"Your physical condition"
An Qingyu narrowed her eyes and looked at Uncle Kyosuke. A hint of grayness flashed in her eyes, and she instantly analyzed his body.
"It's the aftereffects of the previous battle." Uncle Kyosuke smiled bitterly.
"How could it be so serious?" An Qingyu frowned more and more, "Six terminal illnesses and fourteen viruses. Your body is already incurable."
"Can you cure it?"
"I'm a scientist, not a miracle doctor." An Qingyu shook his head. "The virus in your body is far beyond the scope of what modern science can deal with. If you let me dissect you and try to inject some special reagents or mutant genomes into you as an experimental subject, you may have a chance to survive, but the probability is small, and you may directly turn into a monster.
After all, I have never conducted human experiments on anyone other than myself, and to be honest, it would be difficult for you to survive my experiments given your current physical condition."
An Qingyu was telling the truth.
From the time he obtained the only correct answer until now, the most common experimental subjects have been mice, followed by himself.
After repeated analysis and experiments, his body basically no longer belongs to the category of "human", and he has two super life-saving abilities: super-speed regeneration and clones. Even if he fails to transform himself and dies, he still has a chance to start over.
However, how to use these special powers to transform the body of a normal person was a blind spot in his knowledge.
Of course, as long as he is given enough time to study, he can also find a way to transform Uncle Kyosuke's body and extend his life. But Uncle Kyosuke's time is running out.
Science is not achieved overnight.
"I understand." Uncle Kyosuke nodded calmly, and then moved his gaze to the disease on the battlefield. "Anyway, I want him to make that medicine first. Please give me some time."
"Okay." An Qingyu nodded, "But first, we have to subdue him."
"give it to me."
Uncle Kyosuke took a step forward and slowly walked into the fog of the epidemic.
An Qingyu opened his mouth, wanting to remind him not to go in, but finally closed it.
Given Uncle Kyosuke's current physical condition, it doesn't matter whether he enters the fog or not. Since this is his long-cherished wish, An Qingyu is not in a position to obstruct him.
What's more, the joining of Uncle Kyosuke can resolve this battle faster.
Ding!
Uncle Kyosuke stepped into the fog of the epidemic, and the magic pupil at his waist came out of its sheath with a crisp sound.
At the same time, Bingzai, who was fighting fiercely with Galan in the fog of epidemic, heard the sound and felt a flash before his eyes. Everything around him fell into darkness and Galan's figure instantly faded from his sight.
Song!
Severe pain came from one side of his body, and while he was completely unable to see his surroundings, the destructive light beam from the Tianque Spear instantly tore one of his arms apart.
Severe pain surged into the sick man's heart.
"Mysterious Eye?! Yuuri Hei Zhe! Are you nearby?!" It was not the first time that Bingzai felt the illusion brought by Mysterious Eye. After he was injured and felt pain, he reacted instantly, raised his head and shouted to the people around him.
Uncle Kyosuke was holding a golden sword, his figure disappearing into the mist. He looked at him calmly without saying a word.
boom!!
Seeing that Bingzai had lost his resistance and his fighting power dropped sharply, Galan knew that the opportunity had come. He put away his gun and punched Bingzai in the jaw. His immortal fist collided with the metal skeleton, making a sharp buzzing sound and knocked him into the sky!
The disease flew about ten meters in the air and fell heavily to the ground.
At this time, the illusion that shrouded the disease did not dissipate.
The weakness of the Mi Tong is that it is a non-combat knife. Once the knife owner has the slightest killing intention, the target will directly break free from the illusion state and return to normal. However, after being beaten, Bing Zai is still in the illusion state.
This is because Uncle Kyosuke does not have the intention to kill.
The one who wanted to kill him was Galan.
A muffled sound was heard, and Bingzai was kicked away by Galan again, and he suddenly spat out several mouthfuls of blood.
In this state, Galan could even stab out with a gun and pierce Bingzai's head directly, but An Qingyu had already told her that she had to save Bingzai's life before Uncle Kyosuke spoke, so now she was just using close combat to madly weaken Bingzai's combat effectiveness.
"Hahaha"
After being punched by Galan several times, Bingzai suddenly thought of something and laughed, "I know! Yuri Heizhe! I know what you want to do!
Your son has been away from my medicine for so long, he should be dying, right? Let me guess, is he in a coma now, and his various body functions are weakening madly
Is he going to die
So you came here, you want to get the gamma reagent from me that can save Yuuri Takishiro and extend your son's life!"
boom!!
Galan punched Bingzai in the face again, knocking him away. His body embedded in a wall behind him, with smoke and dust rising up.
Uncle Kyosuke unconsciously exerted force on Mitong's hand, and his knuckles began to turn white. He stared at Bingzai, his body shaking uncontrollably.
He was trying hard to control his murderous intent!
Bingzai is well aware of Midong's weakness. He deliberately uses words to provoke Uncle Kyosuke and make him want to kill him. Only in this way can he turn around from this extremely passive situation!
"It's no use if you don't say anything! I know you are here!"
In the gap in the wall, Bingzai raised his head with difficulty. The metal bones of his chin had been deformed by Jialan's beating, but he was still smiling, "Yuli Heizhe, I tell you, even if I die here today, I can't make gamma potion for you!
Yuuri Takishiro is the ultimate weapon we have cultivated! If our oracle is defeated, he will never be able to survive alone!
There is no way your Yuri family will have a good ending."
Snap!
The veins on Uncle Kyosuke's hand that was holding Mitong's were bulging, and his other hand was clenched into a fist that was already making a buzzing sound.
Strands of blood flowed from the corners of Uncle Kyosuke's mouth.
His teeth had been broken, but he still swallowed it down. He stared at Bingzai's laughing face, his eyes burning with anger.
He suddenly raised the golden long sword in his hand
Stabbed into his shoulder!
The blood flowed along the blade of the golden sword and dripped onto the ground. Under the severe pain, Uncle Kyosuke barely managed to keep his sanity from his anger, controlled his breathing, and forcibly suppressed the murderous intent that was rising in his heart!
He held back.
Uncle Kyosuke slowly closed his eyes and pulled the pupil out from his shoulder bit by bit.