Ark Chess Player.

At the same time, another problem arose in front of him.

One task is to rescue Zoya's companions.

On the other hand... it was one of the sources that ended this disaster.

How to do?

Chapter 127 I am not skilled in swordsmanship

"If it were you, what would you choose..."

Lin Lu looked at the girl who was barely managing to perk up, but quickly shook his head.

This problem was too cruel for Zoya. On one hand, it involved her companions, and on the other hand, it involved the city and even potential threats to the world.

Mr. Lin is not some lousy PhD; how could he possibly throw the trolley problem at a child?

So-called moral values ​​are often diluted under harsh living conditions, so it is already a rare thing that this child has been able to maintain his nature.

Zoya has done enough.

"Really... I'm not good at swordsmanship."

Lin Lu scratched his head and finally came to a conclusion.

Only children make choices; I want them all!

Quickly eliminate the infected mothers of these four Reunion soldiers, and then go rescue the others.

"Wait for me here."

Lin Lu patted the girl's head and emphasized, "Don't use magic. If you don't want to become like them, never cast a spell again."

Based on the data provided by the Spirit Realm, Lin Lu was relieved that the girl had not been infected with the seeds of evil by Mephisto, but he also observed that the girl's spiritual power had been damaged to its core.

Zoya seemed stunned by the slap, and the constant stinging in her head felt a little better. She stared blankly at Lin Lu's back.

What a strange man.

The girl thought to herself.

Lin Lu strode forward, examining the weapons of the unicorn Sarkaz: a black sword and a red sword.

The black blade was rugged and wild, while the red blade was long and sharp; both exuded a strong aura of blood, as if the sheaths were filled with blood.

Perhaps, as the Sarkaz warriors said, these two killing blades did indeed slay princes and generals, shattering their resentment and anger, which then clung to the blades.

Lin Lu held the menacing-looking Demon-Slaying Katana Pillar upright in front of him, its length nearly a meter and a half, making it far too inconvenient to wield for his size. He wasn't some Sarkaz samurai, standing 1.9 meters tall with explosive muscles, a muscular chest, and a waist thinner than a girl's… Damn it, I want to be taller too!

A strong negative energy emanated from Lin Lu, making it instantly unclear who the true mother of the herd was.

Lin Lu channeled his spiritual energy into the katana, integrating the Originium Arts engraved on it into his spiritual domain, making it usable.

Rather than stealing, it's more like using the purest Originium energy to awaken the weapon's memories... To put it bluntly, it's all about money. If you encounter an unusable Originium Arts device, it means you haven't paid enough.

"Originium Arts: Blood Oath".

Blood-red flames rose from the katana, whipping up a gale that whipped up the hem of Lin Lu's black trench coat, while the dimly lit Ark Drive was wrapped around his waist. Lin Lu could almost feel the demon-slaying sword cheering, leaping with joy, excited, and yearning to drink the blood of its enemies.

Within the Spirit Realm's vision, the four strangely behaving infected mothers, like hungry wolves spotting their prey, froze for a second, red light emanating from their eyes, and then, as if machines were starting up, charged towards Lin Lu. The Originium was their kinetic energy, providing a continuous flow of power to their limbs, pushing their mobility beyond the host's limits.

A thick, dark gray fog swept in, and the black blade deeply embedded in the ground emitted even brighter blood flames, causing Lin Lu to frown.

"This is... an extremely high concentration of Originium particles?" Lin Lu analyzed. "Is this how Mephisto manipulates magic...?"

For ordinary people, staying in the gray fog for less than ten minutes would cause their blood's Originium crystal density to exceed the limit, resulting in Oripathy. This is the most deadly toxin, which, after being processed by the human body, transforms into biochemical toxic gas, with a radiation index even higher than that of severely affected areas during natural disasters.

Lin Lu, shrouded in gray mist, was at this moment—

"Whew... Ha... That's powerful."

Lin Lu took a deep breath, slowly exhaled a wisp of white mist, smacked his lips, and felt quite satisfied.

It felt like I was holding a chili pepper in my mouth, the stinging sensation spreading throughout my mouth, and my tongue feeling a little numb. Turns out it was a Sichuan peppercorn.

Aside from that, she didn't feel any other discomfort. After all, Lin Lu was a ruthless person who dared to extract Originium energy from a spell as malicious as the Seed of Evil. How could something like this possibly have any effect on him? Luckily, Zoya was waiting behind them, otherwise this little girl who had overdrawn her mental energy would probably have died on the spot.

Lin Lu stared ahead; visibility was extremely low, and a dark, thick fog obscured the surroundings.

If it weren't for the flames erupting from the black blade, Lin Lu wouldn't even be able to see his own hand.

"If you can't see it, then don't look at it."

Lin Lu closed his eyes, gripped the scabbard with his left hand, and pressed his right hand against the hilt of the red sword, his breathing steady. A faint silver-white figure appeared behind him, opening its emerald green eyes.

He reduced the coverage area of ​​his spiritual domain, from the initial three thousand meters to three hundred meters, and finally only a three-meter radius centered on his body.

Even if God wanted to reach out his hand, Lin Lu could chop Him off with a single stroke from those three meters!

"Sa——"

A part of the infected mother body melted into the gray mist and fell from above Lin Lu's head. His arms had turned into ore, and the parts that replaced his hands were sharp edges.

Lin Lu kept his eyes closed; his only movement was...

Draw the knife.

Draw your sword, facing straight ahead.

The crimson flames transformed into an illusory fire dragon that soared into the sky. Its enormous maw bit the mother creature that was attacking from above, slamming it viciously down in front of Lin Lu.

Lin Lu's decision to draw his sword based on his advance prediction was correct; he knew his enemy would be dragged to his side and executed.

The blazing katana struck the infected mother's body with a clanging sound, as if cutting through a block of iron. The mother's cells had almost completely fused with Originium, meaning she was essentially a walking piece of ore, with only a wisp of human flesh remaining on her side.

Lin Lu seemed to be able to hallucinate the other party's wails, which were the torment and pain of having his whole body stuffed with stones, which were still writhing and rubbing against his flesh.

"rest in peace……"

Lin Lu sighed softly, and surging blood flames rose onto the blade.

He tossed aside the scabbard, pressed his left hand against the black knife stuck in the ground, as if he were drawing out inch by inch of its cold light.

"Originium Arts: Blade Demon".

Lin Lu's body spun in a circle, his black blade gleaming with a crimson sheen and a fierce, cold light, simultaneously slashing down the three shadowy figures attacking from all directions. The blades deeply sliced ​​open the bodies of the infected mothers. With each infected mother he struck, the blood flames on his twin blades burned ever hotter, and the soaring dragon formed by the converging flames became ever clearer.

The ultimate Originium Arts technique transforms flames into form, giving them life, and imbuing magic with life.

Lin Lu raised his left hand, which was holding the black sword, high, extracting the high concentration of Originium particles that permeated the air, converting them into the purest Originium energy, and injecting it into Originium Arts.

In an instant, the dragon formed from condensed flames opened its non-existent eyes, its flame-covered head raised high, and it let out a furious roar.

The dragon soared high into the sky, then swooped down like a meteor, accompanied by Lin Lu's heavy swing of his black blade, and the city streets were once again bathed in flames.

Zoya collapsed to the ground, gazing at the surging flames in the distance, and slowly lowered the hand that was holding the revolver staff.

"Who are you..."

The girl looked at the figure standing firm amidst the flames and murmured to herself.

Chapter 128 Human Nature

Rooftop of an abandoned military and police building in Upper Chernobog.

An atmosphere of despair permeated the area; the grotesque, twisted, stitched-together monster seemed never to fall, its fused limbs flailing wildly.

No matter how much Valery, with his one arm, swung his hammer, he could not smash its bloated, obese body, nor could he truly damage its essence.

"Get out of the way, Valery!"

Montagni once again charged into the fray, shield in hand. He had already thrown his saber aside; if he hadn't been holding the shield with both hands, he wouldn't have been able to withstand even a single blow.

The Frankenstein's fist sank deep into the shield, and the violent vibrations caused Montani to stagger backward, his numb legs stomping the floor repeatedly to barely dissipate the force.

Each punch from the Stitched Monster seemed designed to shake off the extra limbs from its arms, each strike potentially fatal. Once it was bare or felt it wasn't enough, it would devour the infected that followed, turning them into fat.

Even with Jaeger intercepting a large number of irrational infected on the next floor, Montani couldn't even imagine what would happen if this monster were allowed to devour all the infected.

"Get out of the way."

Among the military and police present, the only one who could pose a threat to the monster was actually the seemingly most inconspicuous Old Fei.

The old man held an ice axe, which he conjured into a sharp ice spear, and attacked the monster.

Originium Arts trigger devices come in all sorts of forms, even books, so it's not surprising.

The ice spear pierced the back of the monster's head, tearing up a lot of flesh and blood, but unfortunately it didn't manage to bury even half of it.

The Stitches raised its hand and crushed the ice spear. Montagnier discovered that the bowl-sized wound on the back of the monster's head was covered with layers of thick ice, and the wound could not heal.

"Old Fei, you shouldn't have let that girl go. If she were here, there might still be hope!" Montani yelled.

“She… has no strength left to cast spells. If she stays here, she will die.”

Old Fei gasped for breath, his aged body hindering his thoughts and preventing him from conjuring an even more icy and chilling spear.

His heart was pounding at a rate that could kill him with a stroke at any moment; his mental strength was like a piano key without strings, unable to produce a note. Most people his age are already buried in the ground, while the remaining few lie in hospital beds on IV drips, preparing to be laid in their coffins at any moment.

"Pah! Her life is precious, but mine is worthless?!"

Montagni shouted, "Don't think I don't know! You gave her the defensive machinery! If that thing were still here, we might have a chance! Damn it—"

At that moment, the Stitches-on monster came up and threw another punch.

Distracted on the battlefield, Montagnier was nearly hammered off the rooftop, but fortunately, Old Ferenc conjured an ice wall in mid-air to increase the resistance for him.

"If you used the energy you have for talking on fighting, you could live longer," Old Fei gave a fairly apt assessment.

"Ugh, ugh... Damn it... I want to live too."

Montagni leaned against the railing on the rooftop, feeling as if his insides were about to be pounded out, but he still didn't let go of the shield he was gripping tightly.

"Who the hell isn't a kid? I'm only twenty-four, I don't have a girlfriend, I'm still a virgin."

Montagni stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

He had two teeth broken and accidentally swallowed them.

"I must live on, I still want to enjoy my life, I still want to..."

Montagni's voice stopped abruptly, and he felt a heavy weight on his shoulder as he was pulled backward.

An infected person, who had climbed up from outside the rooftop at some unknown time, grabbed him, and a pair of hands covered in mineral crystals pressed down on his shoulders, gripping his flesh tightly.

"No, don't come near me!!" Montani screamed like a banshee.

Montagnier!

Valery ran toward Montagnier, but the Stitches' heavy blow forced him to dodge.

Valery was astonished to discover that each of the human heads on the Stitched Monster's head had the same expression.

They were laughing, laughing with sarcasm.

Valery then realized that this monster... was actually intelligent.

These infected people were actually acting according to his wishes.

Nothing is more terrifying than this.

Silently, Old Fei raised his ice axe, sending four condensed ice shards flying through the air, piercing the skulls of infected individuals in an attempt to rescue Montani. But it wasn't enough; as soon as he used magic to pierce one infected, more would quickly climb up, it was endless.

If they could see it from a third-person perspective, it would be an extremely chilling sight.

It seemed as if all the Oripathy-infected citizens in the city had gathered at this building, crowding together from its perimeter, overlapping one another. Infected people stepped on each other, lifted each other up, like ants striving to reach food at a higher level, forming a towering structure.

On the sixth floor of the military and police building, Jaeger had exhausted all his strength to speak. He could only numbly throw one more punch, trying to stand for one more second. He was facing a herd that would never stop, beasts in human skin, fearless ghosts devoid of pain, driven by mineral energy.

“Save me, save me!!”

Montagni watched as the arms climbed up to him, struggling to break free, and threw his shield to the ground long ago.

"Valerian, old Ferenc, save me—uh uh uh!!"

Montagni's cries for help were muffled by the infected man's hand. To prevent his tongue from being ripped off, he could only bite down hard on the hand. An overwhelming stench assaulted his nostrils, feeling as if he were biting into a piece of sausage that had been rotting for three months. The stench made him want to vomit, but the will to survive forced him to endure it, even if this bite might give him Oripathy.

"Ugh, ugh... ugh!"

Montagnier glanced out of the corner of his eye at his survival tool: his military knife, the knife he had to discard in order to survive.

His right hand gripped the railing tightly, while his left hand reached out towards the saber, as long as he could reach it… as long as he could reach it!!

The next moment, Montagnier's legs left the ground.