Text - Chapter 727: A-virus vs T-virus

Chapter 727: A-virus vs T-virus

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The great bear idled for several seconds as it communicated with the hidden Plague. Those few dregs of blood dripping flesh on its paw was probably cleaved out from the enemy.

A while later, a chilling laughter drifted in.

"Misa cleaved his chest, very soon and he shall know the price of being clawed by Misa's paw. I'm afraid to even to contestants, the T-Virus remains a terrifyingly grave consequence!"

The voluptuous woman insipidly questioned.

"Are you certain that storyline character has contracted the T-Virus?"

Plague's innocent and unbridled voice drifted out again.

"He should be experiencing the outbreak by now. Why Patrice, you don't believe me?"

Patrice sneered and replied.

"Then what are we still waiting for? Let's head over to the objective at once! You should now, he is presently nearly a thousand kilometres away from us. Worse still, the satellite system that Judas had infiltrated has been blocked for some unknown reason. Our situation is rather awkward now, its best we drive over now."

Plague's girly innocent voice drifted out again.

"There's four of them y'know! Four!!! How many achievement points are they worth? Moreover, it's quite rare that I managed to assemble that many slaves this time, of which a Licker may very well surface. Patrice, just think, how much would their equipments be worth?"

Patrice hesitated slightly but earnestly shook her head.

"No, amongst the four, only the gunner assaulted me while the rest concealed their individual prowess. Furthermore, the brat who rescued the storyline officer is fairly valiant and managed to effortlessly defend against my 'High-Frequency Slicerays', More crucially, don't forget how Drizzt's group fell!"

Plague paused a little before responding.

"However, there's four of them and not three. The infected T-Virus corpse will soon perish. If we don't act now, it'll tough to find a better opportunity."

Instead, Patrice smirked and strolled into the room behind. Her buttocks swayed in accordance to her footsteps, while her flourishing chest bounced distinctly beneath her skintight black leather shirt. Her current image would truly stimulate one's beating heart, a feeling a large frequency could split open her shirt at anytime.

"Plague, you seem to have forgotten that we share a same objective as them! There will absolutely be many present at where Wester is. As long as we can deal with Wester beforehand and then set a trap there, you can even create ten times more zombies. When that time comes, we can slowly lay in wait for them to take the bait...."

Plague then broke into a high pitched laughter.

"I suddenly feel exceptionally satisfied cooperating with you, Patrice. Misa, let's go. We will have sufficient time to set up the battlefield...."

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Presently, in a another street, Sheyan was examining his chest wound.

Three vicious claw wounds.

HIs wound was prune coloured but not much blood flowed out. Instead, an extremely sticky deep-yellowish pus oozed out from the middle of his chest. The wound didn't appear like it was festering, but tumours were rampantly saturating the wound like cancer. It was extremely repulsive and queer. The prune colour seemed to be invading deeper into his wound, threatening to take root in his body.

Zi's brows were knitted as she inspected his wound.

"Why're you so reckless? Didn't I say not to let that infected and filthy bear injure you? Hurry up and carve out that portion of your wound! Otherwise, it's gonna be bad."

Although Zi's words sounded pretty stern and condescending, her underlying intentions were clear.

Sheyan's heart warmed slightly and just as he was about to reply, Brother Black strolled over while puffing a cigar and curiously asked.

"Why, he'll turn into a zombie?"

Zi glared at Mogensha and icily chided.

"With Seaman's current state, there's a huge chance of transforming into a tyrant. Hurry up and deal with your wound! Unless you wish to be tortured by the T-Virus for one week."

At this point, Reef abruptly called out.

"Heavens, this dude we rescued has been infected! I reckon he'll zombify within half an hour!"

Sheyan chuckled and replied.

"No worries....woah, wait wait wait!!"

As it turns out at this moment, the frosty looking Zi proactively shoved Sheyan to the ground, before she created a 'Force Wall Barrier' to press him down and prevent him from moving. Then, she bent down and pulled out her sharp crescent dagger.

"Oi oi oi, wait, wait, ahh Zi, wait!!" This was Sheyan's first time being oppressed by a woman like that, and couldn't retaliate against the pressure of her 'Force Wall Barrier'.

As he watched her cold shimmering dagger approaching, Sheyan broke out with perspiration and exclaimed.

"Excellent Zi!! Listen to me, listen first!! The T-Virus is actually useless on me."

Zi was immediately stunned.

"How's that possible? Look at your wound...."

Sheyan sighed and answered.

"I purposely suppressed my ability to trick that T-Virus Summoner."

After speaking, Sheyan heaved a deep sigh of relief.

Instantaneously, several cyan vessels around his chest, ones that looked like roots, wriggled out and adhered to his wound. Gradually, the blackness of the T-Virus poison receded and was ultimately utterly consumed.

At present, Zi was staring deep into Sheyan's eyes. "This brat who isn't even a Reserve-duty Growth-Hunter, actually hides so many shocking secrets within him!"

A military rank that vastly eclipsed Reserve-Duty Lieutenant Colonel. A Silver Prestige Party. A support but also a formidable innate MT. An individual who can astutely and accurately oversee the grand state of affairs!

All these factors converging into a single human was already frightening. Yet the most astounding thing was, whenever she thought she understood this guy, he would quickly serve her a new shocking fact that would shake her completely.

"Your innate ability is that powerful?" Zi doubtfully asked. "It can even render you immune to the T-Virus?"

Unbeknownst to her, she was edging closer to Sheyan. Sheyan could once again observe her exquisite fair skin but with a tinge of swooning blush. She was really akin to a delicate porcelain that would shatter from a simple breeze. That faint alluring 'Poison girl' perfume scent floated in to complement her bewildered expression.

Seeing such a view, a strange feeling welled up subconsciously within him.

"Ah, well, you can put it that way." Sheyan repressed that otherworldly sensation and indifferently replied.

Following that, Sheyan lifted his head and ordered. "Reef, bring that unlucky brat over, let me see if I can save him."

Reef then brought the military officer over. After a brief inspection, they discovered a wound at this right index finger. Probably because he only received a scrape at the tip of his limb, did he manage to hold off the outbreak till now.

Right now, the officer had already fainted. His lips were dry and his gums exposed. His pupils contracted and bulging cyan veins covered his face like a spiderweb. The rims of his eyes were jet black and even caved in.

Sheyan pondered as he sat beside him. He originally wanted to feed some of his blood to him, but immediately considered the consequence of dispelling the T-Virus, but changing him into an A-Virus host instead.

Eventually, Sheyan grabbed his arm. One could then observe a cyan vessel strangely elongating out from Sheyan's fingertip, before penetrating the officer's wound. This was indeed a vessel from his 'Stairway of the Sun' virus system. As the mother of the progenitor virus, it would probably be a piece of cake to expel the T-Virus for this storyline character.

Five minutes later, the military officer recovered from his critical state. His body temperature stabilized as did his breathing. Nevertheless, he remained slumbering from the excessive damage dealt to his body.

Sadly, the gang of four couldn't afford the luxury of time for him to rest. Thus, they splashed a few cups of alcohol and a basin of icy water on his face, where he instantly jolted awake.

"Let me first introduce myself, I am Seaman." Sheyan was half kneeling beside the dazy looking military officer. "And your name?"

The officer's hazy eyes gradually focused as he finally exclaimed in fear.

"Ahhhhh, holy shit, am I still alive? This is....Major Seaman, I am Captain Miličić! There are a bunch of crazy devils behind! Run!!!"

When the others heard his greeting, they were incomparably baffled. "When did Seaman enlist in this world's military?"

However, they soon understood something. It seems like an official military rank wasn't merely acknowledged in the nightmare realm, but probably in any world as well.

Sheyan pressed Captain Miličić's shoulders and offered with a gentle but powerful tone.

"You are safe, Captain. I've expelled the virus from your body. After a good rest, some whiskey and a roasted chicken sandwich, you'll once again be as strong as an ox. But right now, you must first tell me, where is Lieutenant Colonel Wester? His life is currently in danger!"

Captain Miličić hesitated briefly before replying.

"He just clinched a deal and is currently in Ushuaia converting his profits into gold, diamond and pesos"

Sheyan then glanced at Zi. Shen then nodded gently which signified that she received the relevant notifications to proceed.

Sheyan then continued.

"I need his specific location, tell me at once Captain. You should know how scary those guys are...do you wish for them to find Lieutenant Colonel Wester and torment him in the same way?"

Miličić struggled for a good long while before raspily replying.

"Are you guys military police?"

Sheyan scoffed.

"Can the military police rescue you from those devils? If I were military police, I would be apprehending you and locking you up in the prison right now."