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Chapter 689 Guts with Two Hearts and Three Lungs, Zhao Zhuikong Version of Casca
“Gus.” Bosch walked over and looked at the miserable state of the man.

Blind, missing an arm, his face streaked with tears.

It's too awful.

It's so miserable.

A strong man was tortured like this.

Griffith, who has to eat at the same table as Muzan all year round, is utterly disgusting and heinous!
Even when Griffith slept with Guts during the Eclipse, this wasn't the prevailing opinion.

"To obtain the Hand of Vengeance, one cannot do without hands and eyes."

With a flick of his finger, Zhuang Boshi sent his true energy through the air, and Guss felt a tremendous force rush into his limbs and bones.

In just a moment, Guss raised his head blankly and removed the gauze.

He touched his eyes, and his left eye, which had been gouged out, had grown back. Then, he looked down at his intact hands, clenched his fists, and swung them forcefully.

"I'm back!" Gus's heart pounded.

His hands and eyes were restored so easily, which completely overturned his understanding. This miracle almost made him feel intoxicated for a moment.

What immense power this is!

But he immediately came to his senses. Guts thought of Griffith, who had been tortured into a human stump and restored his physical body through sacrifice, and the ecstasy on his face vanished instantly.

"Is there really no cost?" Guts murmured.

He got it too easily.

“Maybe, but I definitely don’t need anything from you,” Zhuang Boshi said.

"Also, do you really think this will be enough to defeat Fremont?"

"He can control space and gravity, while you only have muscles and armor?"

Gus fell silent, looking at his hands, and said, "I will not give up."

"Even if my hands don't work, I'll use my feet and my teeth."

This resolute man, even after experiencing such painful events, was able to immediately regain his fighting spirit.

“Not bad, really not bad,” Zhuang Boshi said with a smile.

No wonder he's a warrior who consistently ranks in the top three of the list of true men in the world of anime.

"Since we need you to kill a god, then we will give you the power to do so!"

Bosch Zhuang came up with a good idea.

He took out a long-forgotten jar from his spatial bracelet.

"The beginning of your superhuman strength."

"Organ strengthening through 22 surgeries, and the most precious genetic seed."

"A super soldier with two hearts and three lungs!"

"In this world, he could be called a demigod!"

A hint of emotion flashed in Zhuang Boshi's eyes.

The gene seed in his hand came from Sorayan.

The super soldier who accompanied him through his initial period of weakness.

Since Zhuang Boshi was killed by Rosolayan in Resident Evil 2 and perished together with Zhao Zhuikong, Zhuang Boshi has not created another Astartes.

After all, the Space Marines were no longer able to keep up with his combat power.

But Bosch has kept Sorayan's genetic seed.

At this moment, he plans to implant this gene seed into Gus's body.

A true warrior will not dishonor it!

"Are you ready?" Bosch asked Gus.

"what?"

Gus was taken aback: "Now?"

In the poems and legends sung by wandering poets, isn't the inheritance of power always about going through trials and tribulations and overcoming many disasters before one can obtain power?
They gave it to me the moment we met.

“But Casca—” He looked into the depths of the jungle with some concern.

“I have limited time.” Zhuang Boshi had no time to concern himself with his personal feelings.

A touch to Gus's brow, and he immediately fainted.

At that moment, the Skeleton Knight appeared beside him.

He asked in astonishment, "Excuse me, are there really god-killers in the world?"

He had just wanted Gus to understand the enemy he was fighting.

Unexpectedly, a mysterious man appeared out of nowhere and intercepted Gus.

He hadn't shown himself just now; the mysterious man had cleaved through the clouds with a single blow—something he'd only ever seen with the Hand of God.

He has fought against the Hand of God for a thousand years, always alone, and has never seen anything that can rival it.

Now, he has finally met him.

But why?
If there is a god-slayer, why didn't he appear during the first Eclipse a thousand years ago?

Without turning his head, Zhuang Boshi said, "I am just a traveler."

"Of course, these divine hands and the abyss are also outsiders."

"What?!" the skeleton knight exclaimed.

He is Garcelic, the overlord who unified the continent a thousand years ago. He fought against the Hand of God for a millennium, and his will is now unbreakable.

But at that moment, he seemed to have been struck by lightning.

It turns out that the abyss that was fighting against me was always an outsider?
No wonder humans have no ability to fight back!
They are the invaders!!

Ignoring the Skeleton Knight's chaos, Zhuang Boshi ripped Guts apart in one swift motion.

"Huh?!" The Skeleton Knight was increasingly confused.

"What are you doing?"

"It's just a minor surgery, don't be surprised," Zhuang Boshi said.

"If you weren't just a skeleton living in armor right now."

"You can perform this surgery too."

Zhuang Boshi was full of confidence.

It's worth noting that he personally performed Sorayan's surgery.

He had also seen Old Huang's book, "Detailed Explanation of Astartes Reconstruction Surgery".

Therefore, he returned to his old profession with ease.

Moreover, his current microscopic abilities have reached the quark level.

Let alone the Astartes surgery, even micromanipulating the gene chain to transform Guts into a vampire marquis would not be a problem.

Thus, the Skeleton Knight witnessed Guts being cut into pieces and then reassembled.

One by one, brand-new modified organs were inserted into the body.

A second heart, a black carapace, a nerve fiber enhancer...

Zhuang Bosch also gave Guss a two-piece set from the Middle Kingdom.

T-virus enhancement and second-order gene lock evolution agent.

Zhuang Boshi even stuffed all the experimental pills he had refined in his spare time into Gus's mouth.

For Bosch today, building an Astartes is simpler than an old man making a slew of imperial armor.

With his added enhancements, Guts was less an Astartes and more a super-modified human comparable to the Imperial Guard.

Many of the experimental results from the Zhongzhou team were used on him.

Gus was reassembled in less than three minutes.

The true energy was infused into the body, the organs matured, and all wounds healed.

Looking at this giant who was already over three meters tall, Zhuang Boshi nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, even after not having cooked for so long, your skills haven't become rusty."

The next moment, Guts woke up again.

Gus's consciousness seemed to struggle to rise from the deep sea, his eyelids as heavy as lead.

He blinked blankly, his vision clearing as he looked away. The first thing he saw was Zhuang Boshi's pair of heavenly eyes.

“I…” he began.

But he found that his voice had become low and hoarse, like polished steel.

Immediately afterwards, a strange sense of power surged through his limbs and bones, causing him to subconsciously lower his head.

As far as the eye could see, there was a pair of arms that were nearly three times thicker than before, with muscles bulging like the gnarled roots of an old tree, and magma seemingly flowing slowly beneath the skin.

"Congratulations, the surgery was a success." Zhuang Boshi's voice was as calm as ever, and he waved his hand.

Suddenly, a mirror formed from condensed water mist appeared in the air. Its smooth surface clearly reflected Guts's appearance.

Gus froze abruptly.

The person in the mirror, his face was still vaguely his face.

But his body has completely transformed. He is over three meters tall, with shoulders as wide as a door panel, and a neck as thick as an average person's waist. Every muscle looks as if it has been hammered by the most skilled blacksmith, full of explosive power and exuding a heavy, weighty feel.

He clenched his fists instinctively, his knuckles cracking, and he could clearly feel the force of his bones rubbing together—a brute force powerful enough to easily crush fine iron.

Take a deep breath, and the air flows down your throat into your lungs, so long that it feels like you can inhale all the air from an entire street in one breath.

My chest felt warm, as if my two hearts were resonating in unison, like a flame that would never burn out.

“This…” Gus’s pupils dilated sharply, followed by an overwhelming surge of excitement.

He suddenly turned around and threw a punch at the woods beside him!
There are no fancy techniques, just the purest burst of power.

Rumble!
The sharp whistling sound that tore through the air had barely begun when a grove of trees ten meters away collapsed in response!
The tree trunks in the front row, as thick as a bowl, looked as if they had been cleaved by a giant axe, snapping cleanly, with wood chips flying like arrows from the broken ends.

Even more terrifying was that the force of the punch, still lingering, transformed into an invisible wave of energy that swept away into the distance.

The bushes hundreds of meters away were instantly flattened, even the withered leaves on the branches were blown off, forming a swirling yellow vortex in the air. Guts looked at his fist, then at the ravaged forest in the distance, and for the first time, an almost fanatical light ignited in his single eye.

He could feel that the power contained within this body was more than a thousand times stronger than in his previous state!
Moreover, a warm, gentle flow was indeed flowing in my lower abdomen.

“Now, you barely qualify to challenge the Hand of God.” Zhuang Boshi looked at his reaction, a very faint smile curving his lips, a rare expression of satisfaction.

A perfectly enhanced warrior.

To enhance Guts' resistance to and ability to use the Hand of God, Zhuang Boshi even placed the external golden elixir developed by Chu Xuan into Guts' dantian.

Even if he can't become a cultivator, Guts, who possesses true essence, is no longer someone that an apostle can contend with.

Gus slowly raised his head, the confusion in his single eye completely fading away, leaving only a burning fighting spirit.

He bowed deeply to Zhuang Boshi, his hoarse voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Thank you!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly bent his knees and pushed off the ground with both feet.

"boom!"

The rocks beneath his feet shattered instantly, and Guts shot up like a cannonball, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air before punching a boulder further away.

With a deafening roar, the massive boulder, weighing several tons, was smashed into dust. Amidst the flying debris, Gus landed on the ground, his aura a hundred times more formidable than before.

He knew that from this moment on, Griffith, who had once driven him to despair, was no longer an unattainable nightmare.

This newborn body contains not only power, but also the confidence to once again grasp his destiny.

But before that, there was one more thing.

Zhuang Boshi thought Guts had gone off to do something else. Half a minute later, he came running back carrying an unconscious girl and pleaded, "Please, Godslayer, save Casca."

Suddenly, Zhuang Boshi remembered that there was also this female lead.

"Never mind, I'll see this through to the end." Zhuang Boshi thought for a moment, but then hesitated.

"However, I don't have much experience in treating mental illness."

How to cure Casca?
Transforming her into an Astartes would essentially solve the problem.

Whether they're mentally ill or cowardly, they'll all become tough guys after the transformation.

But Bosch only has one gene seed in his body.

Moreover, Guts would definitely not be willing to transform Casca into a burly, rugged man.

To be honest, any mentalist could easily manipulate it.

Whether it's altering memories or forcibly healing psychological trauma, Casca can be cured in just a few minutes.

For Zhuang Boshi, removing her curse and restoring her to her original state was not difficult, but curing her inner demons was more troublesome.

Of course, it's just a bit troublesome.

If conventional methods aren't working in time, then let's try something drastic.

He also carried gene fragments stolen from the Zhao family in the real world, so he embedded the most insane gene fragments into the Casca gene helix.

Rather than being weak and delicate, it's better to go completely insane.

After completing the surgery on Casca, Bosch realized it was almost time to return.

Ignoring the consequences, he directly used a reversal spell to completely heal Casca.

At that moment, the beam of light descended, and Zhuang Boshi slowly floated into the air.

Suddenly, he thought of something, his energy condensed, and he forcefully resisted the teleportation of the main god.

"Oh, right." Zhuang Boshi tossed out another set of equipment.

"This is Sorayan's power armor, which has been gathering dust in my bracelet."

"gave it to you."

"There's also a bomb gun with unlimited ammo, and a precision-engineered chainsaw sword."

"See the instruction manual for details!"

"gone."

He resisted the God's teleportation for a full five seconds before releasing the suppression.

The beam of light receded into the void like a silver chain, and Zhuang Boshi's figure completely disappeared at the end of the halo.

Guts gripped the edge of the cold armor, his eyes filled with confusion.

Why did they leave so suddenly?

The skeleton knight's bone helmet spun, its empty eye sockets gazing in the direction where the pillar of light had vanished, its hoarse voice carrying a hint of complexity: "A traveler from beyond the world."

“Gus.” The skeleton knight tapped his breastplate lightly with his bone claws.

"Originally, I just wanted to give you the Overlord's Armor..."

"It seems you are now better armed."

Guts lowered his head and stroked the armor; he had never seen such intricate armor before.

An indescribable fascination rose from the bottom of his heart. For a warrior, fine armor and weapons are companions more important than life itself.

Just then, a very soft sound entered his ears, as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it struck Guss's heart like a thunderclap.

“Guss…”

He turned his head sharply and saw Casca slowly standing up, supporting himself against the rock wall.

Her eyes were no longer the empty sockets they had been before; the sunlight reflected in her pupils, and a faint smile played on her lips—a radiance Guts hadn't seen in a long time.

"Casca, you're awake!" Gus almost staggered as he rushed over, his arms instinctively reaching out to wrap around her, but he stopped abruptly halfway.

His current body is over three meters tall, and his arms are as thick as Casca's waist. If he were to hug her, he would probably embed her directly into his arms.

He awkwardly withdrew his hand and scratched the back of his head.

Kaska looked at his massive, giant-like body, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then smiled: "You've changed so much."

“I encountered… a godkiller, who modified my body.” Guts looked down at Casca, not quite used to speaking like this.

"Needless to say, I was conscious just now." Casca's voice was soft, but suddenly turned cold, the smile in his eyes vanished instantly, leaving only an icy chill.

"Do you still remember?" Gus asked cautiously.

"That sacrificial ceremony?"

“Hahaha, Griffiths, of course I remember.” She chuckled, her contempt almost overflowing, as if she didn’t care about what had happened back then.

"He is short and small."

"It's just garbage."

Gus was stunned.

In my memory, Casca was carefree and would blush over the smallest things, and would cry while hugging his knees after a battle.

But the ruthlessness in her eyes was more chilling than any vicious person he had ever met.

But then he thought about it again and felt it was only natural; after what she had gone through, it was normal for her personality to change so drastically.

"See him next time." Casca suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the air, the movement both flippant and cruel.

"I want to cut off his thing down there."

Gus froze, instinctively clutching his lower abdomen, his single eye filled with astonishment.

"What? You don't want revenge?" Casca raised an eyebrow at him.

"How is this possible!" Guts' voice rose instantly as the horrific scene of the Band of the Hawk dying flashed through his mind.

"Jetto, Bibin, Gorkas... I will avenge them all!"

"That's good then." Casca's smile reappeared, but it was colder than before.

Let his blood wash away the marks he branded us.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly darkened.

A dense chorus of howls echoed from the distant wasteland—the roars of demons, more intense than ever before, as if the entire land was awakening.

Gus's expression hardened, and he turned around to grab the armor from the ground and put it on.

Unexpectedly, the armor was far too complicated, and he spent a long time fiddling with it but still couldn't figure out how to put it on.

What Guts didn't know was that in the Warhammer universe, an Astartes suit requires at least two servants.

He was gritting his teeth as he put on his leg guards when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of silver light out of the corner of his eye.

When they turned around, they saw that the evil spirits that had rushed from the wasteland were all lying on the ground.

Each one was cleaved in two, black blood gushing out like a fountain, but they didn't even have time to let out a single scream.

Casca stood before the pile of corpses, her right hand gripping a tree branch, the tip of which was still dripping black blood.

“This…” Gus was completely stunned.

He thought Casca had simply regained her senses, but he never expected her power to become so terrifying.

Casca kicked aside the mangled body at his feet, his smile growing even brighter, tinged with an almost morbid excitement: "So weak."

She slowly raised her head, looked up at the gloomy sky, and her gaze locked precisely on the blurry figure deep in the clouds.

Griffith, the Eagle of Light, hovered there, his face, more beautiful than a woman's, so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

He had just noticed that Guts and Casca's fates had taken a dramatic turn and wanted to come and intervene.

But after just one glance at the man from afar, she froze, too afraid to take another step.

At that time, he sought help from other Hands of God, but received no response.

They were all afraid of him!

Even though he has left this world now, they still fear the creations he left behind.

Gus and Casca!

“Whether you’re called Fremont or Griffith now,” Casca’s voice wasn’t loud, but it seemed to have a penetrating quality.

"I hope you can provide me with more fun."

She licked her lips, her eyes flashing with blue light: "Otherwise, I'll make you suffer a terrible death."

The road to revenge has only just begun.

(End of this chapter)