The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 141 No.20 Six Abel
William Stryker stood in front of the console extremely nervously, peeking at an isolation room a hundred meters away from the laboratory through the monitoring screen on the screen.

This is an extremely spacious room. The walls and floors are covered with high-strength titanium alloy plates, without a single gap. Even the ventilation openings are composed of hundreds of tiny holes like the eyes of a needle, to prevent the leakage of internal substances to the greatest extent.

In the center of the room, stood a sarcophagus in a very strange way.

The sarcophagus is made of black speckled metamorphic rock, about two meters high, with a large number of symbolic patterns engraved on the surface and inside, and a lean male Semitic lay in the open interior.

He is close to 30 years old, with black hair, eyes closed, olive skin, 1.9 meters tall, and his body surface is covered with mysterious gray pictures and texts, most of which appear in the image of demons and evildoers. muscle lines.

He is the final plan for the Weapon X program.

A British archaeological team unearthed the sarcophagus in a desert cave in the Middle East 150 years ago and tried to bring it back to London by ferry.

However, when the ferry finally docked at the port of London, it was found that the ship was dead silent, and no survivors could be found after searching all the cabins.

The terrified people attributed all the reasons to this sarcophagus, and the angry and terrified crowd pried open the sarcophagus, put the unconscious male Semitic inside on the stake, and burned it.

Finally, when the raging flames scorched the skin of the man in the coffin, he woke up.

The man in the coffin killed all the citizens present, but let go of some children who were not as tall as a wheel, and lay back in the sarcophagus on their own.

The terrified children told the Scotland Yard police officers who arrived later that the man in the coffin had been talking to himself an obscure word after the massacre.

That word was proved to mean "triangle" in ancient Hebrew in later textual research, and it can also be extended to mean the third house in astrology in contemporary times.

Scotland Yard followed the advice of the Protestants and put the sarcophagus on a wooden boat and let it drift with the current.

Until 20 years ago, SHIELD discovered this sarcophagus during a search for abnormal objects. After paying huge losses, SHIELD finally captured the man in the coffin, and handed him over to the supervisor based on his mutant characteristics. William Stryker, Project Weapon X.

"This sarcophagus has existed for at least 4000 years according to radioactive isotope detection," William Stricker muttered to himself: "For 20 years, we have been trying to find out the identity of the person in the coffin, trying to communicate with this person who may be The world's oldest mutants communicate, yet these attempts have invariably failed.

Any attempt to touch him will cause the man in the coffin to wake up, and when he is new, he will fall into a trance, and ignore any other creatures he encounters on the way. All humans in dead sight. "

In the end, the preplan was operating slowly but firmly, and the densely packed pipes inserted into the body of the person in the coffin made a "squeaky" sound, and fell to the ground, and one or two drops of silver-white Edman metal liquid slipped from the joints of the pipes.

For a long time, the liquid Adamantium alloy flowed through the inner layer of the skin of the person in the coffin, binding the person in the coffin like a layer of shackles.

But at this moment, with the activation of the final plan, the circulation of the Adamantium alloy was cut off, and the mercury-like metal remaining in the inner layer of the skin gushed out from the pores of the skin and splashed to the ground.

The person in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and the cold light reflected in those gray-black pupils.

William Stryker stared at the surveillance screen, and said softly: "Experiment No. 076, code-named Abel, I hope you will not disappoint me."

076, or Abel lowered his head in a daze, looked at the Edman metal spewing out from the arteries in his wrist and ankle, and walked staggeringly.

Every time he took a step, some Edman metal gushed out, his movements became more coherent and natural, and the streamlined muscle curves became more obvious.

Soon, Abel was at the end of the room.

It was an extremely heavy safety door, the whole body was made of protective titanium, even if it was bombarded from the front of a main battle tank, it would take an extremely long time to disassemble.

But Abel just stood in front of the door, clenched his fist and shook it.

There was a tooth-piercing sound of metal bending, and the safety door made of protective titanium had fist marks visible to the naked eye, and the whole was slightly dented toward the center.

Abel didn't even look at the fist that was stained with metal debris, and punched again.

The fists that exceeded the limit of submission blasted towards the safety door overwhelmingly. After a breath, the half-meter-thick safety door was completely bent and fell backwards.

The air from the outside penetrated into Abel's nostrils, and the sweet smell of blood was so touching that it aroused his desire to kill.

The delirious ancient mutant raised his leg, crossed the threshold, and stepped into the corridor.

Three human soldiers fleeing in a hurry ran past in the corridor in front of him, the delicate and delicate carotid artery was exposed.

Abel moved, spanning a distance of 64 meters in an instant, dragging the afterimage that was difficult to track with the naked eye, and cut the victim's neck with his ordinary palm.

Three human heads flew up and fell to the ground, blood splashed all over the sky,
Abel, who was bathed in the blood rain, looked a little ferocious, but it wasn't enough, he could smell a more intense smell of blood in the distance.

Wolverine, who was chasing the three human soldiers, had just crossed the corner of the corridor, and before he had time to react, his head was pinched by Abel's palm and he twisted it hard.

Click.

The crisp sound of fractures echoed in the tunnel, and the self-healing ability at the cellular level quickly repaired the musculoskeletal damage, preventing Wolverine from dying.

Abel stared blankly at the man whose neck was twisted 210° but survived, frowned slightly, bent down, and tore off one of Wolverine's shoulders.

The screams echoed in the passage, Wolverine's adamantium arm bones and flesh were completely separated, and the bright silver adamantium metal that would not be stained with blood was extremely conspicuous.

Abel thought for a moment, pinched Wolverine's neck, and cut the back of the neck completely with his nails.

He poked his fingers into Wolverine's flesh, and tightly gripped the spine dragon. With the sound of fractures, the entire metal spine was violently pulled out, and Abel held it in his hand like a long sword.

Abel, who was bathed in the blood of the mutants, was half-kneeling on the ground, the demon tattoo on his body was more obvious, and he chanted obscure ancient Hebrew in a chant-like tone.

"The Demon of Three Palaces, Lord of the Endless Void, Star Shifter, Transcendent, Son of Void and Chaos, God of Original Darkness, Lord of Labyrinth, Lord of Doors."

Li Ang, who walked into the corner, was followed by a bunch of mutants. He looked at Abel who was expressionless, and said in ancient Hebrew, "Hello, what exactly is the Sangongmo you just mentioned?"

(End of this chapter)