, providing the body with stronger resilience and faster metabolism. Simultaneously, the parasitic state intensifies, leading to a degree of entanglement with the human nervous system. This process has been proven irreversible.

[After injection of Bacchus's blood, the activity of the gut microbiota will far exceed the second state mentioned above. Subcutaneous nerves, internal organs, and the brain will all be controlled by the microbiota's roots in a very short time, their rationality severed, transforming them into another life form.]

“Ha, ‘another life form’…” Newman chuckled. “Quite an elegant way of putting it. Are you afraid someone might accidentally walk in and see this thing?”

He knew perfectly well that any talk of "other" life forms was just a hoax.

To put it more bluntly, with just one injection, the part of oneself that belongs to humanity is essentially completely destroyed.

Of the test subjects numbered 1 to 30, only Jon Arryn retained his sanity after being injected with Bacchus's blood. His powerful mental strength, classified as that of the Empty Ones, allowed him to dominate the symbiotic relationship with the Wolverine strain; this is an exceptional case and cannot be replicated.

Not reproducible.

Not replicable?

Under the dim light, his heart beat faster and faster.

"Whether it can be replicated or not, there's no other way." Newman picked up the syringe, rolled up his left sleeve, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and a maniacal smile spread across his lips. "Heh...heh heh..."

"I must survive!!!"

"laugh!"

The needle pierces the skin.

Without hesitation, he pushed the syringe to the very bottom.

……

A second passed, and there was no response.

It's expired?!

……

The next instant, he felt something grab his heart from inside his body and crush it violently!

"ah------!!!!"

The mycelium was moving under his skin, and in an instant, his face became extremely ferocious.

Frankenstein, beneath the white sheet, seemed to sense something and moved more violently, making clanging noises as if trying to break free from his restraints. In the dark basement, Newman, sprawled on the floor, and the unknown creature that could spring to life at any moment… made the scene even more eerie.

With his last shred of reason, he took out a container from his pocket that looked like a glass earring.

The tears of Prometheus.

Angel Eyes was once used on Logan; it's a powerful sedative, and like Blood of Bacchus, it originated from the Inn and was created by Dr. Im.

Even if you can't calm your mind, at least... let your body...

Newman's thoughts became blurred. He could feel the mycelium disturbing his mind, and in a few seconds, his consciousness would completely disappear.

There wasn't enough time to unscrew it!

"Crack!"

He threw the entire glass container into his mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it!

----

……

"Roar----!!!"

The creature beneath the white cloth seemed to sense everything and let out a low, angry roar, as if welcoming his return.

"Ha ha……"

Newman, panting heavily, leaned on the table leg, slowly got up, and wiped away the blood and tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Om——"

The intense stimulation reverberated through his five senses; what he saw, heard, and perceived was no longer entirely human.

A figure stood quietly in the corner of the basement, silently looking down at him.

He was a skinny boy with black hair and black eyes, and his body was like a shriveled eggplant.

His eyes were sunken, and his muscles were not in pieces, but rather like melted sugar threads, stuck to his skin and bones, reflecting a strange light.

The boy didn't speak, but simply gazed at him through the connection.

"Heh... They say that eating ergot can cause hallucinations. It's clearly not ergot, so how can it have such an effect?"

Newman was quite certain that there was no one else in the basement. Based on his past experimental experience, his own body had developed an extremely high synesthesia rate with the Rufus strain, which made it possible for him to see such a clear hallucination.

Using the forced calming effect of [Prometheus's Tears] to downplay the side effects of Bacchus's Blood, Newman subtly exploited a bug between the two drugs, achieving an extremely high level of synesthesia with the Rufus strain in his body.

"Let's go, Frankenstein!" he beckoned to the monster beneath the white sheet and shouted, "Let's meet my destined death!"

Chapter 450: Three Rabbits Sharing an Ear

answer!"

The sound of water droplets falling on the ground.

It started raining outside the church, the patter of raindrops hitting the ground, and the flames caused by the explosion were being extinguished.

The clear sound of dripping water naturally attracted Zhang Renfeng's attention. He looked up and saw layers of flowers blooming on the murals above the dome, like a kaleidoscope unfolding. Surrounded by these flowers, a gilded sun rose abruptly.

At the center of the sun disc, a pattern of "three rabbits sharing an ear" is printed with exquisite and elegant strokes!

The three rabbits' ears are connected, and they run in the same direction. Because they share ears, there are only three ears in the design. They seem to be trapped in this small sun, touching each other but never able to catch up.

Their bodies are red, white, and emerald green, with their ears forming rings and their heads and tails connected. The artist used extremely delicate brushstrokes to depict the moment the rabbit went from stillness to motion, beginning to run.

"..."

The pattern of three rabbits sharing one ear seemed to have taken root, firmly anchored in his vision. For a moment, Zhang Renfeng couldn't look away; the prophecy he couldn't remember when he'd heard resurfaced in his mind. What was supposed to be an ethereal thing now seemed like a snake coiling in the shadows. Zhang Renfeng couldn't see its true form, only the eyes of a cold-blooded animal and the hissing sound of its tongue flicking.

As you watch, the legs of the three rabbits seem to actually begin to move. As they kick and hop, the sun disc begins to spin, like the core of a giant machine; as it spins, the surrounding ornate geometric patterns also begin to rotate.

Finally, the dome, the ground, the sky, the world in his eyes... all began to rotate.

Standing beneath the pattern of three rabbits sharing an ear, he felt a surge of sadness for some reason.

The three rabbits were forever trapped within the golden sun, endlessly cycling through the cycle, unable to break free.

……

"Senior brother?"