Pregnant Ability Transformation Terra

He became the insider in the attack and made a great contribution to the Bolivarian offensive plan.

As his child, the girl should have been evacuated to a safe place.

But she wanted to be with her father.

She didn't want to hear the news of her father's death at home again.

If we succeed, we’ll live together. If we fail... then we’ll die together!

The brutal war has caused her to lose contact with her adoptive father Pancho for two days. She doesn't know whether this war is just, nor does she know whether everything she has done is right. In the last moments of her life, the only thing she thinks about is her most important relatives.

Snapped!

A translucent bottle containing blue pills was thrown in front of her.

"Stand up, Quill, it's time to give up!" A male voice sounded, calling the girl Rafiela's military code name.

Since she followed her father into the Bolivarian Army, she certainly did not go to the battlefield alone, but the encouragement from her comrades meant little to her.

"...There are only 9 of us left, and there are at least 500 people surrounding us. I am not infected, so even if I take the potion, I will only become weaker because I cannot use Originium skills."

"already……"

An old man who looked over fifty and was wearing a simple military uniform interrupted her and said, "Even if you can't use Originium skills, with your strength, after your injury heals, you can bring two more people with you on the journey."

"Every time we kill an enemy, our comrades will have a better chance of survival, and Bolivar will be one step closer to true peace!"

"Eat it, and then we'll try to break out again!"

Filtering through the man's other words, Quill Pen's mind echoed the words 'other comrades will have a better chance of survival'.

Would the father's chances of survival also increase?

that……

Swallow ten pills in one gulp.

A moment later, a completely different world slowly unfolded in her eyes...

"This is evolution..."

The potion seemed to awaken something, and the hunter's aura continued to overflow from her body.

At such a young age, she can wield a giant sickle and reap lives at will. She is the type with extremely high combat talent!

"Let's go and give a surprise to those criminals who betrayed the country." Feeling this extremely oppressive aura, the middle-aged man revealed a sinister smile.

It seems that the probability of survival is a little higher.

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At the same time, the city of Dosores was turned into a meat grinder.

The Singas Dynasty and its suzerain, Letania, jointly attacked Colombia, accusing the Dawn Company of the Colombian Federation of developing the Holy Healing Potion, which had caused them unimaginable losses, and demanded that Colombia give them an explanation!

Chapter 37 Luo Cheng likes to say to those who think they are right: No

As the blue pill went down her throat and into her stomach, the world in Quill's eyes was never the same again.

The Originium energy in the body slowly disappears and is transformed into biological energy, continuously strengthening all parts of the body.

Muscle fibers, internal organs, nerves, fascia, blood...

The raindrops falling from the sky were clearly visible, and seemed still in her eyes.

She reached out to grab them, and a shadow flashed by. All the raindrops within half a meter in front of her were pinched in her hand, turning into streams of water and flowing through her fingers.

She originally had an advantage in speed, and her attack speed was far beyond that of ordinary people, and the Holy Healing Potion seemed to have enhanced her advantage.

Now she is faster than before when she used her full power of Originium Technique!

Closing her eyes, she could feel everything in her body, her lungs taking in air, the electrical signals in her brain flowing, her heart pumping blood, and she had a feeling

She has control over it all.

As long as she wants, she can speed up the signals in her brain, stop her heartbeat, and make the glands in her body secrete the hormones she wants.

Is this the real evolution?

Her heartbeat was accelerating as she explored the deepest part of her body.

She felt...hungry!

The cells in her body were screaming and wailing. They needed more Originium energy!

When she opened her eyes again, she reached out for the long-handled scythe, which was her weapon.

For the practitioners of Originium arts in this world, whether they are holding swords, knives, shields, crossbows or guns, the appearance is only the appearance of the weapon.

The essence of these weapons is the same...staffs with different appearances!

The specially processed Originium crystal core vibrates the user's Originium skills, and the energy flows along the Originium circuit, bringing creation, destruction, and death.

click!

The Originium crystal core embedded in the sickle, which had accompanied her for many years, was easily removed by Quill Pen's fingernails.

He scratched his forearm with his finger and blood gushed out. The bright red inside was exposed to the air under the broken skin.

Following his instinct, he placed the crystal core on the wound. After a while, a magical scene occurred. The source stone was actually slowly "melting"!

5 times...10 times...

The 'roaring' of the hungry cells gradually became smaller, and in a very short period of time, the physical fitness of the feather pen caught up with the infected!

"Let's go."

Quill led the way out of the bunker.

With a pinch of two fingers, as if it had been rehearsed in advance, an arrow stopped there.

With a flick of his hand, a blood arrow flew out in the distance, and someone had died.

Everything slowed down, so slow that it seemed as if it was going against the current.

Memories of past lives kept flashing back in his mind. All scenes related to battles, those in training, actual combat, the teachings of his adoptive father, those in books, and even those in animations, were integrated one by one and continuously optimized.

Every minute, every second, she could feel her skills improving by leaps and bounds.

…Inner vision and control of the body is more useful than you think.

The severe pain is the price of trial and error in trying to better develop one's potential.

There are 499 enemies right in front of you. A little pain is nothing. A destructive attempt will only result in death if it fails.

If you cannot become stronger, you will lose your life at the hands of the enemy.

It's death anyway, so why not give it a try?

Various hormones are secreted at a high speed, the brain works faster and faster, and the wet hair ends even emit steam due to the heat inside the skull.

Swish!

Dozens of arrows pierced through the afterimage.

In just one second, the feather pen traveled across a hundred meters, and ordinary people's eyes could not even catch up with her shadow.

[Physical skills: extreme speed cutting! ]

The feather pen and the scythe moved quickly, a shadow flashed by, and in an instant the enemy that was passed by was chopped into pieces.

[Physical Skills: Bloody Harvest! ]

The sickle was swung to create a vacuum, and then the air blade flew out, chopping the surrounding government soldiers into pieces along with their armor.

The blood soaked the surface of the Quill Pen, and the holy healing cells in the skin greedily absorbed the trace amounts of Originium crystals in the Terran blood.

She was getting better.

15 times... 20 times... She is getting stronger as she continues to kill.

The special cells in the Holy Healing Potion are highly universal and can survive in everyone's body, but there are always some special individuals who are more adaptable and are simply the perfect seedbed for the Holy Healing Cells.

The Holy Healing Cells in their bodies will be more active, which allows them to reach the 72-fold potion limit faster than ordinary people or even infected people. Of course, they are also more likely to be hungry. If the Holy Healing Cells in their bodies are not satisfied and they often replenish the Originium energy in large quantities, they may... starve to death!

As time went by, the enemies could hardly even see the shadow of the feather pen. All they could see were their comrades around them, their limbs flying everywhere and dying on the spot.

Under the terrible psychological pressure, deserters began to appear and the situation of the war was reversed.

"Quillen, let's go!" The middle-aged man who gave her the potion shouted loudly while shooting crossbow arrows for long-range support.

A protracted battle is a taboo in military strategy.

Now that the encirclement has been torn open, let's retreat quickly and join the main force!

"Quill! Did you hear that!"

Hearing the calls of her comrades, the girl, covered in blood, was in a trance for a moment and woke up from the pleasure of evolution.

But it's too late.

A tremendous force suddenly hit the girl, and she was blown into the air. With blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, she turned around and saw more than 20 figures in black robes and masks standing there silently.

They are not from the government army.

...It's Leitania's Tower Warlock Legion!

The suzerain state behind the Singas Dynasty came to an end.

“…This time I’m really going to die.”

Swish.

Quill waved his arm and made an internal tactical gesture to the middle-aged man.

The meaning is very simple.

I'll cover you, and you guys flee!

The power gap is too big. The only way for everyone to survive is to stay behind and use the speed advantage to try the kite tactic. Otherwise, everyone will die here.

Counterattack? Impossible.

A group of more than 20 Originium expert warlocks appeared together. This was no longer something that a normal person could contend with.

It is a blessing to be able to escape with luck!

hum...

The invisible waves around the black-robed warlock began to resonate in unison.

The energy of the Originium surged, the tall building shattered, and fell towards the location of the feather pen.

The battle between life and death has begun!

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In the headquarters meeting room of the Colombian Ministry of National Defense, sitting in front of a war sand table that reflected the detailed terrain of Bolivar, Luo Cheng listened to the people around him talking left and right as they described the general situation.

"Bolivar and Letania...what is their so-called explanation?"

One of the old men, who was wearing the rank of general, answered, "They want all the information and technology of your Holy Healing Potion, as well as your company's other research data, as compensation for the losses they suffered."

After hearing the old man's answer, Luo Cheng nodded calmly.

"What about you? What does the government think about this matter?"

Another elder followed up, “We need to know what you think about this matter before we can decide what to do.”

This is normal. If something like "We are about to fight to the death, why does Your Majesty surrender first?" or if the superiors advocate peace while the subordinates stab each other in the back to intensify hatred, Colombia will become an international laughing stock!

Therefore, before making a decision, the first thing to solve is the issue of unifying internal opinions.

"My opinion? It's simple."