Chapter 27: "You... you really hate him"

Chapter 27: "You... you really hate him"

The Snake Python's laceration mended with an unnaturally expeditious pace; the ghastly welts on his back and limbs ceased their blood flow as charred epidermis sloughed away and diminutive granulations writhed, revealing a layer of rejuvenated flesh.

As god blood permeated his skin, it began to transfigure his scarred and battered form. The highly refined and filtered god blood coursed through his limbs and extremities, endowing him with unparalleled vigor and an unprecedented exhilarating experience.

The Snake Python's strength recovered and soared to new heights, reigniting the sanguine flames upon its body, more fervent than before.

Yet, the first act upon gaining this newfound power was not to retaliate against Jonathan and others.

The Snake Python hurled a motorbike towards Jonathan to hinder his movements, then promptly wheeled about and fled. His robust form erupted with a speed more terrifying than that of the world sprint champion, vanishing nearly twenty meters in the blink of an eye.

Only a fool wouldn't run!

The Snake Python was well-acquainted with the Mechanical Dawn; Rose knew of his betrayal, and then Richguy and Fox came, which implied the entire organization was aware of his betrayal. They would send people to hunt him down; the core members of Mechanical Dawn had already arrived, and perhaps auxiliary squads lay in ambush nearby.

It was imperative to flee, lest he fell into the encirclement of the hunters. This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

In this situation, eliminating merely one or two would avail him naught, for the Snake Python could not kill everyone aware of his betrayal.

He would be caught in an endless cycle of pursuit, and the later he fled, the greater the chance he'd be executed on the spot.

Fox unfurled a water curtain to deflect the incoming motorbike, momentarily unable to prevent the Snake Python's escape.

As Jonathan was about to retrieve a magazine from his belt to reload his K80, the wily Snake Python dashed into a nearby building for cover, leaving Jonathan unable to pinpoint his location.

He abandoned the K80 and pulled a submachine gun from his lower back. The submachine gun lacked the penetrating power of the K80, but it made up for it with its rapid-fire and larger magazine.

Jonathan was uncertain if this gun could harm the Snake Python substantially. After ingesting an unknown elixir, his blood-burning ability appeared to have intensified; its muscles bulged and swelled as if on the verge of bursting, surpassing even the most formidable of world bodybuilders.

As Snake Python made his desperate escape, he burst into a shuttered small restaurant on the side of the road. Using his body to break through the wall, he tore open the natural gas pipe hidden within. With a clear mind, he activated the restaurant's ignition switch.

Amidst the deafening roar, the gas exploded, and raging flames masked the Snake Python's figure. Relying on the Flesh Regeneration ability granted by the god blood, he withstood the explosive impact and scorching heat to traverse the store, escaping through a hole it punched in the wall to the street beyond.

Jonathan tossed out a command, "Rose, stay here." Without hesitation, he and Fox pursued the Snake Python along his escape route.

The explosion left the bistro in disarray, with a fallen beam narrowly missing Jonathan, who dodged just in time. Waves surged, and both Jonathan and Fox crossed the sea of the fire unscathed, but the messy bricks, tables, and chairs delayed them by two seconds.

Every second was precious, as each second allowed the Snake Python to widen the gap between them.

Jonathan activated his mask's infrared thermal imaging mode, tracking the Snake Python's trail. His body temperature rose continuously in its blood-burning state, far exceeding that of ordinary people; he appeared as a dazzling red fireball in the infrared view.

Still running, the Snake Python charged into an open game house. The card-playing patrons were sent sprawling as tables overturned and cards scattered across the floor while onlookers screamed at the sight of the blood-flame-enveloped man.

With a sinister countenance, the Snake Python ignored the chaos, pushing through the crowd and shattering another wall. A sudden escape idea shot him---- diving into the sea!

Swimming away in the ocean, Fox's super water-controlling abilities would be insufficient to cover such a vast area. The seawater would cool his body, rendering him undetectable by thermal imaging devices.

Blessed with a vast lung capacity, the Snake Python could hold his breath for nearly ten minutes underwater, stealthily swimming to safety before emerging ashore and evading Mechanical Dawn's pursuit.

God's blood was indeed potent, but it could not compensate for the gap in ability level. God's blood required time to be absorbed and transformed, eventually granting greater enhancements to both the body and super ability. Merely a C-rank, the Snake Python, having just ingested god blood, dared not confront the nearly A-rank Fox or the enigmatic Richguy head-on.

The water sphere and the Snake Python all exploded, scattering water, blood, flesh, and limbs across the ground.

Fox stared blankly, "You... you really hate him, huh?"

Jonathan's mask was covered in a mix of blood and water. He shook stand, dislodging the debris clinging to his body.

"You have killed the Snake Python."

"You have stripped the Snake Python of his super abilities."

"You have acquired the super ability: [Blood Burn - Class C]."

"You have acquired the super ability: [Flesh Regeneration - Class D]."

"[Blood Burn - Class C]: Use your blood as fuel in exchange for immense strength."

"[Flesh Regeneration - Class D]: Your wounds heal at a rate far exceeding that of an ordinary person."

"Red, mission accomplished. I don't want to touch this corpse. Have the auxiliary squad come to clean up the aftermath," Jonathan stated.

Compared to the disgusting Xenobiotics creature, the Snake Python's corpse was barely an appetizer, and although it disturbed him, he was surprisingly accepting of it.

Even Jonathan was amazed by his current state of mind, and he detached himself from his emotions and analyzed his thoughts.

During the pursuit of the Snake Python, his blood seemed to be on fire, hurdling obstacles and running as fast as possible, wanting to catch up to him and kill him.

It was a rare opportunity to strike; if he missed it, there might never be another chance. The Snake Python could escape disappear, and Jonathan would lose his opportunity for revenge.

Fortunately, he succeeded in killing the Snake Python, which brought Jonathan a sense of relief, joy, and a strange sense of accomplishment.

He had gained two super abilities. Although he had no chance to experiment with them yet, they undoubtedly served as life-saving assets for him.

Since arriving in the Second World, Jonathan had been learning and adapting, trying to find the right attitude to face such a passive and complex situation and seeking an opportunity to turn the tables.

Killing the Snake Python was his first step, and he would be more proactive in the future.

"Rose said the Snake Python took God's Blood," Red said in a bad mood. "His blood is contaminated and can't be used to extract memories."

Jonathan paused, realizing that the potion the Snake Python had taken was the "God's Blood" Martin had mentioned... it truly had an astonishing effect.

"Where did he get it?" Jonathan asked, pretending to be puzzled.

"Where else? Only a few forces are capable of refining God's Blood," Red replied. "I'm leaning towards the Investigation department. They're coveting the things on the Kraken, and they won't tolerate any unstable elements threatening the port... But they're just pawns, and the real people behind them are likelier to be..."

His voice trailed off, seemingly lost in thought.

Jonathan suddenly remembered that when he first met Fox, he had referred to the Investigation department as "the lapdogs of the Consortium."

"It's time to go," Fox said. "If we linger, the coastal security team will arrive."

"Right, use your water to wash away the dirt on me," Jonathan requested.

Fox manipulated a stream of water to gently brush away the bloodstains on Jonathan's mask, grumbling, "You should've stood farther away during the explosion."