novelraw Chapter 418: When Using a Catgirl Potion on a Saint
Chapter 418: When Using a Catgirl Potion on a Saint
The first option was to directly activate the teleportation, sending himself back to Happy Home—this was his final life-saving trump card.
And the second option was to head to the Cursed City, because the Mechanical Cult was stationed there, and such a large-scale presence of Flesh and Blood Humanoids would inevitably attract the Mechanical Cult's attention.
By that time, if they still dared to continue the pursuit, they would certainly face large-scale firepower bombardment from the Mechanical Cult!
Let's see if they could bear such losses!
In an instant.
Lynn leaped into the air.
But at that very moment, a system prompt suddenly sounded in Lynn's ears.
[Warning! Your crisis level has reached 100%!]
Buzz—
Almost instantly, Lynn suddenly felt enveloped by an indescribable chill.Lynn's pupils instantly contracted.
Just as he had expected.
The Saint!
Was about to make his move!
Whoosh—
In that thousandth of a second, blood mist surged beside Lynn, and a massive black scythe swung horizontally towards his head in an instant.
Lynn could even catch a glimpse from the corner of his eye—the sinister white crow mask within the black mist, and the murderous crimson eyes behind the lenses.
But Lynn had long been prepared for this!
"Make your entrance, Little Treasure!"
Lynn shouted loudly, abruptly turning around, and with a flourish, he lifted his clothes towards the Saint's direction.
It was just like seeing a few high school girls walking and chatting happily on the street, then suddenly rushing over, proudly lifting your pajamas, and immediately witnessing the shocked expressions on those girls' faces.
Whoosh—
In an instant, the reflection in the Saint's eyes captured a thick, long object wrapped around Lynn's waist.
Shocked!
And in that moment of unexpected pause.
Little Treasure instantly slithered out like a snake, hissing as it rapidly extended, immediately entangling the Saint's scythe and his arm.
Whoosh—
Corrosive venom instantly secreted from its tongue.
Accompanied by an unexpected roar of pain, the Saint's arm was instantly corroded, billowing thick smoke, and his Night Doctor equipment was severely damaged.
"I'll kill you!!"
He roared furiously, looking up to the sky, and suddenly threw a left punch, landing squarely on Lynn's chest.
Boom—
Half of Lynn's body was directly blasted to pieces by this punch.
[Ding! You have suffered severe limb damage, damage level reached 47%!]
[Ding! All pain you have received has been converted into S&M Power. Current charge progress: 91%]
"You think you're the only one who can throw punches?!"
Enduring the agony of losing half his body, Lynn also roared, raising his left fist and smashing it into the Saint's chin.
Boom—
A surge of power instantly flooded into the Saint's body at an unimaginable speed.
The Saint immediately threw his head back, letting out an inhuman, excruciatingly pleasurable scream of agony.
"Ah———~ You damnable... ow!!"
It didn't cause any physical damage, but the humiliation was simply too great!
And even more terrifying, because Little Treasure was still wrapped around his arm and scythe, the S&M Power directly used Little Treasure as a medium and instantly conducted back.
And since Lynn was carrying the suitcase, Miss Puppet inside inevitably got caught in the crossfire.
Zuo Zuo and Little Treasure also simultaneously let out furious, humiliated screams.
"Brain!! You bastard! Look clearly!! It might seem like there's only you here, but there are actually three of us!!"
But Lynn was, after all, Lynn. Back during the Night Doctor assessment, he had stubbornly endured that indescribable level 200 pleasure for half an hour—that was no joke.
The moment he regained his senses, he immediately calmed down, gritted his teeth, and reached out with his left hand, grabbing the pitch-black scythe in the Saint's grip.
Meanwhile, a tentacle on his shoulder swiftly opened the System Space and retrieved a heavy-duty biochemical grenade.
"Go!"
Lynn shouted.
At that critical moment, one of Lynn's tentacles instantly shot out, wrapped around a withered tree in the distance, and yanked him away.
Click—
Safety disengaged.
The biochemical grenade on the tentacle was instantly thrown towards the Saint during the flinging motion.
Boom—
An explosion.
Pink, fluffy smoke immediately enveloped the Saint's body.
[Ding! You have used "Catgirl Potion" on the Saint. The potion has taken effect. The target will transform into a Cat-Eared Girl within 12 hours!]
As the prompt sounded in his ears.
Little Treasure rapidly enlarged under Lynn's command, and without any hesitation, Lynn immediately mounted Little Treasure and sped off towards the direction of the Cursed City at an unimaginable speed.
It was so fast that he vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.
And about half a second after they left, the pink, fluffy smoke erupted with the Saint's hysterical, furious roar.
He lunged out of the potion's range like a madman, pink bubbles gurgling on his corroded arm.
When he looked towards the direction that guy had gone, Lynn was already long gone.
"Don't think you can escape my grasp, meow!!"
"I'll make you pay in blood, meow!!"
He roared furiously at the sky.
Then he immediately tried to raise his scythe, intending to use its ability to fold-jump and kill him.
But when his hand instinctively grabbed, he only caught air.
He jolted, his hand now holding only the large outline of a scythe—the scythe itself was gone.
Where's my scythe?!
Where's my damn huge scythe?!
Where did it go!
Then he immediately remembered that hand reaching for his scythe when he was left utterly blank by that punch.
"..."
He took it!
He actually had his lifebound weapon... taken by... by a brat countless times weaker than him...
Trembling, he stared at his hands, then threw his head back like a madman, letting out a roar of extreme frustration.
"Ah!!! Ah!!!"
...
[Ding! The Saint's resentment towards you +10]
[Ding! The Saint's resentment towards you +20]
[Ding! The Saint's resentment towards you +25]
[Ding! Congratulations on triggering the special achievement: Opportunistic Theft. You have obtained 200 base experience.]
[Opportunistic Theft] Special achievement, obtainable when maintaining extreme composure in a life-or-death battle against overwhelming odds and opportunistically disarming and taking the enemy's weapon. This indicates the host never forgets to create favorable gains and value for themselves at any time. Congratulations, you have received permanent bonuses: Agility +5, Dexterity +2, Happiness +5.
Racing atop Little Treasure, Lynn immediately turned his gaze to the pitch-black, thick, long scythe in his hand.
Heavy and cold to the touch, it was clearly no ordinary weapon at a glance.
Lynn promptly opened the scythe's interface.
And after seeing the scythe's description, Lynn was instantly astonished.