Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Chapter 69 Mycroft on the Verge of Death

A man in front of us had a scar on his face and was dressed like a construction worker. He was hit in the forehead by a bullet from a revolver, but his head only tilted to the side.

Then, with a dent on its head, it continued charging towards Fren. Its muscles suddenly swelled, strange hair grew on its body, and its face became rugged with sharp teeth and fangs.

Flesh and Blood Type - [Ancestral Enhancement]

This enhancement provides a comprehensive boost to the body, unlike the limited abilities that Furen initially encountered with [Muscle Enhancement].

The other person was pierced through, but seemed completely unaffected.

With a burst of inspiration, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound; instead, a watery liquid gushed out, and it healed quickly.

Elemental System - [Flowing Water]

Not only can they control water, but as their rank increases, they themselves become water, naturally becoming immune to some physical attacks.

Furen gritted his teeth, inwardly exclaiming how outrageous this was. These two abilities were practically equivalent to the Zoan and Elemental Devil Fruits from One Piece. Compared to the Zoan type, they were certainly much weaker, but they completely lacked the weaknesses of Seastone and seawater.

Neither of the revolver bullets could penetrate their defenses, and their bodies could be elementalized; these two must be high-level extraordinary professionals.

Meanwhile, the people Mycroft was facing were also unusual; there were six of them in front of him.

Three people were at the forefront: one agile, and two with bulging muscles. This appearance was not typical of flesh-and-blood or elemental ability users.

"It's a blessing," Mycroft explained quickly in a low voice, his expression remaining unchanged. "The Musician's Blessing and the Warrior's Blessing won't directly awaken any extraordinary abilities, but they will give you extremely strong talent in some ripple-like cultivation techniques."

The three people behind these three appear to be remote support characters.

One was rubbing a fireball, another was holding a pocket watch as if divining, and the third simply and directly started setting up a sniper rifle.

These people opened fire when they were about 150 meters away from Fren and his companion; now they are only 70 or 80 meters away.

The road was flanked by open fields, and Furen figured that even if he wanted to run, he probably couldn't outrun these high-level ability users.

Frenz's mind kept simulating other possibilities, and finally he looked up at the sky.

If only we could fly...

Regardless, we should at least give it a try.

If these people were brought close, Fren would probably be torn to shreds, but it's hard to say what would happen to Mycroft, who was targeted.

Fren rapidly proliferated the cells in his body. He was unable to create flesh and blood wings that could support the combined weight of himself and Mycroft, but fortunately, such plants existed in nature.

For Fren, differentiating plant cell tissues of sufficient strength was much simpler than differentiating flesh and blood cell tissues.

As the plant tissues weave their wings, they simultaneously construct a structure with elastic potential energy between the plant and the ground using torque.

The wings, needless to say, are a full 6 meters long. Since most of a bird's body is made up of lungs and its skeleton is hollow, for a human to fly, their wings must be several times the length of their body.

The structure connecting Furen to the ground acts like a spring, providing them with the power to soar into the sky.

After all, even birds mostly need to push off with their legs to take flight.

Mycroft turned around, watching with great interest as his brother transformed into a gigantic monster.

The wings and elastic structure became increasingly tough and massive, but at the cost of Furen's body gradually becoming emaciated, with some of the substances from his internal organs being extracted as materials for these two things.

When these people were only a dozen meters away from Furen, the elastic potential energy was released instantly. Furen grabbed Mycroft, and the two of them were thrown into the air as if they had been thrown by giants.

Without the slightest hesitation, the people on the ground—the musicians who bestow blessings and the atavistic enhancers—bent their legs slightly and suddenly shot into the air.

The atavistic enhanced one was the fastest, leaping nearly ten meters to grab Furen's calf, trying to pull them down.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mycroft looked at the atavistic enhanced man's forearm, swung his rapier, and chopped off... Furen's leg.

The sword was indeed sharp; Fren's left leg was cleanly severed at the knee.

The atavistic enhancer has nothing to rely on; he can only slide down the highest point of the parabola under the influence of gravity.

As Furen soared into the sky, at the highest point, his curled wings suddenly unfolded, and with Furen's slight adjustments, he began to glide into the distance.

The enormous wings began to turn green, absorbing sunlight to transfer energy into Furen's body, sustaining the energy consumption of flapping the wings.

Fren had no objection to Mycroft cutting off his own leg; he would have made the same choice.

After all, whether the sharpness of this alchemical rapier could cut through the bones of a predatory enhanced individual was unknown. In this situation, there was no room for error, so of course, his leg had to be cut off.

Fren asked, somewhat speechless, "Please tell me, this situation was unexpected."

Fren knew perfectly well how extraordinary Mycroft was. In his memory, Mycroft had performed many butterfly effect-like maneuvers.

Mycroft couldn't possibly have been without a plan to stay away from bodyguards and only with himself, someone who hadn't yet officially entered the superhuman profession.

Furen felt a jolt, but assumed it was just a gust of air. Since the wings were mostly made of wood, Furen couldn't accurately sense air currents, so he was only guessing.

"That's not easy to explain," Mycroft said casually.

Why?

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"I'm running out of time."

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Fren looked down sharply and saw blood trickling from the corner of Mycroft's mouth.

A sniper bullet just hit Mycroft, who was being held by Fren.

Fortunately, I was wearing a custom-made gold-plated suit today from Lagerfeld, which is even more effective than a regular bulletproof vest.

But the bullet was no ordinary bullet; even though it didn't penetrate, it still caused Mycroft serious injuries.

There was no sadness in Fren's eyes; he simply watched Mycroft grow weaker and weaker. He felt that killing Mycroft was more troublesome than killing a cat with nine lives.

Finally, it sighed slightly, grabbed Mycroft's hand, and split off tiny tentacles that burrowed into Mycroft's body.

Like needle and thread, they began to repair and mend.

Fortunately, the structure of elastic potential energy was also brought up by Fren, otherwise, if Fren wanted to help Mycroft, he would probably have had to borrow part of the wing's flight structure.

"You're really going all out." Looking at Mycroft's relatively calm demeanor throughout, Fren mocked, "Not only me, but you even used yourself as bait."

"In order to eliminate some remnants of the old era, some price must always be paid."

Mycroft's voice was strange because his mouth contained many thread-like tentacles.

Feeling the repairs were nearly complete, Fren severed the tentacles, leaving them inside Mycroft's body. "Remember to pay for the medical expenses; it's equivalent to the resurrection armor you prepared for yourself."

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