Chapter 757 – Reagent Arrives

　　An Qingyu stood to the side and waved her hand to catalyze the purple mist around her, sending the encased epidemics towards the sky above.

　　Although the plague had fallen into a coma, the virus contained in those epidemic gases still existed, and if they just let the epidemic spread, not only Lin Qiye and the others, but nearly a third of the city’s population would have to become seriously ill.

　　The best way was to wrap that mass of gas and rise it to high altitude, then use an explosion to completely kill the virus contained within it.

　　Meanwhile, Uncle Kyousuke, who was sitting beside the unconscious Sickness Disaster, was gripping the golden longsword in his hand at all times, his eyes tightly closed, a bead of sweat seeping out from his forehead, his face pale and unimaginably pale.

　　He was urging the [Enchanted Pupil] to create an illusion for the unconscious Sickness Disaster.

　　In front of him, the sick disaster lying on the ground had a slight change in expression, sometimes angry, sometimes hesitant, sometimes uncomprehending, sometimes joyful ……

　　Sickness Disaster was gradually falling into the illusion.

　　”Qingyu, is there anything else I need to do?” Garland asked suspiciously as he carried his golden lance.

　　An Qingyu looked at those two people in the distance for a moment and shook her head, “No need, let’s leave their grudge to them.”

　　Jia Lan nodded and looked up at the thunder beast roaring at the ground in the thunder clouds, not knowing what he was thinking.

　　Time passed by minute by minute.

　　Sitting on the ground, Uncle Kyousuke’s figure trembled uncontrollably, as if every inch of muscle in his body was exerting itself, and those eyes had opened, with a psychedelic layer of brilliant gold coloring them, and were staring dead on at the diseased plague in front of him.

　　Now he was not just creating an illusion for Sickness as simple as that, the body of the oracle’s envoys had all been remodeled, a combination of flesh and machinery, although Sickness had fallen into a coma, the backstage system in his left eye was still running, always monitoring Sickness’s physical state.

　　To make the sick disaster fall into a complete illusion, he had to hypnotize both the sick disaster’s own will, as well as the cybernetics in his left eye.

　　Uncle Kyousuke was nearing his limit.

　　Just as Uncle Kyousuke was about to collapse, the comatose Sickness Disaster slowly sat up from the ground.

　　His mouth held a hint of a smile, as if he had seen something delightful, and his hands slowly lifted up and rubbed in the void.

　　Dots of dark blue light emerged from between his palms, converging towards the center of his hands, countless pathogens were deconstructed and reorganized by him, gradually solidifying into a small mass of dark blue liquid, suspended in the air.

　　Seeing this scene, An Qingyu’s eyes lit up, pulling out a test tube from her bosom, she walked up and stowed the liquid.

　　The dark blue liquid bobbed on the transparent walls, An Qingyu’s eyes flashed with a gray intent as he began to parse the data of this mass of liquid, and a moment later, he nodded to Uncle Kyousuke who was beside him.

　　”This is it, it’s ready.”

　　Uncle Kyousuke’s eyes were filled with blood due to his overdraft and exhaustion, and when he heard these words from An Qingyu, a flash of joy flashed across his eyes.

　　But very quickly, this flash of joy disappeared.

　　The color of brilliant gold in his eyes did not fade, and he slowly turned his head to look at Sickness Disaster, who was sitting on the ground with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was in heaven, and his expression gradually turned cold.

　　Now, Sickness Disaster had lost its use.

　　Uncle Kyousuke catalyzed the [Mystic pupil] in his hand, and slowly introduced the sick disaster, who was immersed in joy, into another illusionary realm. ……

　　An illusion that was ferocious, terrifying, and enough to tear apart and burn out the dignity of the oracle messenger.

　　Sickness Disaster’s smile froze on his face.

　　Then, a horrified expression surfaced on his face, as if he was suffering from some extreme pain.

　　Uncle Kyousuke used [Mystic Pupil] to support his pillar body and staggered up from the ground, those brilliant gold eyes coldly looking down at Sickness Disaster who was immersed in a painful illusion.

　　He lifted his hand and placed the long golden blade in his hand, slowly stabbing it towards Sickness Plague’s chest ……

　　”Fall into hell ……” Uncle Kyousuke spoke icily.

　　The moment the blade touched the sick disaster’s body, the sick disaster violently woke up from the nightmare, his head full of cold sweat he had not yet come back to his senses, a cold blade had already pierced into his heart!

　　Uncle Kyousuke held the [Mystic Hitomi] and rotated it slightly, mercilessly churning the heart of Sickness Disaster!

　　The remaining pain from the sick disaster’s nightmare was still on his face, and in the next moment, his vitality was mercilessly extinguished, and the pair of eyes that stared like bronze bells stared at Kyousuke in horror, his eyes full of unwillingness and resentment!

　　Stab-la-!

　　Uncle Kyousuke drew his long golden sword, casually waving the blood that had soaked into the blade onto the ground as the brilliant gold in his eyes gradually faded.

　　He killed the sickness disaster.

　　The moment that brilliant gold faded completely, Uncle Kyousuke’s body swayed and nearly fell to the ground, he bent down and coughed violently, bringing out a large amount of blood with every cough.

　　”Caran, throw him into the sky, the higher the better.” An Qingyu couldn’t wait to check Kyousuke’s condition and immediately said to Jia Lan.

　　Without the slightest hesitation, Calan took a step out, picked up Sickness Disaster’s collar, and threw him toward the sky with force!

　　Sickness Disaster’s body flew up into the night sky under the terrifying kinetic energy, and the aperture in his left eye flashed violently, and a few seconds later, a blinding fire exploded, once again lighting up a large portion of the sky.

　　Under the raging firelight above his head, Uncle Kyousuke’s body stood up in a pool of blood as he sheathed his [Mystic Pupil] and walked over to An Qingyu.

　　”It’s a Gamma Potion, and it’s a generous portion.” An Qingyu handed him the test tube in his hand, “After giving it to your son to drink, it will be able to sustain him for a long time longer, and after I thoroughly research and decipher his genetic defects and develop a corresponding potion, I will be able to solve this problem.”

　　Uncle Kyousuke took the potion and was silent for a moment, looking at An Qingyu with complexity in his eyes.

　　”Why are you helping me so much?”

　　An Qingyu raised an eyebrow, “Helping you is also helping myself. After all, …… I am also very interested in the so called god making experiment.”

　　Not waiting for Uncle Kyousuke’s expression to change, An Qingyu continued, “But don’t worry, I’m not as heartless as the oracle envoys, I’ll only do experiments on my own body, I’ll never touch your son, and at most, I’ll just ask for two tubes of his blood.”

　　Hearing this, Uncle Kyousuke relaxed.

　　”Not to mention …… that I, too, have a father.” An Qingyu paused for a moment, but still spoke, “Although I can’t save you, at least, I have the ability to let your son live.

　　There is only so much I can do for a ‘father’.”

　　Uncle Kyousuke looked at An Qingyu’s eyes, and after a long time, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

　　”Thank you.”

　　”You’re welcome.”

　　Uncle Kyousuke took a deep breath, clutched the test tube in his hand, and turned around to walk in a certain direction of the city.

　　”Come with me, I’ll take you …… to meet my son.”