American Zombie Detective

Chapter 200 A Missed Opportunity (Celebrating the Completion of Writing)

The helicopter roared as it flew deep into the Carpathian Mountains. However, from the air, the expected hidden base did not appear; instead, there was a shocking ruin.

The massive explosion had clearly occurred not long ago; thick smoke had not yet completely dissipated in some areas, and most of the original building structures had collapsed, with twisted metal frames and shattered concrete blocks piled up haphazardly.

The charred marks from the flames were everywhere, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, burning plastic, and some kind of chemical reagent.

"Their reaction was faster than I expected."

Looking at the ruins below, Qin Jin, although he had already guessed what was going on, couldn't help but admire Mr. K's decisiveness; he was just too professional.

The helicopter eventually landed on a clearing covered with rubble and garbage. Stepping off the plane, a wave of heat and a pungent smell hit us.

As far as the eye could see, there was only destruction. It was almost impossible to find a single intact wall. Important facilities were targeted and destroyed, leaving them particularly devastated.

The area where the control center was located collapsed and was buried by huge blocks of concrete, making it clear that the contents inside could no longer be retrieved.

The four of them searched the place for a while but didn't find many useful clues.

Qin Jin's attitude towards the hunting base was actually quite simple—

If it's convenient, killing this kind of person is fine, but if it's too much trouble, leaving them alone is also acceptable.

Now that they've escaped, we can deal with it another time. I have plenty of time anyway, so I can come back whenever I'm free.

As for clues, instead of wasting time and effort here, it would be better to catch some local vampires or werewolves and ask them; they might know more.

After confirming once again that there was no more valuable information in the ruins, the four returned to the helicopter.

"Where to now?" Selena asked, starting the engine.

Qin Jin unfolded the map and compared the coordinates:

He pointed to a small town on the map, close to their current location: "Let's go here first, Sigishwara. Find a place to settle down; I'll do some experiments with Michael's blood."

The helicopter took off again, carrying the four people and clues they had unexpectedly obtained from the ruins, and flew towards the historic medieval town of Sighisoara.

They checked into a reasonably clean-looking hotel on the outskirts of town, and for safety and convenience, they booked a suite.

As soon as they entered the room, Selena and Michael got to work.

The two quickly drew all the curtains in one bedroom, then added an extra layer of thick blankets: "We need to rest; these past few days have been too exhausting."

Selena said to Qin Jin that both she and Michael looked tired.

"Okay." Qin Jin nodded. "Draw some blood from me."

After the two went to bed and closed the door, Qin Jin set up a temporary experimental table on the coffee table in the living room.

He took out the crystal bottle and carefully opened it.

The blood of Jesus in the bottle was not like a liquid, but more like a solidified dark red asphalt. Its surface was unusually covered with countless extremely fine, hair-like protrusions, and it even trembled slightly as if breathing.

The blood contains an ancient and pure aura, like a sleeping universe, containing endless power.

This feeling far surpassed any extraordinary or supernatural creature Qin Jin had ever seen, and was even a level above his immortal bones!

He took a clean glass dish and a thin glass rod, and carefully scraped off a tiny bit, no bigger than a pinhead, from the edge of the crystal bottle and placed it in the glass dish.

The dark red substance clung to the bottom of the glass dish, and the fuzz seemed to stir restlessly.

Then, he dripped in a drop of Selena's blood.

A sudden and unexpected change has occurred!

The moment that tiny drop of Jesus' blood touched the blood of the dark creature, it suddenly awoke!

It spread outwards in a spiderweb-like pattern at a visible speed, transforming in a short time into an incredibly complex dark red net, as if it possessed its own consciousness, instantly spreading, enveloping, and covering the entire drop of vampire blood.

"laugh--!"

A slight burning sound rang out, and white smoke immediately rose from the point of contact.

Selena's blood, within this tiny net of holy blood, evaporated rapidly, like ice cubes encountering boiling oil.

Purified, vanished without a trace.

The drop of Jesus' blood that had completed the purification mission was almost completely used up, and the blood itself seemed to have undergone little change.

Qin Jin added another entire vial of Selena's blood, and the result was exactly the same—

That drop of holy blood transformed into a net once more, stubbornly and thoroughly evaporating and purifying the entire vial of vampire blood, while also consuming itself completely.

"Such powerful repulsion and purification force—"

Qin Jin muttered to himself, he could clearly feel the absolute restraint and deterrence this sacred object had over the source of darkness.

Next up is Michael's blood.

According to Selena, Michael possesses the perfect blood of the Corvinus clan, which is key to fusing werewolf and vampire powers, and therefore should be different.

However, when a tiny amount of Jesus' blood came into contact with Michael's blood, the reaction was exactly the same as before!

Intense repulsion, a net-like envelopment, rising white smoke, and mutual consumption —

Qin Jin was stunned, but he immediately thought of the hybrid monster that Michael had transformed into.

"Damn it! The blood on Michael isn't the same as before—"

The werewolves and vampires fought over Michael because he was still human at the time, with untainted, perfect blood flowing through his veins.

But now, Michael was bitten by a werewolf and then received Selena's vampire blood. His blood is no longer the pure neutralizer it once was, but has become a carrier mixed with various dark forces.

For the extremely pure blood of Jesus, there is no essential difference between it and vampire blood; both are dark entities that need to be purified.

Experiments proved that Michael's blood was no longer of any use.

It seems I have no choice but to risk it myself.

Qin Jin pondered for a moment, then used a glass rod to take another tiny bit of Jesus' blood, about the size of a pinhead, and licked it very carefully.

In an instant!

An indescribable power suddenly erupted from his mouth!

It was as if it were not a drop of blood, but a miniature sun, releasing pure, purifying energy aimed at all darkness and the dead.

It frantically tried to erode and purify his body, starting with the oral mucosa!

Qin Jin immediately mobilized the primal power dormant deep within his body to fight back.

A cold, deathly, yet vast and boundless power surged from within him, engaging in a fierce tug-of-war with that scorching, sacred power within his body.

His skin surface had faint bluish-gray lines that appeared and disappeared, and it was as if he had a branding iron in his mouth.

The whole process lasted about ten seconds. Qin Jin's power was crushed, obliterated, and absorbed by that trace of Jesus' blood.

Qin Jin exhaled a long breath, which carried a faint wisp of white smoke that then vanished.

He could sense that the tiny bit of holy blood energy had not disappeared, but had instead merged into his body, bringing about an extremely subtle change.

But that's too little; it feels like a drop of water falling into the desert.

Having gained some confidence, he used a glass rod to pluck about a drop of Jesus' blood and resolutely put it in his mouth.

An even stronger impact erupted instantly!

This confrontation was several times more intense than the previous one!

Qin Jin's body jolted violently, his eyes began to turn red, his fangs instinctively emerged, and a suppressed aura of death began to permeate the air, causing the temperature in the entire room to drop abruptly.

After a stalemate of about ten minutes, Qin Jin finally absorbed the entire drop of blood and integrated it into his body.

When everything calmed down, Qin Jin slowly opened his eyes, the crimson faded, and his fangs retracted.

He carefully felt the changes inside his body, and gradually understood that the first thing he felt was a sense of fullness.

It's like a piece of land that has been parched for too long finally receiving a refreshing rain.

His persistent weakness, caused by years of drinking only animal blood, was significantly relieved, as if some fundamental deficiency had been repaired, giving more room to utilize the power that had been suppressed for so long.

According to the game, Qin Jin's original power cap was 100, but it has been continuously weakening, and his current peak is only 60. Without using his source power, his strength is only 10.

But now, his peak power has returned to 70, or even more, and the power he can exert normally has also reached 20.

Secondly, it is a kind of tranquility.

In the past, if too much power was used, or if the zombie was provoked, the bloodlust, madness, and destructive impulses deeply rooted in its nature would surge uncontrollably, and there was even a risk of it getting out of control.

But at this moment, he felt a sense of clarity. His frantic impulse was soothed by a gentle yet firm force, as if his violent soul had been put on a leash—still powerful, but easier to control.

Several abilities that were previously unusable, such as devouring, freezing, and lightning, can now be easily used and manipulated without the risk of going berserk and out of control.

Finally, there is a subtle yet undeniable transformation.

His immortal essence seemed to have been infused with a completely different quality.

It is ancient, majestic, and possesses an indescribable—divinity?

Although it was only a trace, it was like a drop of ink falling into clear water, quietly beginning to change something.

This did not change his race, but rather it was as if a different kind of spark was embedded in his cold, deathly essence.

"Good stuff—" A glint of light flashed in Qin Jin's eyes.

It doesn't eliminate the essence of zombies, but rather acts as a highly effective neutralizer or stabilizer, greatly reducing their negative effects and incidentally making slight optimizations.

However, Qin Jin also sensed a certain bottleneck—

In other words, Qin Jin can absorb at most three drops of this blood; any more than that is of little use.