Book 9: Chapter 7: Bloodline Fusion
Gradually, consciousness returned. The Iceflame Demon’s anger and memories quickly faded, turning into countless memory symbols absorbed completely by Qin Lun. He also learned all of the demon’s innate abilities and combat skills.
Of course, he could not use these innate abilities and combat skills with his current body. Although the demon blood he obtained was very pure, it was only a bottle of essence blood, and the quantity was too small. There was also a big gap between his physical fitness and that of a high-rank Iceflame Demon, so he could not use most of the Iceflame Demon’s talents.
“Boom!” The pale blue ice pillar, which had already shown signs of melting, completely exploded. Ice shards shot out in all directions like machine gun bullets. Fortunately, Major Montana had already made the ordinary researchers in the laboratory evacuate, and the others had also hidden behind cover, so there were no casualties.
“Crack!” The frost covering the youth’s eyelids shattered. Qin Lun slowly opened his eyes.
The whites of his eyes showed a beautiful azure blue luster. In his right eye pupil, a silver-white clock face appeared, with its three hands slowly moving clockwise.
His left eye pupil, which should have been the garnet black-red target, now showed a strange state. A bright blue ice flame floated in the center of the black-red target, looking somewhat mysterious and eerie.
“Step…” Qin Lun took a step and walked out of the shattered Amniotic Tank. However, he immediately stumbled. Looking down, his lower legs had turned into demon feet, and the sharp hooked claws on the toes dug deeply into the metal floor, leaving a dent in the floor of the airship.
Qin Lun raised his hands, looked at his strong arms and the pair of palms like strange eagle claws, and suddenly had an idea. He reached out and grabbed a metal instrument beside him.
“Creak!” Because he had not yet adapted to his new strength in his transformed state, the metal plate on the surface of the instrument twisted and deformed like thin paper in his hand. His entire palm sank into the metal instrument, like a steel knife piercing a piece of tofu.