Nimura Furuta, who had fled amidst the chaos, was drenched in cold sweat at this time. Although as a Half-Ghoul, he could regenerate severed limbs if given enough time and energy, having his arm forcefully 'bitten off' was not a pleasant experience.
'That bastard!!!'
He wished he could tear Lancer limb from limb at this time, but then a cold smile appeared on his face.
Even if he couldn't capture Lancer, he believed that the opponent would wish he were dead next.
The propagation speed of the 'Dragon Virus' was not fast, but its transmission ability was not weak. The scene there should have already turned into a living hell, right?
The lucky ones would turn into Ghouls after their RC cells rapidly increased, the unlucky ones would die immediately, and those with even worse luck would completely transform into the type of monster his ancestor called the 'Dragon's Child'.
As he escaped further and further, his roughly reattached arm gradually regained feeling, and he breathed a sigh of relief, then revealed a cold smile.
'No matter how strong Lancer is, I still managed to fool him, and even if you saved Kureo Mado and his daughter, I'll make you cry tears of blood later!'
Nimura Furuta, walking towards the entrance of the '24th Ward', failed to notice a strange mark that had appeared on his back.
Undoubtedly, Lancer chose to let Nimura Furuta off the hook temporarily to save people, but this did not mean he truly let the opponent go. Before the opponent fled, Lancer had already activated his orbment to release the 'Mark of Confusion'.
If Lancer directly detonated this 'Illusion-type' orbment magic, the only one he could use, Nimura Furuta would probably be confused for several seconds, but if Lancer did not detonate it, he could track the opponent's location through this 'unique' mark.
It could be said that Lancer merely extended his death sentence, and the reason for the extension was only to find the opponent's hidden lair.
As the saying goes, if you don't kill the snake, it will bite you back. Lancer not only planned to kill him but also intended to completely eliminate him and his lair.
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The Investigators whose bodies had shown abnormal conditions basically lost the ability to resist after being injected with the RC suppressor fluid and collapsed onto the ground. Lancer also stepped forward and forced a bottle of Detox Potion G into the opponent, but strangely, the opponent still did not wake up after drinking the Detox Potion G, although the physical abnormalities had diminished.
'Could it be that they are not poisoned?'
Lancer glanced at Tiger. Tiger, gripping the hunting horn, shook his head. The other two feline spirits also shook their heads, indicating their inability to help. It was clear that they, like Lancer, were the type who 'knew the result but not the reason'.
The only explanation for the Detox Potion G being ineffective or not causing any reaction was that the opponent was not truly poisoned.
What on earth was going on?
Lancer began to try and gather all the information related to the 'Dragon Virus'.
'Human cells undergo changes through an 'inducer' and finally transform into RC cells.'
'Some people transform into monsters with exposed muscles after being infected with the 'Dragon Virus', while others die completely.'
'Symptoms that cannot be alleviated even by Detox Potion G.'
'Could it be that…'
Lancer expression instantly became incredibly ugly, because he thought of one possibility —
'Could it be that the so-called Ghoul is not a mutation, but the result of normal evolution? The so-called 'Dragon Virus' merely accelerates this process, so naturally, there are no symptoms of poisoning, and the alleviation is only the result of the speed of evolution returning to normal after the 'Dragon Virus' completely disappeared from the body?'
All of Lancer questions could be explained by this guess, but undoubtedly, Lancer did not wish his guess was correct. However, he had a premonition that he might have genuinely guessed correctly, as the more dire the situation, the more accurate his premonition was.
Seeing Lancer expression change repeatedly, the expressions of Kureo Mado and Iwao Kuroiwa, standing next to Lancer, also became very serious.
This 'accident' was unexpected by everyone. If it weren't for Lancer 'magic', there was no doubt that everyone present would have ended up in an unknown state.
Therefore, seeing Lancer serious expression, their first reaction was that the situation was likely to worsen.
"Lancer, how is it? Is there still hope?"
Lancer shook his head as soon as Kureo Mado finished speaking. His somewhat pale face became even paler.
"No hope left? Sigh, then let's cremate them. That strange virus absolutely cannot be allowed to spread…"
Lancer originally serious face due to contemplating the problem also looked somewhat strange as he watched Iwao Kuroiwa wave his hand, signaling his subordinates to bring stretchers.
"Special Class Marude, do you have a grudge with this young man…"
"Of course not. I don't even know his name. He shouldn't be an Investigator directly affiliated with the headquarters… What's wrong?"
"When I shook my head, I meant that I wasn't sure yet, not that there was no hope left."
"…"
The scene instantly fell into a strange silence.
"Ahem, have people bring stretchers. We will implement isolation first."
Just as everyone agreed to temporarily isolate the Investigators whose 'mutation' was curbed, another change occurred among Nimura Furuta's former subordinates, the 'blood corpses' whose muscles were exposed and who were basically deemed dead.
The clothes they were wearing had long been torn to shreds during the muscle rolling, and the 'blood corpse', whose body was stained red with its own blood, suddenly let out a roar. Before Lancer and the others could react, it directly lunged at Tanakamaru Moiji in front of it.
And Tanakamaru Moiji, who had been cautious and vigilant all along, immediately swung the club Quinque in his hand fiercely.
"Crack!!"
The solid ground was directly smashed with spiderweb-like cracks. Undoubtedly, his angry strike would temporarily render even an ordinary Ghoul unable to resist, but the monster he hit was flailing its limbs frantically, seemingly trying to escape.
"Hah!!"
Accompanied by a low shout, the club Quinque in his hand was abruptly swung upwards. The monster took the opportunity to fly into mid-air, but before it could celebrate its survival, a strange sound of gears turning was heard.
"Click~ Click~!"
The giant club folded up under Tanakamaru Moiji's manipulation, and he himself squatted down halfway. After a strange light flickered from the folded parts, a huge ball of light instantly formed and shot towards the 'monster' in mid-air, who had no chance of escape.
「Angel's Wing Beat」
The name of the Quinque was highly inconsistent with Tanakamaru Moiji's appearance, but its power did not disgrace its name. Although its utility was not as good as Kishou Arima's 'Narukami', its destructiveness was undoubtedly the best.
When the dazzling light completely dispersed, the lower half of the monster's body had been completely vaporized.
"Smack~!"
As the upper half of the monster landed on the ground, the 'blood corpses' who were thought to be dead immediately stood up one by one. Undoubtedly, they had been infected with the 'Dragon Virus'.