The two were entangled for a moment, and at this time hand-to-hand combat was more useful than unleashing talent, and neither knew what the other's hole cards were.
One is the future head of the Habs family, a rare outstanding figure among the descendants of Moriah in the past hundred years, and the other is a half-breed of the same origin, the chief deacon of the deacon's department of the Atlantean Restoration Society, and they are not idle people.
If you release your talent, if you can't restrain the other party for a short time, but you are counterattacked, it is equivalent to giving away someone's head at such a close distance.
As soon as they fought, the power that burst out was completely out of ordinary people.
With their strong bones and terrifying explosive power, the two of them slammed into the stainless steel test bench like a human ball, knocking the incomparably hard metal bench out of a pit with a bang.
At the same time, both of them couldn't help but admire it in their hearts, quite a bit of sympathy.
Haynes quickly drew his Browning pistol from his waist, Charlemagne, of course, would not give the other party a chance to shoot the muzzle at him, and wrapped his free right hand around Haynes's wrist holding the gun, and slammed it on the metal cabinet on the wall.
Bang The pistol misfired, and bullets flew around.
Warheads were fired into the roof, and the laboratory was made entirely of metal, with high-strength stainless steel and aluminum alloy plates everywhere except for the marble floor.
The Chintilami warhead first grazed the wall and then bounced onto the roof, and the force was not as strong as before, and it rebounded again and shot into the circuit control box on the wall.
Snort A string of violent sparks burst out, the lab's electrical circuits completely failed, and the emergency lights mounted on the wall snapped on.
In the dim light, Haynes contorted his face and stared fiercely at Charlemagne.
"It seems that I still underestimate you," he smiled with a slight wryness, "You have been deliberately delaying time before, it turns out that you are building a fantasy, it seems that the Habs family is not all straw bales. ” That's right, as the best of the spiritual talents, the name of the future head of the Habs family is not in vain.
Just now, when Haynes thought that everything was under his control and was showing off his past, Charlemagne had actually secretly released his spiritual talent, unknowingly affecting Haynes's brain waves, creating an illusion around him.
When Haynes finally fired, he was actually in a fantasy, and everything he saw, including Charlemagne's execution, was just an illusion, not reality at all.
"If I'm not completely sure, do you think I dare to sneak into the spy island by myself" Charlemagne laughed twice, "I still have the same conditions, hand over your research results, we can have a good talk, there is no need to fight to the death, after all, you are also my brother." ” "I don't dare to be the Habs, the self-proclaimed family of the noblest blood in the world, those high-ranking old bastards are self-righteous and think that they are the masters of this world" Haynes's eyes suddenly swelled, and his wrist bent downward, Charlemagne was shocked that something was wrong, and subconsciously tilted his head.
Bang Another shot rang out.
The bullet went straight into the hemodialysis machine, breaking it into a pile of scrap metal.
The blood in the device seemed to have a life of its own, as if it had been freed from some kind of restraint, and began to flow back down the hose towards 999's body.
Seeing this, Haines' pupils contracted sharply, and his face became as pale as a light. 999 on the bench sat up suddenly, and yes, he sat up.
Stretching his waist, as if he had been asleep for more than a dozen centuries, his eyes slowly opened, and his golden pupils were like dazzling jewels in the crown in the darkness.
Charlemagne and Hayneston felt a strong pressure suddenly come from behind them, overwhelming and devastating.
The metal walls of the room rattled and rattled, and an invisible force pushed the walls outward, causing strange pits in many places.
The marble on the floor crackled and cracks began to spread across the floor, soon becoming cobwebs throughout the room.
The two of them could no longer fight, because they couldn't move at all, and it would take all their strength to move a little finger.
"What the hell is this" The flame of Moriah in Charlemagne's eyes skyrocketed, raising his innate power to the most powerful, and the talent of the spiritual department expanded in the air, trying to influence No. 999 and suppress its ability.
Subject 999, as if sensing an attempt to suppress his energy, stood up from the lab table with his feet on the cold ground, then looked down and reached out to rip off the hose that had been inserted into his body.
Jingle bells The needles scattered on the ground made a crisp sound.
With a contemptuous gaze, he swept towards Charlemagne, the most powerful and youngest future head of the Habs, the moment he touched the gaze of Subject 999, his whole person was like an electric shock, and the talent released was sharply compressed by the powerful force, and quickly disappeared into thin air.
This is a complete rolling, a complete rolling, with no room for resistance at all, no chance of victory It's like a god opening his eyes above the sky and looking down on a weak ant on the ground, just a glance at it is enough to save face.
"Hey, hey, hey" Seeing this, Haynes suddenly laughed miserably, and said gloomily: "You fool, you now know how weak your Habs's so-called Odin bloodline is, this is the legendary destroyer, he has more than a dozen genes on his body, all of which are the most powerful ancient race genes that we have collected in the world, those who are called god-like in ancient books and legends."
Subject 999 gently closed his eyes, then opened them suddenly.
Charlemagne flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, his body like a sandbag that had been run out, slammed into the metal door, and flew directly into another laboratory with the door, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"It's a pity that it fell short, this is the power of the Destroyer, I succeeded, but I didn't have the last laugh" Haynes's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he stared greedily at Subject 999, with a slight hint of despair in his eyes.
Yes, that's right, despair.
In front of the powerful god-like destroyer, everything is like ants, and what is the descendant of Moriah and what is the descendant of Atlantis is just a joke.
Subject 999 is all too familiar to Haynes, but not entirely familiar, this is a completely new race, does not belong to any ancient race, there are theoretical records about it in the classics, but no one has ever tried to make such a powerful monster, this is a new generation of monsters created by Haynes himself, more terrifying than those god-level characters who are simply Moria and Atlantis.
According to the theory, the appearance of this kind of monster has only one purpose: to meet the Buddha and kill the Buddha, and to meet the gods to kill the gods Subject 999 seemed to feel new to everything, but he sniffed out the unfriendly smell of the Restoration Archdeacon in front of him, and tilted his head, as if to look at the face in front of him, it was clear that Haynes was no longer what he used to be, so 999 did not recognize him for a moment.
But nothing can be hidden from God.
The subject finally smelled the familiar smell of his body, and a series of images flashed in his mind, this blurred human face outside the glass cabin for many years, it was this guy who had been using various means to carry out all kinds of unbelievable experiments on himself in an almost devastating way.
His eyes opened slightly, and a surge of golden light shot out of his pupils
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