Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 579 The Ultimate Creature!

Martin had long guessed that Vermouth had not had her cognition distorted, and he knew that her primary target was still Haibara Ai. As soon as Vermouth made a move, he followed her.

The ripple ray that forced back Vermouth hit Judy. Martin was originally aiming at her wound. The ripple energy melted the flesh and blood at the wound and stuck them together, giving her a hard-core way to stop the bleeding.

Vermouth leapt to the second-floor window, and the first person she saw was Conan standing in front of the window.

Professor Agasa and Haibara Ai were in the corner. The professor blocked Haibara Ai behind him and looked at her with a nervous look on his face.

Although she had discovered through thermal sensing that there was a seven-year-old boy inside, when she saw with her own eyes that it was indeed Conan, Vermouth was still furious - as expected, it was this boy who saw through her plan.

Not only did Conan see through Vermouth's plan, he also blocked the window to give her a big gift.

Seeing a black shadow appear in front of the window, Conan hurriedly dodged, revealing a working ultraviolet spotlight hidden behind him. It was smaller than those outside, but just enough to illuminate the window.

Hiss——Vermouth's skin instantly showed signs of being burned. If it was a vampire without a substitute, it would have been reduced to ashes by now. But the Pillar Man's physique is much stronger than a vampire, and he can hold on for a few seconds before being petrified to protect himself.

Suddenly, Vermouth's chest opened up, a dark crack appeared in the physical sense, and a wet folding umbrella came out from it.

The Pillar People's ability to manipulate their bodies is far beyond human imagination, and it is very easy for them to reserve a space in their bodies to store things.

The umbrella was opened immediately after it was spit out. It was a coated parasol that effectively blocked the penetration of ultraviolet rays. Vermouth's whole body curled up behind the umbrella and rushed into the room.

It's coming in! Conan was startled, and quickly squatted down to hold the football under his feet, turned on his foot-strengthening shoes, and prepared to use his second move.

There was also an FBI agent in the room with a pistol in his hand. He reacted only then and fired several shots at Vermouth. Although several holes were made on the parasol, it actually had no effect on Vermouth.

The bullet that hit Vermouth's body penetrated into her body under Vermouth's control, and was then ejected by her at a speed no less than the original one, destroying the ultraviolet spotlight in front of her. Another bullet injured the FBI agent's left shoulder.

At this time, Martin had caught up with her. With ripples under his feet, he stepped on the wall and ran up to the second floor. He jumped into the window like a hawk, and attacked Vermouth from behind with his fists gathered with ripples.

Conan's special effects killing football also flew over, and knowing that Vermouth had an excellent physique, he kicked it directly at her head.

A vicious look flashed in Vermouth's eyes, and her arms waved like afterimages. She and Martin waved their arms at each other like two cats fighting. After more than ten moves, she forced Martin back, and during the process, she cut the football with her arm blade.

Martin took a few steps back, looking serious: "It seems that I have to use my ultimate move now..."

Conan thought to himself when he heard this: If you have a big move, you should use it earlier!

Vermouth stopped moving and looked at Martin warily. Three fingers on her right hand were broken, and the broken surface was orange-red like magma. The energy called ripples only touched her a little during the fight, and the life energy that was much stronger than sunlight burned her fingers.

"The secret weapon is..." Martin lifted his robe and pulled out a dark and hideous object from behind him: "Of all the martial arts, this is Thompson's Ripple Sprint!"

The Thompson submachine gun is nicknamed the Chicago Typewriter. The first half of the nickname comes from the fact that Chicago gangs are particularly fond of using it, and the second half comes from the fact that the crisp and rhythmic sound it makes during firing is like a mechanical typewriter.

Dadadadadadadadadada——!
Flames were spitting out of the muzzle of the gun, and bullet shells were falling to the ground. The dense rain of bullets poured directly towards Vermouth.

Conan, hiding in the corner, was dumbfounded: Is this the ultimate move you are talking about?

Although I knew he was a very reckless guy, I didn't expect him to go to this extent! He suddenly shot wildly in the room with a Thompson submachine gun that he got from somewhere!

...What was that inner drama just now about? Was someone's lines forced upon me?
But are submachine guns really useful? Just now, the FBI agent shot her with a pistol, but she used the bullet instead!

Of course, he couldn't rely entirely on the submachine gun. He used the ripples to absorb the ground under his feet to enhance his grip. Martin shot while striding towards Vermouth despite the recoil.

Vermouth wanted to repeat the same trick, absorbing the bullets first, and then returning all the bullets as soon as Martin's attack stopped, so she pretended to be shot and turned her back to Martin.

By the time she could make out the footsteps amid the typing sounds, Martin had already approached her from behind, raised the empty submachine gun in his hand, swung it in a circle with ripples filling it, and smashed it down!

The deformed ribs pierced out from Vermouth's back. Although some of them were melted by the ripples, they still blocked Martin's attack.

It was another strange fight where either side could deal a fatal blow if they just touched each other, so both sides were dodging carefully.

Outside the building.

"Gunshots, and from a submachine gun?" Akai Shuichi looked towards the window. Vermouth was just a primitive human with only two big buttocks, and the one who fired the gun must be a pretty boy... The FBI could only bring in some pistols, so where did this guy get the submachine gun?

But there is another person who carries a submachine gun... Akai Shuichi looked at the man in a skirt who was pressed against the wall. I wonder where Gin's submachine gun went after he transformed.

"Don't have any bad ideas--" Akai Shuichi suddenly spoke, turned around and pointed the gun at Vodka's forehead behind him.

"..." Cold sweat broke out on Vodka's head, and he had to slowly raise his hand from the gun at his waist.

Bang! There was a muffled sound, and Akai Shuichi looked up and found that it was the FBI base building, and Vermouth flew out of the second-floor window.

The pretty boy won?
Why did she run away? Martin didn't think he had won the fight. His arms were cut by Belmode's Light Flow, Brilliant Slide several times, leaving many bloody wounds. His fighting power was constantly declining.

But if I continue to fight, my blood will turn into super hot blood with a lot of ripples. Is Vermouth retreating to prevent me from blinding her with blood?
No! Martin patted his chest and found it was empty - his Edger Redstone was gone!

Outside the building, the FBI reacted very quickly when they saw Vermouth coming out. Except for the agent who rescued Judy, the others immediately turned the available ultraviolet spotlights and directed them at Vermouth.

Vermouth, who was lying on the ground, suddenly turned her head and faced the ultraviolet light. A gray stone mask appeared on her face. The Stone Mask was created by Pillar Man Kaz to overcome the weakness of not being able to face the sun and to allow his people to evolve into ultimate creatures. It can also be used on ordinary creatures, turning them into inferior vampires.

And Vermouth's stone mask has an extra triangular groove on it, inlaid with the Edge Red Stone snatched from Martin, and the ultraviolet beam shot by the FBI replenishes the final energy for her evolution.

"Not good!" When Shuichi Akai saw the stone ghost mask made of Edge Red Stone on Vermouth's face, it was too late. As the ultraviolet beam shone on him, a row of bone spurs extended from the edge of the stone ghost mask and pierced into Vermouth's skull.

“Ah——!” For a moment, Vermouth let out a painful roar, and her whole body radiated a colorful light, even the bones in her body seemed to become visible.

Bang! Maybe it was because of the long-term load or some unknown reason, all the ultraviolet spotlights on the scene exploded and all the lights were blown up!

The seven-colored light disappeared, and the FBI watched Vermouth slowly get up from the ground, her expression still a little confused.

Completely ignoring the FBI who were very wary of her, Vermouth looked down at her hands. She felt that her body had once again undergone some changes, and she was now understanding her abilities.

Under the FBI's horrified gaze, Vermouth's palm twisted and then turned into a squirrel standing on her bare wrist. Then it twisted again and turned into a flower and a butterfly.

"What is that? Can that guy control his life freely?"

By the time Vermouth returned her hand to its original shape, it was daybreak.

A new sun rose from the eastern horizon, and the golden sunlight quickly advanced from there to here on the ground. The FBI felt that the night was gone and the light finally arrived: "The sun is out! That guy is dead!"

However, someone soon noticed something was wrong and pointed forward: "Look."

I saw Vermouth standing proudly in the sunshine, looking very happy, and she didn't look like she was hurt by the sunshine at all.

"Belmod..."

"With her back to the sun, basking in the sunshine! Lifting up her loincloth!"

"That girl is already invincible! She no longer has any weaknesses, and I'm afraid the ripples won't have any effect on her!" Judy, who had regained consciousness, had her pupils tremble: "She is immortal, and no one can defeat her... The perfect creature, the ultimate organism Vermouth, was born!"

On the top of the small building, Conan and Martin leaned against the window and looked out. Even though Conan had never watched "JOJO" or read the FBI's file on Vermouth today, he knew that the current situation was definitely not optimistic: "Hey, what should we do now?"

Martin said calmly: "Faced with this situation, the Joestar family still has a tactic that has been passed down from generation to generation that they can use."

As he said that, Martin looked back and saw Professor Agasa and Haibara Ai also walking towards him.

Conan was delighted, and then he suddenly realized: It is obvious that the character transformed by Martin is the protagonist of the story, and at the end of the story, the protagonist defeats the villain, so no matter how strong and invincible Vermouth becomes, Martin should be able to come up with the protagonist's plan to defeat her.

"What tactics?"

"That's it--" Martin dragged out a long sound, looked down and saw Vermouth's murderous expression, immediately turned around and picked up Conan with his left hand and Haibara Ai with his right hand, then jumped out: "You're going to get away with it!"

Conan, who was being carried and running, had some vague impression of it. It seemed like he had heard his classmates playing this joke a long time ago - is it used here?
"Your tactic is to escape?"

"That's right, since we can't beat him, why can't we run away!" Martin looked back and found that Vermouth was turning his arms into bird wings and flying towards him.

"Hey, can your transformation be reset?" Conan reminded. Not to mention that it has exceeded the minimum progress of 14 hours for Martin to trigger the transformation, it is already very close to 24 hours. As long as Martin takes a short nap now, Vermouth's transformation will be canceled and she will return to her original state.

Even if Martin can't sleep, Conan still has a course of anesthetic injections. He highly recommends Martin to get a full package.

"That's what I said, but there's no rush." ​​Martin said calmly as he ran away: "I still have a tactic that I haven't used yet, and you've experienced this tactic before. I hope we can cooperate as well as last time."

"Ah?" Conan, who was held by Martin's left hand, looked confused. From this point on, there was no tacit understanding - he had no idea which tactic Martin was talking about that they had experienced together.

"Continue to run away?" Haibara Ai, who was being held in the other hand, asked with a little disdain.

"No, it's the armor-piercing dog that eats my tail-stabilized molting shell!"

"What?" Conan was confused. The name did sound familiar, and he even felt a dull pain in his butt when he heard it. But before he could figure out where he had heard this before, Martin pulled him in front of him and let go of him in mid-air.

At the same time, Martin took a deep breath, swung his right foot back to gather strength, and kicked Conan's butt hard in mid-air.

"Hook kick!" With a 270-degree loop kick, Conan was accurately kicked towards Vermouth.

"Waaaaaa!" Conan's eyes widened after being kicked, and he flew towards Vermouth like a cannonball, waving his hands weakly in the air. Fearing that Conan didn't fly far enough, Martin also released ripples on him.

Vermouth, who was angrily chasing Martin and Shirley, and was only ten meters away from them, saw the brat from Yukiko's family flying towards her with his arms waving, with ripples surrounding his body. If she ignored him, he would surely be buried under the ripples.

Damn it - Vermouth's hands turned from wings back into hands, and she caught Conan, who still had ripples attached to his body. Then her hands also produced a strong ripple, which was transmitted to Conan's body through her hands, and actually began to cancel out the ripples attached to Conan by Martin - for those who have not practiced ripples, ripples are harmful to people, but two ripples with opposite frequencies can cancel each other out.

After catching Conan, the angry Vermouth slapped Conan hard on the butt with her backhand, and then threw Conan to the ground.

Slap me? Conan was slumped on the ground in confusion, and the sensation on his buttocks only started to become hot. According to the setting, the Ultimate Creature has a grip strength of 900kg/cm, so the force of the slap would not be small.

We have never met before, isn't it a bit presumptuous of you to do this?

(End of this chapter)