The immortal body is called Teevat

Wukov forced himself to turn around and saw Wu Cheng, who was intact. His eyes were full of shock.

This young man had just been hit on the head by me the hardest blow I had ever dealt him, and his skull had already caved in, yet he was not dead yet.

And Wu Cheng stood there quietly, as if nothing had happened, his eyes full of contempt for Wukov.

The corners of Wu Cheng's mouth gradually rose, and an evil smile appeared on Wu Cheng's face.

"You...how can you...have the power of a demon? Little ghost...you have such an enviable power..."

Wu Cheng said impatiently: "Don't always call me little devil. I don't want to waste time talking to you, so you better get on your way."

Then Wu Cheng used Wei Li to condense a blood-red short spear and stabbed it directly into his heart without any hesitation.

Ukov suddenly felt as if his heart was pierced, and there was a penetrating wound on his chest.

The injured heart was still spewing blood out of the wound.

Due to massive blood loss, Ukov was no longer able to stand and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Wu Cheng pulled out the blood spear that had been inserted into the heart, walked to Ukov's face, half squatted and looked at the dying man.

"You must be addicted to this kind of pain. But considering the harm you have inflicted on these children, it's too easy for you. Go and reflect on this in hell."

Wukov did not listen to the end and went to hell. Wu Cheng looked at Wukov's cold body without any sympathy.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This is normal. If he didn't have such abnormal abilities as immortality and the Death God's Blood Plus, I'm afraid he would be the one lying on the ground today.

Will Ukov sympathize with me at that time? Does it matter? I can't see it anyway, right?

Wu Cheng did not continue to reminisce, but immediately stood up to help Weili absorb the blood of these corpses to restore her strength.

After all, the recovery of Weili's strength now is an indirect increase in her own strength.

……

"It's a complete mess. The experimental subjects have escaped from the prison, and they are slaughtering our researchers..." A researcher who escaped vividly described the tragedy to the missionary.

The missionary overturned the table in front of him and shouted angrily: "Where are Captain Ukov and his troops? Are they just watching the fun? Is this how they protect the safety of the laboratory?"

"Aren't they afraid that if things get out of hand, they won't be able to escape the fate of becoming the Doctor's experimental subjects?"

"Captain Ukov was just killed by a young man with black spiky hair and red eyes. Even though Captain Ukov was so strong, he could still be killed. I'm sure those soldiers are in danger too."

"What did you say? Captain Ukov is dead?! Did you really see it with your own eyes? Tell me! Hurry up and speak!" The missionary grabbed the researcher's collar and yelled angrily.

The researcher trembled and said, "Mr. Missionary, yes, yes, yes, I saw it with my own eyes. Captain Ukov was killed by that little devil."

"How did you kill him?" the missionary asked calmly, as if the person who was roaring angrily just now was not the same person as him.

"The method is very strange. I don't know. It should be the power of the devil..."

The missionary's smile gradually appeared on his face, and his face was in a state of obsession and intoxication, and he muttered to himself.

"As expected of a test subject chosen by the doctor himself. It has such great ability to destroy things. It seems I have to deal with this matter myself."

The missionary also heard the symphony of atonement in the entire laboratory. His face was so gloomy that it frightened the people around him.

The missionary didn't understand why a simple riot today had caused such a big uproar, and even the Fatui army that was protecting the safety of the laboratory was quickly wiped out.

Wouldn't it be better for those kids to just stay in prison and accept the fate they deserve? Why do they have to resist?

The missionary also knew that if he didn't find a way to make amends now, his fate would definitely be neutralized by the doctor.

The missionary felt a little scared when he thought of this, for he knew very well how cruel the doctor's methods of rendering the victim harmless were.

He immediately rushed out and rushed to the place where the riot was taking place.

He couldn't stand by and watch any longer; he had to step in person to end the riot.

As for how to solve the problem afterwards? That is not within the scope of consideration for now. Let's solve it first.

……

"After absorbing so much blood, my strength has recovered a little. It feels good to have my strength restored."

Wei Li was in a good mood because her strength had recovered a little. Her tone was slightly happy and proud.

"Human, a stronger guy is coming. You'd better be prepared. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Wu Cheng was busy cleaning up his sins and only left a brief sentence: "I know."

"What an unpleasant human being. Tsk."

The missionary finally arrived at the core area of ​​the riot. When he saw the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, his eyelids twitched slightly.

Although he had seen many big scenes, those who were killed were all his men! If he lost these men, he would be nothing.

The missionary no longer hesitated. He no longer cared whether these experimental subjects were precious or not. He had to stop the loss in time and get rid of these experimental subjects.

Especially the black hedgehog-headed boy with red eyes. He must be very powerful to be able to defeat a strong man like Ukov.

The missionary believed that it was the demon residue injected into Wu Cheng that gave him the power. Compared to the demon energy in his body, there was nothing to be afraid of.

The current situation does not allow the missionary to hesitate, otherwise all the people in the institute will be massacred. Then the missionary will not only lose his power, but also will not be able to explain to the doctor.

The missionary thought to himself that this was the only trick he could use.

After that, his body continued to expand and change, with red and black scales growing all over his body, his eyes gradually turning scarlet, and his hands changing into a pair of sharp claws.

He was like an enhanced version of a Hilliard thug, except that he exuded an uneasy and frightening aura.

This is why the missionary can gain the doctor's trust. He himself is not the owner of the Eye of God, and it seems that God has never paid attention to him.

In order to gain powerful strength, the missionary took the initiative to participate in the doctor's experiment and was injected with the residue of the demon.

But unfortunately, such a scourge as him is still alive and possesses more powerful power than the owner of the Eye of God.

This was the missionary's biggest trump card. What he injected was the residue of the demon, and the strength he gained was stronger than those children who were only injected with diluted liquid.

He believed that in the face of absolute strength, a semi-finished experimental product like Wu Cheng would definitely not be able to defeat him.

The missionaries thought that this riot would be suppressed quickly by themselves.

The missionary's white lab coat had already burst. The scales on his body were glittering. His sharp claws could even reflect a frightening cold light.

Under the daylight of the laboratory, the scales on the missionary's body glowed black and red, looking dangerous and strange.

The children who were clearing their sins were frightened, and even their movements slowed down a bit. This was a kind of suppression from the aura and power.

The missionaries treated these children in a very rough way, killing them on the spot without any explanation, and they did not care whether these experimental materials were dead or alive, or whether they were precious.

The missionary suddenly felt a cut on his body, and he instinctively thought that it was the resistance of the experimental subjects that caused him to be injured.

"But a mere ant-like resistance cannot defeat me who possesses the power of a demon." The missionary thought proudly.

Little did he know that Willy was sucking his blood for Wu Cheng to perform the Death by Blood Skill. Now the initiative was no longer in the missionary's hands.

Wu Cheng immediately established contact with the missionary. Now the missionary's life and death were in Wu Cheng's hands.

Soon the missionaries arrived near Wu Cheng, and Wu Cheng also saw the monster not far from him, but he did not panic or show any fear.

He had already used Willy's ability to absorb a little bit of the monster's blood. A little bit was enough to activate the Death Blood.

Because he is immortal, he is not afraid of this monster. And he has the unreasonable spell of death by blood, so this monster should be afraid of him.

Wu Cheng and the missionary looked at each other. Wu Cheng saw a black shadow flash quickly in front of him, and the missionary's sharp claws directly pierced Wu Cheng's body.

The missionary thought that Wu Cheng had been killed by him, and felt that Wu Cheng was just so-so and could not even withstand his attack.

And Ukov is obviously even worse than that. It is really fun that Ukov could be killed by such a guy.

But he suddenly felt as if something had pierced through his body. Five bright bloody holes appeared on his chest.

"Could it be that someone attacked me by surprise? These little brats still have some tricks up their sleeves. Humph, do they think they can kill me with this level of attack? Ridiculous."

The missionary looked around but didn't see the man who had attacked him. He simply gave up thinking about it.

After all, how could an elephant care about the resistance of ants? He was about to put down Wu Cheng's body and prepare to deal with the remaining rioters.

But he heard Wu Cheng's mocking voice on his claws: "Hey. With just this little strength, you want to kill me? Don't you think you underestimate me?"

The missionary looked at Wu Cheng in shock. Although the wounds on Wu Cheng's body were bleeding continuously, Wu Cheng's blood-red eyes were staring at him viciously.

The missionary didn't want to waste any more time talking to him. Since this kid was so tenacious, he might as well let him die completely.

The missionary squeezed Wu Cheng's body with his hands so hard that many of his internal organs were crushed.

Wu Cheng's blood was flowing out in large quantities. It seemed that Wu Cheng was about to die.

But what surprised the missionary was that Wu Cheng didn't seem to feel anything at all, he just smiled at the missionary, his eyes were full of coldness and bloodlust.

That look seemed to be telling the missionary: You are dead.

At this moment, the missionary suddenly felt as if his internal organs were severely damaged by an unknown object. He collapsed to the ground without being able to support himself.

The missionary kept spitting out pieces of his own internal organs, and it was difficult for him to get up as if he had suffered a severe blow.

He couldn't understand why someone would completely shatter his internal organs in an instant?

The black hedgehog-haired boy with bloodshot eyes in front of him didn't move at all. He was even in danger.

Ke Chuan was shocked when he looked at the boy. Apart from the marks of his attack on his clothes, the boy's body was intact.

"How can this amount of force be enough? Ah? Haha. You should use more strength! Ah." Wu Cheng said to the missionary in a loud voice.

"Is it you, little brat? Ahem, what a strange ability. You can actually bounce back the damage you received, haha. That guy Ukov deserved his death."

"Haha. No need to say more. You should pay back the sins you committed in this hell little by little now."

Wu Cheng didn't waste any more words with him. He directly turned his blood into a short red spear and stabbed it directly into his heart with all his strength.