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Mai Jude's situation is not optimistic. She looks almost the same as the fallen hybrid before she became Deadpool.
Su Si knew something about Xia Mi's situation. Although she believed in Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei's judgment, it did not mean that she could accept a Deadpool traveling with her.
Even the dragon's behavior is controllable, but Deadpool is an out-of-control beast.
“Blood Rage,” Lu Mingfei said, “She was attacked while chasing us, and she could only escape by using forbidden techniques like Blood Rage.”
Apart from this explanation, Lu Mingfei could not think of any other reason.
In Tokyo, in order to help Lu Mingfei and Eri escape from pursuers, Shude Mai injected herself with ancient dragon serum. The drug was both golden holy fluid and highly toxic. While giving her great power, it also caused her bloodline to go into a state of rampage.
After escaping from danger, Jiude Mai's condition became so critical that she could no longer survive. Lu Mingfei had to help her use the embryo he brought out from the depths of the Abyss to awaken her, and then inject the Dragon King-level fetal blood into her body.
But now the problem arises here. If Lu Mingze had indeed injected Li Wuyue's fetal blood into Jiude Mai's body in Hefei, then with her current bloodline she should be able to heal the wound in her abdomen quickly, and she would not have fallen into the state where it is difficult to even regain consciousness like she is now.
In addition, the golden holy syrup injected into Jiude Mai's body by the little devil must be pure. Lu Mingfei has already felt the power that is as clear as a spring and as majestic as a mountain. The golden holy syrup is also known as the holy medicine of alchemy. The hybrids who take it in can walk the path of becoming gods without any risk.
Logically speaking, the uncontrolled dragonization phenomenon should not appear on Jude Mai's body.
Susie nodded, accepting Lu Mingfei's words.
In fact, when Chu Zihang compiled the blood burst technique from the Lionheart Society's information books, Su Si also participated in the process.
She knew very well how dangerous this technology that could purify her bloodline was.
"What's in the box?" Chu Zihang looked at the black aluminum alloy box on the table that was held under Lu Mingfei's palm. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the thing seemed very dangerous, yet it had some inexplicable attraction that made it difficult to take your eyes off it.
Lu Mingfei opened his mouth and was about to invite Chu Zihang and Su Si to open the box together to see what Jiude Mai had brought, but a white porcelain hand as ethereal as clouds and smoke suddenly pressed the opening of the box.
It’s Xia Mi.
Her lips moved up and down, but no sound came out, but Lu Mingfei could clearly see the shape of her lips.
A huge joy and shock overwhelmed Lu Mingfei like a mudslide. He pressed the box hard and rejected Chu Zihang's prying with a firm attitude.
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The railroad tracks stretched into pale strings in the distant mountains, and the military train moved forward as if someone was repeatedly wiping a rusty knife.
Lu Mingfei pressed his face against the bulletproof glass, watching his own reflection overlap with the flying snow outside the car window to form a hazy shadow.
Zero was checking the encrypted map, and as the tip of his pencil crossed the 67.5° north latitude line, he frowned and made a few strokes on the word "Vilkhoyansk".
When they were near Verkhoyansk, they abandoned the snowmobiles and used a military train instead. Little Bunin had already prepared a retreat for himself. When Lu Mingfei and his companions arrived at the platform hidden in the river valley, the administrator immediately let them go. However, the old man's expression was so serious as if he was facing a new Patriotic War. He said to Lu Mingfei, "The end is coming."
It made them a little confused.
Chu Zihang was holding Murasame horizontally on his knees. The scabbard was a dull color. Susie was wiping the magazine with a velvet cloth beside him. The brass shell made a slight crisp sound as it rolled over the military green seat.
A moment later, the train suddenly shook violently. It was braking with amazing force. Snow on the roof poured down from the observation window like a waterfall. Red words "Outdoor temperature -52℃" were jumping on the electronic screen.
"Three hours ago, the United Nations geomagnetic monitoring station recorded abnormal fluctuations in the Siberian plate." Zero turned the tablet towards everyone, his pupils like a frozen lake reflecting the exaggerated, cracked continental shelf model. "Look outside, the city had already begun to retreat before we got here."
Everyone leaned against the windows to look out, and the moment the train rushed into the Verkhoyansk platform, a strange atmosphere enveloped them.
The plate changes came suddenly, but Lu Mingfei had a hunch that all this was because he was about to return to the place where all the conspiracies began.
On the platform outside, supply boxes with double-headed eagle emblems were piled up in a haphazard manner, an abandoned baby carriage was stuck in the seams of the rails, and a white scarf was tied to the railing, frozen solid, but still maintaining the arc of its fluttering when its owner let go in the wind and snow.
The car door opened, Chu Zihang jumped out of the car, and used the tip of his knife to lift the snow on the edge of the platform, revealing the fresh track prints underneath.
The edges of these twenty-centimeter-deep grooves bear scale-like indentations from some kind of creature.
"It's not an evacuation, it's a war. A crawler vehicle should have crushed something like Deadpool on this platform, but someone cleaned up the mess before we arrived," he said.
"This is not a place like City 023. Who dares to put Deadpool in Verkhoyansk?" Lu Mingfei frowned, but still drew his sword and looked around.
He didn't dare to leave the train too far as Jiude Mai was still on it.
Susie squatted down to check the station nameplate that had fallen to the ground. The last letter к of the Russian word "Верхоянск" was oozing dark red rust, as if it was bleeding.
When they walked out of the platform, the first thing that came into view was the cast iron street lamps, but they were bent into irregular shapes, and the inside of the explosion-proof glass of the building in the distance was densely covered with some kind of terrifying claw marks.
Lu Mingfei walked forward on the ice crust on the sidewalk and heard tiny cracking sounds coming from under the snow. Bunin let out a low cry of surprise, because he just kicked the snow and scattered bones were exposed underneath.
Zero used the toe of his deerskin boots to lift up the gas mask that was half-hidden in the snow. Indigo crystals remained on the filter element.
She recognized this thing. It should be a dragon pheromone neutralizer specially made by the Equipment Department. It can resist the toxins released by certain dragon subspecies to a certain extent. It is very precious, but now it is like a piece of dirty amber.
"Are there any survivors? We need to know what happened here." Chu Zihang said.
"It's really crazy." Lu Mingfei said.
The permanent population here is over 1,300 people, and there is a port of the North Sea Fleet nearby. They have determined that some subspecies of dragon attacked here. No matter who did this, those people touched the bottom line of the academy and also Lu Mingfei's bottom line.
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The further Ming Fei walked inside, the more frightened he became.
Their original plan was to resupply in Verkhoyansk and then switch to other means of transportation to continue exploring to the north.
But along the way, I didn't see a single living person, not even a dead body. There were ruins everywhere. White steam rose from the drainage wells on both sides of the concrete street, and sharp whistles came from the wells.
Snow fell on the cast iron street lamps, and icicles hung from the iron and tin tulip lampshades to form pale stalactites.
They had already put on boots before getting off the car, and now the boots could be heard cracking bones as they stepped on the deep snow.
The sound came one after another, like someone chewing ice cubes under the frozen soil, making people's teeth sour.
This place was a place of exile for political prisoners in both the Tsarist and Soviet eras. Looking at the map, it looks like a candlelight embedded in the northernmost part of the Eurasian plate.
There is very little information and intelligence about Verkhoyansk in the outside world, but as a former member of one of the most powerful intelligence agencies in the world, Lu Mingfei has a certain understanding of this place, especially since he had long made up his mind to go to Black Swan Port to find out the truth of that year.
Verkhoyansk lost its status as a place of exile many years ago. It is now one of the supply points for the Russian Northern Fleet and an important military base in the Far East. The Ministry of Defense has armored units capable of performing extreme cold missions stationed nearby all year round.
Given the climate in the Arctic Circle, it is impossible for either a human corpse or a dragon-blooded mastiff's corpse to rot into bones in such a short period of time.
But at the same time, if Verkhoyansk loses contact for a long time, Moscow will definitely send troops to inspect the place, which means that the massacre is imminent.
Combined with the broken bones on the ground, the answer was clearly revealed to everyone.
The people who massacred the town did not even spare the bodies of the victims, and here the huge packs of dragon-blooded fierce dogs were finally able to drink their fill of blood.
In the distance, a faded spray painting of the Labor Medal was still on the exterior wall of a five-story Soviet-era apartment building, but now the medal was torn in half by three parallel claw marks.
The steel bars protruded from the wound in the concrete, and the rust was a pale red color, as if it had been soaked in blood.
When they came to a building that looked like a town hall, Zero squatted down. Wearing deerskin gloves, she brushed away the snow foam, revealing half of a yellowed portrait of Lenin underneath. Half of a canine tooth was embedded in the position of the pupil of the portrait, and the spiral pattern of the tooth root matched the molar of Deadpool that had been dissected by the Equipment Department.
She and Lu Mingfei looked at each other and realized that it was not just the Dragon Cave Hounds who were involved in the massacre, but there might also be completely deformed Deadpools like the Immortals.
"Did the academy betray?" Susie's voice was as light as the wind.
They had also seen the gas masks developed by the Equipment Department not long ago, so it was obvious that the academy was involved in this matter.
Although on the run, Susie still holds out hope for the Academy, recognizing the organization as the desperate wall between humans and dragons.
But if the school board or even the executive department appeared in this massacre, Susie felt that her faith was about to collapse.
Going further ahead, the bronze statue of Lenin in the town square lies on its back, with dark brown blood stains on the granite base. The statue's raised right arm is broken at the elbow, with frozen oil pipeline debris hanging from the broken part.
In 1956, a Soviet geological team laid the Arctic Circle oil pipeline system here. Now, the lifeline in the Far North, which was built with human lives decades ago, lies dead in the snow like a giant python with its tendons pulled out and its skin peeled off.
Chu Zihang used the tip of Murasame's knife to pry open the section of pipe in front of the bronze statue's folds, revealing the words "1937 Dnipro Special Steel Plant" on the sculpture below that had not faded.
With the Municipal Square as the center, the wreckage of destroyed armored vehicles were scattered around, and there were charred and blackened tanks lying in the snow like giant turtles. Their tracks were completely destroyed, their hatches were opened, and blood was spilled on the edges.
It is not difficult to imagine how fierce the resistance in Verkhoyansk was when the disaster struck.
This was an undefended town, so when the commander discovered that his attempt to drive the invaders out of the platform, the streets, and the residential areas had failed, he immediately concentrated all available forces near the town square for a desperate fight.
His choice was correct. The dragon blood dogs' sense of smell was more than ten times that of ordinary dogs. They had amazing endurance and speed. If they scattered and fled in this place which could almost be called the end of the world, they would only end up becoming prey to these beasts.
If they stay and hold on, they can rely on hot weapons to temporarily preserve their physical strength. As long as they can hold on until the nearby military base discovers the situation and sends troops to support them, they may have a chance of survival.
It's just a pity...
Lu Mingfei sighed.
On the platform more than 20 kilometers away from Verkhoyansk, they met a confused administrator named Old Mac. He said that he had heard gunfire coming from the direction of the town not long ago, and that the end of the world was coming and everyone was going to die.
At that time, Lu Mingfei thought he was a weird old guy, but now it seems that the old man may be the only survivor of Verkhoyansk.
As for the doomsday talk, it may be due to broadcasts about plate tectonic movement, which lead to the belief that an earthquake or some other natural disaster is approaching Siberia.
"Junior brother, has our whereabouts been exposed?" Chu Zihang was walking in front and suddenly turned his head to look at Lu Mingfei behind him.
“How could it be…” Lu Mingfei didn’t finish his words and suddenly frowned.
The snowmobile they were riding was the tool that Bunin had prepared for his escape. Who could say that there wasn't a built-in tracker on it?
"When we were recuperating dozens of kilometers away from here, we saw the flames of the city," said Chu Zihang.
Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a chilling sense spreading from his tailbone upwards.
The dead don't turn on the lights.
Only living people can turn on the lights.
In other words, Verkhoyansk might have been operating normally just twenty hours ago.
Someone knew the direction of their actions, and Verkhoyansk might be hiding something or intelligence that Lu Mingfei could not get, so those people slaughtered everyone here overnight.
Who are those people? Is it the dark king standing deeper behind Alexander Bunin? Or the Holy Palace Medical Society? Or Pompeii?
But if they already knew Lu Mingfei's whereabouts, why didn't they use an intercontinental missile to blow him to pieces in the uninhabited area of Siberia?
Even Lu Mingfei himself felt that this escape was aimless, but it seemed that someone had already seen through his fate and knew under which crooked tree this reckless warthog would eventually stop to rest.
The best option at this time is to turn around and go home, because what is waiting for the warthog under the crooked tree is not ripe apples, but a poisoned trap.
But Lu Mingfei never looked back.
He held his waist, where his Desert Eagle was tucked. People have many chances to start over in their lives, but this time he wanted to be a bullet fired from the barrel of a gun.
"We need to find a sturdier snowmobile so we can trek north," Zero said.
The town square was obviously no longer available, so under Bunin's leadership they continued to walk deeper into the town.
The onion dome of the Orthodox church standing against the City Hall was shattered by a shell, and the rusty cross was stuck diagonally into the completely frozen ice of the fountain. A charred iron chain was wrapped around the cross, and a hideous corpse was locked at the end of the chain.
It was indeed the corpse of the Dragon Blood Hound.
It was not killed by bullets or shells, but by hanging.
This means that there are mixed-race people among the people guarding Verkhoyansk, and of course they could also be the artificial super soldiers mentioned by Bunin.