great-warnovel Chapter 176 The Liquidation of Torn Space and Deep-Sea Coordinates
Chapter 176 The Liquidation of Torn Space and Deep-Sea Coordinates
Jiangzhou. Panlongshan Villa, three underground floors.
The underground rock layer, originally covered with array patterns and said to be able to withstand a direct hit from a bunker-buster missile, was now melted by some kind of violent, high-temperature radiation, leaving a pitch-black hole five meters in diameter. Orange-red magma was still dripping from the rocks at the edges.
Lin Zhen was pinned to the load-bearing wall by two thick titanium alloy nails. His legs were missing from the knees down, the cuts charred black. The bodies of the three guards from the Celestial Surveillance Bureau were thrown into the corner like rags, their necks twisted into pretzel shapes.
A burly man, over 2.2 meters tall, with muscles that gleamed with a grayish-white metallic sheen, grabbed Lu Qingxue by the neck with one hand and pressed her against a strangely shaped machine.
That was an S-class genetic experiment subject, codenamed 03, created by the S.H.I.E.L.D. at a cost of three billion US dollars.
Lu Qingxue's once pure and serene face was now deathly pale, devoid of any color.
A transparent tube emitting a faint blue light pierced her collarbone and stabbed into the meridians in her chest.
The dark red Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow was being drawn drop by drop into a vacuum-sealed container at the rear of the instrument through the tube.
With each drop drawn, Lu Qingxue's body would convulse violently. The Nine Yin Meridians within her body, no longer suppressed, released a bone-chilling cold that instantly formed a thick layer of frost on her eyebrows and hair.
But she bit her lower lip tightly. Blood dripped from her chin onto the metal casing of the instrument, but she didn't utter a single cry of pain. She was afraid that making a sound would distract her brother, who was far away in the capital.
"Such a tough little girl."
Richard stood beside the instruments. He was wearing a well-tailored, bespoke suit and holding a glass of red wine.
He lifted his foot and used the sole of his leather shoe to crush the charred flesh on Lin Zhen's broken leg.
"Director Lin, the hospitality of your Chinese people is truly lacking. I knocked on the door for ages, but the outer minefield wouldn't even open a crack. I had no choice but to dig a hole at the foot of the mountain to get in, since the higher-ups in the Sirius region gave me a geological map."
Lin Zhen was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam directly onto Richard's trouser leg.
"Richard... if you dare touch Miss Qingxue... Mr. Lu will scatter the ashes of your entire SHIELD corporation..."
Richard nonchalantly patted his trouser leg, tilted his head back, and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.
"That cultivator named Lu Yuan?"
Richard casually smashed the empty glass against the wall, letting out a harsh, cold laugh.
"He's probably already dried up into a corpse by now in the chain formation of Xishan. Even if he's lucky enough to survive, by the time he buys a plane ticket from the capital and flies back to Jiangzhou, this [Star Pulse Extraction Device] will have already drained the extreme fire dragon marrow from that girl's body."
Richard stared at the dark red liquid churning inside the sealed jar, his eyes filled with undisguised greed.
"This is a top-grade material for refining S-class gene potions. With this jar of dragon marrow, the Crimson Altar at the Pacific Ocean High Seas headquarters can be completely completed. At that time, when the Sect Master descends from another realm, your entire Earth will have to kneel down and become his dogs."
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Number 03. Turn the power up to the maximum. Drain her completely."
The burly, gray-haired man pressed a red button.
The suction in the catheter tripled instantly.
Lu Qingxue's eyes completely lost focus. The extreme cold and the excruciating pain of having her bones and marrow drained brought her consciousness to the brink of unconsciousness.
Just one second before the Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow was about to be completely drained.
The air in the basement suddenly stopped moving.
This is not a metaphor. It refers to absolute stillness in a physical sense.
The white smoke blowing out of the instrument's exhaust port, the blood dripping from Lin Zhen's wound, and even the dust in the air were all suspended in mid-air.
Richard's smile froze on his face. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but his vocal cords could not produce any sound.
Click!
Suddenly, a loud crash of shattering glass echoed from the void before him.
A black chasm, more than ten meters long, suddenly tore open in the center of the basement without warning.
Immediately afterwards, two slender hands reached out from the gap, grabbed the edge of the space, and pulled sharply to both sides.
The black spatial turbulence, carrying an extremely cold killing intent, poured directly into the basement. The high-grade soundproofing material on the walls was instantly pulverized into powder finer than flour upon contact with the turbulence.
Lu Yuan stepped out.
His black windbreaker still carried the smell of gunpowder from Chang'an Avenue in Beijing, and his military boots creaked dully as they trod on the ruins.
Richard's blue eyes bulged out of their sockets, and the muscles in his face were completely out of control.
He recognized the face. He'd seen it countless times in the top-secret files of the S.H.I.E.L.D. conglomerate.
But the file says that this person was in Beijing, a thousand kilometers away, just ten minutes ago!
Without any radar warning! Without any means of transportation! It simply tore through space with its bare hands to traverse thousands of miles! What kind of monster is this!
"Number 03! Kill him! Open fire!"
Richard screamed so hard his voice cracked.
The burly, gray-white man who was gripping Lu Qingxue let out a non-human roar. The S-class mutant, costing a billion US dollars and capable of flipping a main battle tank with one hand, released Lu Qingxue, swung his fist, as big as a casserole dish, and smashed it hard towards Lu Yuan's head.
The force of the punch created a white sonic boom cloud in the air.
Lu Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.
He did not activate his true energy, nor did he use any magical artifacts.
He simply raised his right hand casually, fingers spread, and slapped it away at the massive, metallic fist.
boom!
The sound of the two forces colliding was like a heavy cannon shot hitting an iron bucket full of tofu.
The gray-haired, muscular man's metallic arm, which was said to be able to withstand depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, shattered inch by inch from the finger bones the moment it touched Lu Yuan's palm.
Bone fragments mixed with grayish-white tissue fluid rolled backward.
Next comes the shoulders. Then the chest. And then the legs.
Less than 0.1 seconds.
This S-class genetic test subject didn't even have time to scream before he was flattened by an incomprehensible surge of kinetic energy.
The body slammed into the load-bearing wall behind it. The entire wall caved in half a meter deep.
Number 03 had been turned into a meat patty, less than two millimeters thick, pressed tightly against the wall. Blood gushed down the cracks in the wall.
Richard's kneecaps clattered loudly on the floor.
His legs were completely useless, and he knelt directly in the shards of glass. A large amount of yellow liquid instantly gushed out from his crotch, dripping down his trouser legs and splashing onto the floor tiles.
Lu Yuan didn't look at him.
He walked straight to the instrument.
He didn't pull out the catheter. Forcibly removing it would only tear apart Lu Qingxue's already fragile meridians.
Lu Yuan extended his index finger and gently traced a line at the end of the catheter.
The special alloy connector connecting the sealed container snapped instantly. The true essence of the Mahayana stage flowed directly back into the container through the conduit.
The extracted Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow, enveloped by true essence, flowed back into Lu Qingxue's body along its original path.
Not only that.
Lu Yuan opened his left hand. The drop of Nine-Colored Star Domain Origin he had drawn back from the Sirius Star Domain appeared in his palm.
He cut off a tiny fragment, smaller than a needle tip, mixed it with the dragon marrow, and injected it into his sister's meridians.
The white frost on Lu Qingxue's eyebrows instantly disappeared.
The originally depleted Nine Yin Profound Meridians, nourished by that little bit of Star Domain Origin, not only stabilized its injuries, but even directly crossed the threshold of mortals and began to circulate and breathe in the spiritual energy of the heavens on its own.
Lu Yuan reached out and caught his sister who had collapsed.
"elder brother......"
Lu Qingxue opened her eyes, her voice barely audible.
"You're not dead...that's good..."
The little girl's tense nerves completely relaxed, and she tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep in Lu Yuan's arms.
Lu Yuan took off his windbreaker and wrapped it tightly around his sister.
He carefully placed Lu Qingxue on the leather sofa beside him. His fingers quickly traced patterns in the air, and a small defensive array plate was placed around the sofa, emitting a faint blue light.
After doing all this.
Lu Yuan turned around. His gaze fell on Richard, who was kneeling on the ground.
The temperature in the basement plummeted to absolute zero. Moisture on the walls instantly froze into ice flowers, crackling and sputtering.
Richard desperately tried to shrink back, his back slamming into the broken-down machine.
"Mr. Lu...this is a misunderstanding!"
Richard roared incoherently, his face covered in snot and tears.
"We, the S.H.I.E.L.D., are willing to pay compensation! One billion... no! Ten billion US dollars! We have hundreds of laboratories around the world! Whatever resources you need, we'll give you! I am the highest-ranking executive in Asia. If you kill me, the conglomerate's nuclear weapons will be targeted at China..."
Lu Yuan walked up to Richard.
He looked down at the blond, blue-eyed white man.
"You just said you'd use my sister's blood to build a crimson altar at the headquarters on the high seas."
Lu Yuan's voice was perfectly calm, without any inflection. But that was the most terrifying thing.
There was no roaring. No gnashing of teeth. Only a deathly silence, like someone preparing to pour boiling water on an anthill.
"I...I was just making it up! I don't know anything! The coordinates are top secret!"
Richard shook his head frantically, clutching his head tightly with both hands.
Lu Yuan reached out, grabbed Richard's blond hair, and lifted the 1.9-meter-tall man off the ground. His feet were dangling in the air.
"You inferior creature with a brain capacity less than half that of a pig. You think I can't get the address just because you don't tell me?"
Lu Yuan pressed his left thumb directly onto Richard's forehead.
Soul-searching technique.
A powerful, utterly unreasonable Mahayana-stage divine consciousness transformed directly into a barbed steel knife, plunging fiercely into Richard's cerebral cortex.
"ah!"
Richard let out the most agonizing scream of his life. Blackish-red blood gushed from all seven of his orifices at the same time.
Memories flashed wildly through Lu Yuan's mind like a fast-forwarded movie.
High seas of the Pacific Ocean. 142 degrees east longitude, 35 degrees north latitude. Abyssal rift.
A 500-meter-long nuclear-powered mothership is moored on the sea surface, disguised as a deep-sea drilling platform.
The scene descends. At a depth of seven thousand meters underwater.
A massive altar, constructed from fragments of the Guixu Boundary Stone and the skeleton of a colossal dragon, was radiating a dense red light. The altar's array patterns were extremely ancient, frantically draining the essence of Earth's last underwater dragon vein.
The group of conglomerate executives, dressed in white coats and suits, were bowing and worshipping a broken wooden plaque that floated in the center of the altar.
The wooden plaque is engraved with the totem of the Blood River Sect of the Sirius Star Region.
The final scene shows Richard receiving the highest order: at all costs, drain the Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow from Lu Qingxue's body to complete the final link of the altar and welcome the arrival of the Blood River Sect Master's avatar.
Information read complete.
Lu Yuan withdrew his divine sense.
Richard's brain had been violently churned into a mess. His eyes rolled back, and he was foaming at the mouth, but thanks to the advanced gene serum, he was still breathing heavily.
Lu Yuan looked at Richard's distorted face.
"You died too quickly. You got off too easily."
The true essence of the Mahayana stage condensed at his fingertips. A black lotus mark was directly slapped into Richard's brow.
Soul-Devouring Death Curse Seal.
Moreover, it's a specially made version that Lu Yuan enhanced with the essence of the star field.
Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours.
Lu Yuan released his grip. Richard collapsed onto the glass-sharded ground like a lump of mud.
"Every cell in your body, every nerve ending, will be burned to ashes inch by inch by the yin fire. Modern medical painkillers will be useless against you. You won't be able to commit suicide even if you want to. Your soul will be locked inside your body, and you will consciously experience what it means to be slowly tortured to death."
Richard's body suddenly straightened into a backward arch shape.
The moment the yin fire entered his body, he was even stripped of the strength to scream. Only a hissing sound like a broken bellows could be heard from his throat. His ten fingers dug into the floor so hard that his nails all curled up and broke, drawing shocking bloody streaks on the ground.
Lu Yuan didn't bother to look at it again.
He lifted his right foot.
The sole of the leather shoe landed directly on Richard's head.
There was no fluctuation of true essence. It relied entirely on the purest power of the Mahayana stage physical body.
Click!
The sound of skull shattering echoed in the empty basement. Richard's head was crushed like a rotten watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the floor.
The remnant soul, tormented by the death curse, burst forth the moment its head shattered, and was about to let out a desperate wail when it was instantly shredded into nothingness by the gale whipped up by the Nine Heavens Gathering Spirit Array.
Completely and utterly destroyed, both in body and spirit.
Lu Yuan turned around and walked to the wall.
Lin Zhen's breathing was almost stopped. Excessive blood loss had turned this tough man's face ashen, and his heart was beating as slowly as a clock about to run out of power.
Lu Yuan took out a low-grade healing pill from the old man with the dry corpse in the Sirius Star Region from his storage ring.
He wouldn't even bother looking at such trash normally. But on Earth, it's more than enough to keep a mortal alive.
With a flick of a finger.
The pill was shot directly into Lin Zhen's mouth.
The potent medicinal power dissipated instantly. The bleeding from Lin Zhen's severed leg stopped immediately. The charred granulation tissue began to regrow at a visible rate. Although it couldn't completely regenerate his limb, it had at least pulled him back from the brink of death.
Lin Zhen coughed violently twice and opened his heavy eyelids.
He saw shattered glass everywhere, a thin meat pie on the load-bearing wall, and a headless corpse on the ground.
"Mr. Lu... Mr. Lu..."
Lin Zhen's voice was completely hoarse.
"This place is no longer safe. Half of the foundation of the formation has been destroyed."
Lu Yuan walked to the sofa, bent down and picked up the unconscious Lu Qingxue.
"I just injected something into her body. With her current physical strength, a regular sniper bullet wouldn't even break her skin."
Lu Yuan turned to look at Lin Zhen.
"Contact Chu Jianguo. Have him send a special plane from the defense zone to take Qingxue to the Chu family's underground bunker in Beijing. Tell him that if my sister loses even a single hair in Beijing, I will level the ground in Beijing by ten meters."
Lin Zhen struggled to lift his head, his fingers digging desperately into the cracks in the wall.
"Mr. Lu, then you..."
Lu Yuan did not answer.
His gaze passed through the breach in the rock strata of the basement and looked towards the horizon in the southeast sky.
That's the direction of the Pacific Ocean.
"I just promised Mr. Li in Beijing that I would help them dispose of their garbage."
Lu Yuan freed one hand. He formed his five fingers into a claw and dug fiercely into the void in front of him.
A teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out again. An even larger spatial rift than before was forcibly ripped open. Inside, turbulent spatial currents, powerful enough to shred a heavy battleship, churned.
"I'm going to the high seas."
Lu Yuan stepped onto the edge of the crack, his short black hair dancing wildly in the void wind.
"The nuclear-powered mothership of the S.H.I.E.L.D. in Asia. And that dilapidated altar on the seabed pieced together from the bones of a dragon."
"Tonight. All to the bottom."