Synthesis-type adventurers

Chapter 56 Numerical Supermodel!

Lines of text floated in Rhodes's field of vision, each flashing word representing the color "invincible".

This is an overpowered monster built with sheer numbers, far beyond what they can currently contend with.

"roll!"

Olivia let out a roar and kicked Ivira's tower shield.

"boom!"

Even with the double reinforcement of [dense structure] and [hard shell], the tower shield still groaned under the heavy pressure, and the rivets flew off.

Avira and her shield were kicked away, leaving two deep tracks on the slippery cobblestones. She slid for more than ten meters before finally crashing into an iron pillar at the street corner to stop her momentum.

She pressed her chest, coughing up reddish-brown foam with each cough, struggling to get up, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

If the shield hadn't been recently reinforced and possessed the energy-absorbing properties of Carlton alloy, the impact of that kick would have been enough to pierce her chest and crush her and her armor into scrap metal.

One blow paralyzed Tolin.

He dealt a severe blow to Avira.

This is a gap in strength, an insurmountable disparity.

The red-haired woman kicked aside the roadblock, turned her neck, and her burning vertical pupils fixed on Rhodes.

She strode closer, her iron boots shattering the puddles, the intense heat from them cooking the rainwater into hissing white steam.

"Now, no one can bother us."

His tongue swept across his chapped lips, revealing a row of gleaming white fangs.

"Tell me, where is that beast?"

Rhodes' heart pounded.

He didn't know what the woman meant by "beast," but he knew very well that as long as he remained within her attack range, today was his death day.

Rhodes hooked his fingers around the leather loops of his belt and pulled out two narrow-necked bottles, alchemical tools he had recently prepared that had an effect similar to smoke bombs.

"Avira! Run!"

Rhodes shouted with all his might, smashing the glass bottle against the stone slab at Olivia's feet.

Glass shattered, and thick, acrid black smoke erupted, filling every inch of the street and completely consuming the light.

"Hmph, trying to run away? Using such despicable means, you're such a vile rat!"

Olivia's furious roar exploded from within the smoke, her claws tearing through the air.

Without hesitation, Rod turned around, grabbed the still vomiting blood Avira, and plunged headfirst into the jagged, dark alleyway beside them, disregarding the surroundings.

The cold raindrops lashed against their faces.

"What exactly is that woman...?"

Avira's steps faltered, the tower shield now a deadly burden, yet she still gripped it tightly.

This was, after all, equipment given to her by the lord she swore allegiance to, and she could not lose it under any circumstances.

"Don't speak, save your breath!"

Rod dared not look back, relying on his memory of the terrain, he dragged the wounded man through the messy shacks.

The smoke obscured her vision, and the rain drowned out their footsteps.

The next step, once enough distance is created, is to drill into the complex underground pipe network...

"Boom!"

However, a loud explosion shattered Rhodes's plans.

Without warning, the brick wall on the side exploded inward, sending brick fragments and mortar flying everywhere. The red figure crashed through the wall and burst out.

Women don't need vision at all.

Her nostrils flared, and the smile on her wild face looked extremely ferocious as she locked onto Rhodes's location.

"Found it...it's here!"

Ignoring all obstacles, she smashed through every wall and stall that blocked her path in a straight line.

As Rod ran, he glanced back, and the sight amidst the billowing dust and rain sent chills down his spine.

She can smell herself.

No matter how one hides or maneuvers, ordinary smoke and rain cannot deceive the sense of smell of a half-dragon whose bloodline has awakened.

"Damn it..."

Rod gritted his teeth, the oppressive feeling of death crushing his thoughts.

Why?

How can this guy lock onto himself so accurately?

He quickly recalled the information he had just captured using [Analysis of Vision].

[Blood Feud Tracking]: ...to extract the bloodline aura of a specific target from the scents of the environment...

"Bloodline aura..."

Rhodes' heart sank suddenly as he instantly connected all the clues.

This woman is a half-dragon, and her tracking ability targets "bloodline".

The most prominent and pungent feature on his body was the [incomplete red dragon blood] that he had acquired a few days ago!

The "disgusting stench" and "beastly smell" she mentioned were not referring to Rod at all, but to the bloodline of another dragon lurking within him!

The mystery was solved, but despair weighed heavily on their shoulders.

This means that no matter where Rhodes flees to, as long as his dragon blood still flows, he is a torch burning in the darkness, with nowhere to hide.

This very power, upon which they depended for survival and for fighting, has now become the curse that attracts the butcher.

Should the dragon blood attribute be removed to prove innocence?

The idea was nipped in the bud by Rhodes.

The [Fragmented Red Dragon Blood] is the core of Rhodes's surge in power. Once it is removed, the three accompanying purple attributes, [Dragon Vein Physique], [Basic Flame Affinity], and [Weak Dragon Might], will immediately collapse.

At that time, he will degenerate into the weak mortal he once was.

Forget about resisting; the other party could crush his bones with a single finger.

This power is a curse, yet it is also the only pillar of support at this moment.

Giving it up is tantamount to suicide.

The rain was pouring down, and the floodwaters in Black Iron Alley were already above ankle level.

Rod dragged Avira along as they raced through the intricate alleyways of the slums.

Each loud crash of collapsing walls behind them meant that the red-haired monster was one step closer to them.

Avira's breathing grew weaker and weaker, her strength failing her. The tower shield in her hand dragged on the ground, making a screeching sound.

"Lord Rhodes...please put me down..." Avira said with difficulty, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. "Take me with you, you can't escape..."

"Shut up."

Rod didn't turn around, his gaze quickly sweeping over the surroundings.

Ahead was a crossroads, and to the left was an abandoned chemical waste disposal area, piled with rusted iron drums and garbage.

To the right was a wide road leading to the dock, which was good for running, but against that monster's speed, it was tantamount to suicide.

"Listen, her target is my scent." Rod dragged Avira to the corner of the intersection, into the entrance of a partially collapsed basement, and casually left behind a bottle of powerful recovery potion. "You'll be safe as long as I leave."

He pushed Avira inside and casually tore off a tattered piece of oilcloth to cover her.

"Stay here, don't make a sound, and don't move."

"But sir..."

"That's an order."

Rod interrupted her, stood up, took one last look at the deep cave entrance, and then, without hesitation, turned and rushed into the rain.

He activated [Swift Steps] at full power and quickly swallowed another bottle of basic strength potion, which he had previously obtained from Old Hansen.

The icy, bitter liquid entered his mouth, and Rhodes' muscles tensed instantly, every fiber bursting with power under the enhancement of the alchemical potion and the key to his abilities.

Instead of continuing to run on the ground, he chose to step on a pile of abandoned wooden crates and leap onto the roof of the low shed.