sinovels Chapter 132 The so-called trump card is nothing but trash from the cultivation world.
Chapter 132 The so-called trump card is nothing but trash from the cultivation world.
This single word was uttered without using any true energy.
It was purely the divine soul pressure that a Mahayana-stage immortal had unleashed amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
For martial artists on Earth who haven't even reached the Divine Realm, or for genetic monsters created by inferior serums, this is tantamount to a decree from Heaven.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The three S-class gene warriors, who were just moments ago so imposing and seemed capable of smashing tanks with a single punch, were now like mangy dogs with their spines removed.
Their massive bodies froze abruptly in mid-air, then crashed straight to the ground in a manner that defied the laws of physics.
The hard kneecap slammed heavily against the alloy floor, producing a chilling cracking sound.
They desperately tried to stand up.
Beneath the grayish-white stratum corneum, the thick muscle fibers snapped one by one due to excessive force, and dark blue blood seeped out from the pores.
But it didn't work.
The invisible force pressing down on them was like a towering mountain. The more they struggled, the more frequent the sound of bones breaking became.
Click! Click!
Less than five seconds.
Three perfect experimental subjects, costing three billion US dollars and said to be able to tear apart a master of the Transcendent Realm, were crushed by this pressure, breaking all the bones in their bodies and turning into puddles of rotting flesh.
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses pressed himself tightly against the edge of the control panel.
He tried to pick up the water glass beside him, but the water sloshed violently uncontrollably, splashing onto the back of his hand. The subtle shiver didn't come from the outside; it seemed to seep from deep within his bones.
What did he see?
There were no lasers, no explosions, and not even a single hand was moved.
With just one word, the conglomerate's prized ultimate weapon was rendered useless.
This is a power that no human could possibly possess!
"Who...who are you?!"
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses had completely broken his voice, which carried a nauseating despair.
Lu Yuan, carrying the rusty iron sword, slowly walked to the control panel, stepping through the dark blue blood on the ground.
"I already said that."
Lu Yuan used the tip of his sword to lift the chin of the man with gold-rimmed glasses.
The rusty iron shard pierced the skin, and warm drops of blood rolled down the blade.
"I'm here to raid the rat's nest."
"Where did you get that half of a tortoise shell? And what door are you planning to open with this piece of junk?"
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses swallowed hard. The cold touch of the sword tip made his bladder contract, and a warm liquid flowed down his trouser leg.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about! I'm just the head of the Gangnam district!"
"Headquarters sends over a batch of antiques with special radiation every month, so we can extract the residual energy from them..."
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses suddenly seemed to remember something, and his eyes widened sharply.
"You can't kill me! I'm a high-ranking executive of the SHIELD Corporation! The corporation unearthed the remains of a god beneath the Antarctic ice sheet; we hold the ultimate secret of human evolution! If you kill me, the corporation's 'Judgment Angels' will wipe you and everyone around you out of control..."
puff.
The rusty iron sword pierced the man's throat without any resistance, pinning his remaining words to his vocal cords.
Lu Yuan didn't even have the patience to listen to him finish his nonsense.
"Remains of a deity".
Lu Yuan gave a cold laugh.
He gripped the still-warm top of the man's head with his left hand.
The consciousness of the Mahayana stage is being searched!
An extremely domineering mental force brutally tore open the cerebral cortex of the man with gold-rimmed glasses, and countless chaotic fragments of memory flashed before Lu Yuan's eyes like a revolving lantern.
Women, money, cruel human experimentation.
Lu Yuan automatically filtered out the junk information and directly locked onto the scene deepest in his memory that had been deliberately encrypted.
It was a vast expanse of white glacier.
Deep within the glacier, a bottomless ice cave has been excavated by a giant drilling machine.
At the bottom of the ice cave lies a black metallic structure several kilometers long. Although it is dilapidated and its surface is covered with scorch marks from being bombarded by high-energy rays, it still exudes a suffocating sense of oppression.
Beside the wreckage of the spaceship, there is a huge skeleton that is hundreds of meters tall.
Seven rusty black nails were driven into the spine of the skeleton. Even though only a skeleton remained, the chilling aura of a demonic cultivator from the cultivation world still wafted through the fragments of memory.
Lu Yuan released his grip.
The body of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses lay limply on the ground, his brain having been mashed into a paste by the violent methods of soul-searching.
"I thought it was some kind of god."
Lu Yuan wiped the blood off the corpse's white coat with the rusty iron sword.
"It turns out to be a low-level demonic cultivation ship that crashed on Earth after encountering a space storm during interstellar travel. The seven soul-locking nails nailed into its spine were installed with such crude technique that even the janitor I used to sweep the floors in the outer sect was worse than I was back then."
Although he complained, Lu Yuan's eyes became slightly more serious.
No wonder the Earth's spiritual energy was locked up by the "Heaven and Earth Separation" formation; these overseas conglomerates were still able to create such genetic monsters.
It turns out they dug up the grave of a demonic cultivator.
This also explains why the half of the tortoise shell that Gu Ning left behind resonated with the mysterious copper piece in his storage ring.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. clearly intends to use these tortoise shell fragments (boundary stone fragments) to piece together a complete coordinate system or to unlock a sealed relic.
"Warning! Warning!"
The laboratory alarm suddenly emitted a piercing electronic sound.
"Underlying logic has been compromised; self-destruct mechanism activated. Countdown: 60 seconds."
The red warning lights overhead were flashing wildly.
Before he died, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses triggered the final safety device on the control panel. The three tons of high explosives buried in the third basement level were about to detonate.
Lu Yuan didn't even try to run away.
He slowly walked to the corner of the wall to the huge metal cylinder that powered the entire laboratory.
A single sword stroke cleaved through leaded glass ten centimeters thick.
Inside lay a fist-sized black stone, its surface covered with impurities.
The stone emitted extremely strong radiation fluctuations, which was the energy source that the S.H.I.E.L.D. used to keep those genetically engineered subjects in a dormant state.
"What a waste of resources."
Lu Yuan took the black stone in his hand.
To Earthlings, this is highly radioactive waste that can kill people.
But in Lu Yuan's eyes, this was a "Void Stone" of extremely poor quality, but barely usable for repairing magical artifacts.
boom!
The first explosion came from deep inside the ventilation duct.
Scorching flames surged wildly into the laboratory through the passageway.
Lu Yuan tossed the Void Stone into his Nine Heavens Storage Ring, put one hand in his pocket, and stepped outwards, braving the explosive shockwave that could melt steel, amidst the shards of flesh and glass scattered on the ground.
When the entire abandoned meat processing plant was reduced to rubble in a blaze of fire.
Lu Yuan had already gotten into a black Hongqi sedan parked by the roadside.
This car was left to him by Lin Zhen.
"Return to the Imperial Observatory."
Lu Yuan leaned back in the leather seat and closed his eyes to rest.
"Go check if that snake soup is ready. While you're at it, go pick out some scrap metal from your storeroom."