Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 142 - 142 45 Curse·Love·Heart

142: Chapter 45: Curse·Love·Heart 142: Chapter 45: Curse·Love·Heart “Boss, emergency treatment is done, please try not to engage in any strenuous activities…”

“Boss, the Red Lion and that guy are almost here, should we first…”

The leader held his neck, taking heavy breaths.

“Everyone else retreat, leave only the feathers.”

The leader sat on the chair, seemingly not preparing to move in the least.

The safe house was silent, the subordinates who were just talking incessantly were now silent.

A quiet, short person walked up to the side of the leader of Wing of Death, bowed, and said.

“Mr.

Leader, you now have only five feathers that can fight.

I think I should also—”

“Triple the commission, it’s already in your account.”

He gasped for air, his words still strong, allowing no one to refuse.

Everyone in the room had just witnessed the pitiful state of their leader, but no one thought he had weakened.

Sitting in the chair, his clothes soaked with sweat, his body occasionally trembling with weakness.

But the eyes under the skull mask were still fierce, like a lone wolf driven to desperation.

This man had wings woven from fear and loyalty on his back, no matter how heavily wounded, the black wings would not fall but would only be dyed bright red with blood.

The leader’s subordinates nodded silently and complied with his order.

He struggled to stand up, raising his right arm, the mechanical limb as shiny as new.

“The last fight.”

·

Kardesia looked out the window, as if asking unintentionally.

“Lianyi, did you forget everything about today when you treated your wounds?”

“A day’s memory refers to the quantity of memory of a day.

Compared to a day’s memory, the memory of the day is a heavier price, because if the memory of the day is used as the price, the state of the mind will revert directly to the same time yesterday.

Just looking at the result, it would put me in an extremely unfavorable situation.”

Which day’s memory was it?

He thought Kardesia would continue to inquire to the end.

In fact, memories that could be used as a price for treatment were all cherished memories.

Specifically, they were his memories after escaping the Shiyu Research Institute and coming to the city in the sky.

Curses are a technique of harm; one could exchange pain for the agony of others.

But if one wanted to use this power to heal or retrieve something, one also had to sacrifice something they cherished.

Otherwise, the scales could not balance.

“I see.”

But the girl did not inquire further.

She put on her dried hat, pointing towards a building not far away.

“We’re here.”

Red Meteor transformed from a robot back into a car, stopping in front of a dark building.

Perhaps sensing that sending more subordinates was meaningless, or maybe because the manpower of Wing of Death had taken heavy hits in the continuous battles, there was no one to stop them in front of the safe house where the leader was.

The open door seemed to be silently inviting the two of them.

Shiyu Lianyi was the first to get out of the car.

“Kardesia, how many people do you think are still there?”

The blonde girl declined the driver’s suggestion to treat her injuries and turned half of her body into flames to suppress her condition.

The light spots on her right arm stopped spreading and even began to fade visibly, indicating she was finally nearing the limit of the duration of her “Death Charge” ability.

“The Wing of Death isn’t what it used to be.

Their most elite have been wiped out by me, and the riffraff were almost all dealt with on our way here.

The number of fighters by the leader…

probably five or six?”

There was at least one Spiritual Image Mage capable of creating large-scale illusions.

He must be a high-level Divine Communication, but not in the Manifestation Realm, as the leader wouldn’t be able to afford that cost.

Shiyu Lianyi preemptively took off his gloves, trying one last time to persuade.

“Kardesia—”

The woman with the top hat didn’t give him a chance, her words were decisive and refused any rebuttal, just like her usual whimsical self.

“I’m going with you.”

The man in the suit could only smile bitterly, “Promise me, don’t get hurt again.”

Kardesia nodded excitedly, he sincerely hoped she would take his advice to heart.

Frankly, Kardesia’s psychological pressure on him was several times greater than that of the leader and Wing of Death combined.

He had never carried out such a difficult mission before, never…

only a morning date came close to the current situation.

It was also a date now, and thinking of this, he felt even more pressure.

Shiyu Lianyi preemptively took off his gloves.

He cut his palm with his fingertip, using the scarred back of his hand as a canvas to trace intricate patterns.

The complex design took shape quickly, flawless.

His hands fluttered like butterflies, revealing the complete pattern drawn on the back of his hand.

What emerged above the young man’s hands was none other than a blood-red scale.

Shiyu Lianyi declared softly.

“Polluted Song Curse Body, commanding with intent.”

“Curse Scale·Manifestation—”

Shiyu Research Institute’s most vicious and malevolent subject now completely revealed his psyche.

A giant human figure emerged behind the young man, the Xu Ying wrapped in a veil-like cloak, with nothing but endless darkness visible under the sleeves and hood, with no discernible features.

A scale as wide as the white figure floated in front of it, one side golden, the other dark, the true embodiment of Shiyu Lianyi’s Impermanence Skill.

“Curse Scale of Polluted Clouds.”

He began the initial transaction.

“The price is immobility ten minutes later, the return is an enhancement in physical ability for ten minutes.”

The scale tilted slightly towards the golden side.

Time was abundant, should there be need, another transaction of the same type could be performed.

Shiyu Lianyi drew his handgun, switched off the safety, and walked toward the building with an unchanging expression.

As he stepped into the safe house, soft sounds came from both sides, bullets from silenced guns aimed at his head!

Immediately after, a burly man with a club swung at him from the front!