I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

77  Sacred Blood Demon Art: Air Cannon!

New ancient undead country, Fulcrum city.

At the center of the city, a very tall building that was so tall its peak was hidden within the clouds.

Most of the building glasses and metal walls had been stained by grasses and moss and had been eroded by the passage of time itself.

50 meters of the building had been sliced through vertically by something that seem to be a sword.

Before heading to the top of the of the building, Tyrion had contemplated on the accurate cut mark and had determined the cut had been made by a sharp object, like a sword or a blade.

However, the cut mark was over fifty meters tall which means that for a blade to do this, the blade needed to be at least 20 to 30 meters tall and possess the force of a about a hundred thousand kilograms to make such a clean cut but it was simply impossible.

Firstly, no one in their right mind would wield a blade of a about 20 meters tall.

Secondly, no one above the Super Soldier level could New ancient Undead alternate dimension without triggering the dimensional restrictive laws which meant that a Super soldier had left that mark.

Thirdly, the highest level of strength a Super soldier should possess is limited. Granted they could shatter the entire building with their full strength. However, making such clean cut about half a hundred meters without shattering the building itself was impressive.

Such level of control, impressive comprehension of the sword skill and technique. No doubt the person was a FiendGod candidate.

Another potential Fiendgod?

'Facinating.'

At the topmost floor of the building, the wind howled crazily as mist and vast clouds surrounded  building's peak.

Tyrion muttered, holding a single crimson vein that wriggled within his grasp like a worm.

The blood vessel was a blood demon art he had retracted from an ordinary ranged cybernetic zombie.

With his thunder blade technique, he had spent up to three hours killing zombies and also Borged zombies, hoping to receive the demon blood art Alicia had inherited but it was all to no avail.

The drop rate of demon blood arts are incredibly low, not to mention Sacred blood demon art which was rare amongst rare, almost a 0.02 percent drop rate.

But this blood demon art had dropped from an ordinary zombie he had killed when he was clearing this floor. It had no doubt surprised him.

"Status."

[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]

[Specie: Human]

[Innate Traits](100,000 ): n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

[10,000× regenerative cells]

[Supernumerary: (100,000)]

[Damage Points: 157,999]

[Life-Level: Super Human]

[Cell Activated: 56%]

[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method]

[Cell Tempering Technique: Demonic Blood Tempering Art(Max lvl) Special Effect(s): Tiger Beast Morph.']

[Combat Arts: Nine Sky Thunder Blade(First level) Phantom Leg Art (Max lvl), Berserk Explosion (Max lvl), Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl), Tiger Beast Morph(Max lvl) [Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]

[Occupation: Open pervert]

[Remark: A frog growing wings]

Tyrion stared at his status and then his eyes focused on Nine Sky Thunder Blade technique and his hearts couldn't help but quicken.

He has finally initiated and learnt the first level of this impossibly hard technique. This was the technique that contain the path of a Fiendgod! If he could upgrade this to the highest level, he might be able to gain the power of Fiendgod!

But first, he hesitate to upgrade it as he stared at the blood demon art vessel in his grasp. Blood demon arts were something very rare. The same could be said for Fiendgod techniques too.

He hesitated between the worm-like creature in his grasp and the Fiendgod path technique for sometime before opening his mouth, immediately chewing it.

The instant it entered into his mouth, the organism wriggled against walls of his throat but Tyrion was having non of it.

His throat muscles constricted and hardened as he swallowed it down.

It was crushed to pieces bit by bit by his intestine and once it reached the depth of his throat, it had been crushed to mush.

Crimson juice flowed from the crushed organism, escaping the confinement walls of his intestine and muscles as it spread to every part of his body.

His blood vessels, arteries, heart, liver, muscles, tissues and every inches of his skin became soaked in that crimson liquid. It was similar to how ink spread when dipped into a bowl of water.

22:13

Tyrion shivered and he felt his gene been altered at a molecular level. In the blink of an eye, the sensation halted as though it hadn't started in the first place.

Tyrion shut his eyes, feeling the changes in his body.

[Blood Demon Arts: Air Blaster]

[Name: Air blaster]

[Grade: Primitive (Upgradable) ]

[Description: Manipulating the body cells into creating several thousands suction forces, creating a destructive airwave that knock back enemies.]

"Upgrade to the highest level."

[-1000 damage points]

[Air blaster(Primitive) —>(Berserk)]

[-10000 damage points]

[Air blaster(Berserk) —>(Mutant)]

[-100,000 damage points]

[Air blaster(Mutant) —>(Sacred)]

[-100,000 damage points]

[FAILED! (Insufficient damage points.)]

Abruptly Tyrion's eyes opened up and all of a sudden, his palm blasted out as the air compressed rapidly, converging at the center of his palm. Very quickly, a ball of barely visible rippling airwave formed and instantly explode outward.

"BOOM!"

The violent airwaves erupted forth with an ear-piercing sound.

Waves of air that were visible to the naked eye gushed forth with tremendous might in all directions before Tyrion.

They were akin to a cascading avalanche as they blasted outward.

The reinforced glass wall at the top floor he was in shattered to pieces instantly as they moved together with the violet air wave, making them even more destructive with the shards of broken glasses.

 The thick condensed clouds surrounding and slowly moving in the air before the Tyrion instantly cleared, creating a ten meter wide and a hundred meters long clear  path.

It was as though a large hand had divided the clouds into two!

Tyrion was shocked as he glanced at his palm which had also shattered due to the power of the demon art.

"Sacred blood demon art sure are powerful." Tyrion mumbled in a daze.

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