The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Clang!

The two swords and the two blades were brought together.

As a skilled semi-meaty explosive assassin, Clockwork Man was not good at strength after all. After a brief wrestling, he soon realized that his opponent's strength was obviously not inferior to his own.

As Watson was kicked in the lower abdomen, the two separated again.

"(German) It's you..."

Xiao Bu was dealing with his opponent, and Clockwork Man spoke for the first time. There was no other reason. Watson's appearance and the pair of dazzling blood-red bone blades in his hands really impressed him.

"Are you a boy or a girl? It doesn't matter, I will cut it open and take a look..."

The clockwork man remembered the figure of the woman who killed him on a rainy night in Heidelberg in 1944. Since his handsome appearance in his early years was disfigured due to an experimental accident, he was filled with jealousy of the beautiful face in front of him.

Watson didn't waste any time and rushed forward to try to draw the A a few more times. But the effect of this attack was counterproductive. Clockwork Man used an incredible twisting action to dodge sideways, and the T-shaped long sword that rose up cut two long bloody holes in Watson's abdomen.

"You're like a crappy ballerina."

The hoarse voice echoed in the arena, and Clockwork Man began to laugh mercilessly at Watson's poor fighting performance.

I don't know if he diverted his attention by talking, but the arrogance, elegance and confidence that had collapsed due to severe pain seemed to slowly return to him.

Armed with a gorgeous sword flower, Clockwork Man began to take the initiative to attack. Behind his lightweight metal mask, his eyes with the eyelids cut off reflected a bloodthirsty cold light. While using his superb sword fighting skills to tease his opponents, he was also distractedly observing the situation outside the arena.

One, two, three...

There are a total of three mages that can be observed by the field of vision. If they can be eliminated, perhaps this spell that makes him extremely painful will dissipate. As long as you leave here, you can regain the power of immortality through the sacrifice ceremony.

Of course, we have to deal with the difficult guy in front of us first.

He was shot several times and cut seven or eight times by a sword. Watson was covered in blood at this moment. Clockwork Man didn't think his opponent could hold out for too long. In less than a minute of fighting, he had already seen through this rookie's fighting skills, and the next step was to use his sword to kill him.

But Clockwork Man has no idea about the Blacklight Virus.

Not to mention that Watson doesn’t actually need a heart.

Watson was waiting for an opportunity.

Since the two sides fought, he has discovered that although his power is superior, it is far from the level of crushing ordinary people. Michela once said that fighting skills only make sense when the physical gap between the two sides is narrowed to an acceptable range.

After all, if one side is an elephant and the other side is an ant, then there is no suspense about the result of a normal fight (piercing the ears is not called a normal fight).

Clockwork Man has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for many years, and Watson is very aware that his fighting skills are far inferior to those of his opponents. His advantage lies in the vitality and deformation ability of the black light virus. This is something Clockwork Man has never understood. He may think that he is a super soldier with bone-bladed arms.

Now the clockwork man keeps going in circles with himself, and it is very annoying to go away as soon as he sticks to it. If you want to catch the other person, you must induce him to take the initiative to get closer to you. When Clockwork Man makes the blow that he thinks is the winning shot, it is the opportunity he has been waiting for for a long time.

Therefore, Watson has been deliberately showing weakness. Fortunately, his body has strong tolerance and high error tolerance, so it is basically no big problem to avoid being beheaded or limbs amputated; unfortunately, his opponent may not really be fooled.

Fortunately, the clockworker is talking more and more.

Watson felt that the other party was probably floating.

The feeling of hunger was surging in his body, gradually becoming stronger. Watson could guess that his eyes were now red without looking in the mirror. Although he suffered a lot of damage, the feeling this body gave him had not yet reached its limit.

It's purely his own feeling. Perhaps this is also the benefit of not having a system. He doesn't even know whether he will die in the next second. With a handsome face expressionless, Watson raised the bone blade again and charged forward.

Clang!

The bone blade was skillfully swung away, and Clockwork Man's swords stabbed up and down towards Watson's body. A moment later, two sword blades pierced the heart and the abdominal cavity.

"Do you feel it? The smell of death..."

Clockwork Man's arms exerted force, using the exact same posture as when Watson stabbed himself in 1944, and pushed up Watson's body with two swords strung together. His heart was filled with the thrill of successful revenge, and he couldn't wait to see a little expression on Watson's pretty face.

The opportunity is coming!

At the same moment that the sword blade penetrated the body, four dark red tentacles quickly stretched out from the breach in the clothes on Watson's upper body, binding the clockwork man's waist and lower limbs respectively. Although the strength of the tentacles is only comparable to that of ordinary people, if it is only used as a rope, tying it up a few times is enough to interfere with the opponent's actions.

With both hands retracting the bone blade and tightly grasping Clockwork Man's upper arm, Watson hit the opponent's shiny visor with a headbutt.

Bang!

Before he could realize why the person in front of him suddenly had a few extra "hands", the lenses of the mask's eyes were smashed to pieces by the headbutt, and his vision suddenly blurred. Clockwork Man wanted to stretch out his legs to kick the opponent away, but he immediately felt that his limbs were restricted.

Then there was a sound of the blade rubbing against metal.

My hands lost their feeling.

Although the pain-sensing nerves had been surgically removed, Clockwork Man still realized at this moment that his hands had been chopped off. The face in front of him stared at a pair of red eyes, and the cold gaze was divided into many twisted death declarations in the cracked field of vision.

He didn't get a chance to see it better.

The cold bone blade pierced through the jaw, and the broken soul left the body and floated in the air.

Clockwork Man saw himself dead in the arena. His head was penetrated by a scarlet bone blade from his jaw. Two severed arms fell at the feet of his opponent. What flowed out from the incision was not blood, but blood. It is rotten soil.

Look at your opponent's face again.

This person is so beautiful...

It's not like Clockwork Man hasn't suffered physical destruction in his decades of battle. But the devil's whisper will retain his soul, and when he opens his eyes again, it will be the beginning of a comeback.

Without exception.

As a result, he became more and more unscrupulous, showing off his arrogance in battle and admiring the fear on the faces of those weak humans.

But not this time.

The devil's whispers no longer sounded, nor did the familiar feeling of sleepiness appear. Instead, there was an inexplicable pulling force, pulling him to fly towards the dark corner of the arena.

That's a black cat.

......

The entire battle took less than two minutes.

At the moment when the bone blade pierced the skull, the fragments of Clockwork Man's fleeting life swept towards Watson's brain one after another. Unlike the ordinary people before, Watson got something more this time.

Chief among them is combat skill.

This is not like the kind of systematic teaching of host skills in novels, where the protagonist learns it directly after shaking his body. The decades of skills in using firearms and swords contained in Clockwork Man's memory still require Watson to gradually master them after a lot of practice.

If you explain it from a game perspective...

It just opens a multiple skill experience BUFF.

As for Clockwork Man's engineering and mechanical knowledge, as well as his own master-level surgical experience, Watson basically didn't extract any of it. I don’t know if it’s because my body’s current capabilities are limited, or because my brain’s IQ is not high enough.

Fortunately, the clockwork man died after all.

The mage on the side made a signal, which meant that the soul of the Clockwork Man had completely returned to the embrace of death, just like countless normal dead creatures.

The clockwork man's arrogance ultimately cost him his life.

Looking at the entire "Hellboy" movie, this is Clockwork Man's biggest flaw. If he hadn't been pretentious, "Hellboy" would have ended in the first 20 minutes. The protagonist wouldn't even have to show up, and there wouldn't be a need for a third movie.

Watson pulled out the two T-shaped swords stuck in his body and breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the Clockwork Man's completely transformed body. After imitating his previous actions, Watson held the T-shaped sword and swung it in a few postures. Watson had a slightly strange feeling.

It was as if he had wielded the long sword for many years.

I wonder if after a few years of training, I can reach the level of Clockwork Man that can block bullets with a sword? This performance was what Watson had just seen in Clockwork Man's memory. This ability was so cool that it was a pity that Clockwork Man had no chance to use it this time.

Watson sat on the ground to catch his breath and wait for Uncle Hamill to open the portal to take him back to Raccoon City. At this moment, he finally had some free time, so he began to think about several questions:

What is the identity of that black cat?

Why should it help itself?

He raised his left hand, and the cat's paw mark on his palm disappeared. I have to admit that this black cat helped me a lot. If we go to test the umbrella company headquarters according to the original plan, unless we are lucky enough to meet the clockwork man and get alone, this matter will definitely not be over yet.

And if you really fight in...

Encountering a room full of enemies and BOWs (Biological Weapons) is certain; I might have to extract the memories of the unlucky soldiers while relying on these memories to wander around the unfamiliar underground headquarters; in the end, there is a high probability that I will be exposed in the battle. Ability, and then being plotted by Madam Viper.

I'm not strong enough, Watson thought.

That's why I needed so many calculations this time, and the key to final success actually relied on my opponent's carelessness. That's why I habitually hide my secrets all day long, not daring to reveal my abilities at will, for fear of being targeted.

I really envy those invincible protagonists...

Recalling in his mind the appearance of Alex, the protagonist of "Prototype", wearing biochemical armor and killing everyone in the army, Watson felt that he was far from the legendary black light virus pathogen now.

A game is a game after all, and players must always be given some room to operate. What's more, one of the selling points of the game "Prototype" is the refreshing combat, which is also a key to the success of the first generation.

But now this is no longer a game.

Watson looked at his slender arms. The scars left in the battle had long since healed and disappeared. The fierce hunger from all parts of his body told him that the devouring instinct at the top of the food chain was eager to absorb more creatures.

Okay, that's an exaggeration. In fact, if you give it a piece of chocolate, it will still eat it.

Just as Watson was thinking silently, a portal opened in the open space in front of him, and the plate-armored mage, Uncle Hamil, came out carrying a bloody hammer.

"Yo? Is this solved?"

Looking at the wreckage on the ground, and then at the mages who were cleaning up the place, Uncle Hamil took off his helmet and scratched his neck: "You guys moved pretty fast, I was only delayed for two minutes... .”

Seeing the blood all over Watson's body, he frowned: "Is this your blood? The injury is quite serious. Can you hold on?"

"Stop, stop! Don't touch me!"

Watson, who was sitting on the ground, straightened up and avoided Uncle Hamill's outstretched hand. Now his body was hungry. Although the instinct to devour can basically be controlled, it still requires a little concentration on your part to do it. If you accidentally lose your concentration, you will be in trouble.

Seeing that Watson's movements were still nimble and agile, Uncle Hamill was relieved.

"By the way, you are..."

This time it was Watson's turn to look at the opponent.

"Oh, you're talking about this." Uncle Hamil shook the hammer in his hand, leaving a few dark blood stains on the stone tile floor: "I played with those soldiers, so the hall has probably been occupied. Come on, how about I take you to the clothing store before?"

After saying that, he took out a backpack from his body: "This is the bag you left behind."

Watson thanked him and took the backpack, but then his pupils shrank: on the stone tile floor behind Uncle Hamill, the black cat was squatting quietly. The little guy seemed to have just had a feast, and was licking the corners of his mouth with his tongue, and his green eyes narrowed.

"Can you look at that cat for me?"

"what?"

Seeing the direction of Watson's finger, Uncle Hamill looked back at the stone tile floor, but he looked at it for a while and then looked back: "What cat are you talking about? Why didn't I see it?"

"Um...I was dazzled, sorry."

The black cat is obviously there, can no one see it except myself? Watson frowned slightly, watching the black cat slowly disappear into the darkness with elegant cat steps, but the clearing mages passing by did not react at all.

What kind of creature are you?

"Are you sure you're fine? Do you want me to come and take a look?" Uncle Hamill looked around and felt something was wrong. He even took off a one-handed war hammer from his waist, apparently intending to give it to Watson. Get some physical therapy.

"I'm fine! Please open the portal quickly, thank you."

Watson had an expression like "Don't come over here" and raised the two T-shaped swords in his hands.