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Chapter 944 - Chapter 944 Chapter 943 The Secret of Regeneration

Chapter 944: Chapter 943 The Secret of Regeneration Chapter 944: Chapter 943 The Secret of Regeneration “On your body… there actually exist two completely different types of ‘Mythical-Level Contact’! Never mind how you’ve managed to neutralize the rejection reaction, are you really a second-order knight?”

Upon seeing Han Dong’s Posture of the Deceased, Professor Novikov’s reaction was more of a pleasant surprise than fear.

He was also a scientific madman, even willing to use his own body to perform various gene graftings, the side effects of which were not as simple as just rickets; for a long time, Novikov couldn’t even sleep, covered in scratchy, unbearable swellings.

Han Dong’s revealed state rendered him puzzled and, to a certain extent, sparked Novikov’s desire to research.

He wanted to take Han Dong back with him to earnestly dissect the young knight’s body and uncover its secrets.

“Come on, continue…”

Novikov tried his best to calm his impatient mood.

Feeling the threat emanating from Han Dong’s body, Novikov made use of a piece of slave equipment that caused significant side effects… he had originally planned to use this equipment when controlling divine creatures.

‘Sun Parasite’ – Blue Rare

An exclusively City of Gods parasitic type of equipment.

Implanted in the nape area of Novikov’s neck.

It was the equipment reward that Novikov had received while working inside the Black Pyramid prior to his promotion exam, incorporating the ‘Bio-solar technology’ of the Temple of the Sun God and Black Pyramid.

As the parasite activated,

Stripes resembling solar flares began to appear on Novikov’s body.

The shark fins that originally grew on his back, serving to stabilize and balance his center of gravity, split into two exaggerated wing-like structures due to the coverage of the solar flares.

Crack, crack, crack~

With the infusion of solar energy, his flesh further grew, reaching a height of about five meters,

His originally dull hair grew to shoulder length, revealing a golden hue, floating in the air with the release of solar energy around him, and shimmered with speckles of light,

A ring of the Sun Mark formed on Novikov’s chest.

[Sun Stance]

Some of the watching elders couldn’t help but exclaim, “Such a perfect human being!”

Han Dong, floating not too far away, also felt somewhat helpless; under the Demon Eye, he could see a layer of the sun’s halo enveloping Novikov’s body.

“The sun… This is information beyond the intelligence, a bit troublesome.

This radiant outline can clearly provide impressive magical defense, and it will make his attacks carry the effect of ‘Solar Burn,’ which can harm my Undead Body.

Indeed, this guy knew he was a magic muggle and started looking for the corresponding magical defense items as soon as he arrived in the City of Gods.

However, it’s not too difficult.”

The duel between [The Undead] and [The Sun] officially began.

Novikov stared at Han Dong, who was floating in place, and murmured softly, “Even his personality has changed… Not taking the initiative to attack, is he waiting for me to charge in?

Let’s block off your perception first; that way, you’ll have nowhere to hide.”

Without hesitation, Novikov burst forth with astonishing speed, charging straight at Nicholas…

Ten meters apart.

The Sun Mark on Novikov’s chest activated, and intense beams of sunlight shot directly at Han Dong’s Little Demon Eye.

Even with eyes closed, there would still be some burns.

“So fragile, a dry corpse body without bones and muscles, I’ll crush you with one slap!”

With the target’s visual perception blocked, Novikov took advantage of his body’s agility for a swift turn, quickly positioning himself in Han Dong’s blind spot behind him.

A palm crashed down.

Due to the massive difference in stature, Novikov was a whole three times bigger than Han Dong… This slap could flatten him into a corpse pancake.

Boom!

When the palm hit the ground, radiance rose.

The biomaterial surface was impressed with a high-temperature palm mark.

But Han Dong wasn’t crushed; he stood next to the palm imprint, having just narrowly avoided it.

Whoosh!

The Black Sickle sliced through.

Novikov’s arm, which had swung the palm strike, lay on the ground.

The surface of the severed limb was smooth and even… The Black Sand covering the cut surface formed scarab beetles that swiftly devoured the entire arm.

In an instant, a sweat-drenched Novikov had retreated ten meters away.

The chop strike he had just suffered impacted his “regeneration.”

“…This is! Perception spells… a close combat mage?”

Novikov didn’t understand how Han Dong had been able to dodge and counterattack in time while the Demon Eye was sealed.

Upon closer observation, he noticed an eye constructed of Black Sand floating near Han Dong’s shoulder, providing additional visual assistance.

Perception spell.

Especially this kind of technique that provided additional perception was certainly not something a magic beginner could control.

Recalling Han Dong’s initial blood combat style and respectable physical attacks, Novikov grew increasingly perplexed about what Han Dong truly was.

A practitioner of both close combat and spellcasting, and not weak in any aspect–this was definitely not within the capabilities of a second-order knight.

It was at this moment that the voice of the undead came:

“Professor Novikov, the “Secret of Regeneration” that sustains your ‘perfect body’ through ‘Mythical-Level Contact’, as far as I can surmise and observe, seems unrelated to energy.

It’s the simplest issue of [frequency].

The healing speed for any part of your body is the same.

You would fully dodge an attack that’s ‘strong enough’ even if it would only cut off a finger.

I guess, by utilizing the traits of ‘Mythical-Level Contact’ you’ve [averaged] your body, making all fatal points and weaknesses nonexistent.

It’s like putting together potatoes of varying quality, mashing and kneading them into potato paste.

But conversely, it seems like your entire body is a weak spot.

Since it’s averaged, any attack on any part of you inflicts the same damage… even severing a finger would hurt you.

The key lies in whether the attack is strong enough.

Any sufficiently powerful attack would consume one of your regeneration counts… Once the counts are exhausted, even your so-called perfect body will crumble.

I’m correct, aren’t I?

And you, after exhausting yourself and spending a considerable amount of points to acquire a Fate Card that leads to Prometheus, journeyed for years to the Temple of the White Giant… because you also know your body isn’t actually perfect.

To achieve true perfection, you need the flesh of the Alien God–a divine creation from an alien worldview–to complete yourself.

To bolster the weakness of your flesh on top of your original ‘Mythical-Level Contact,’ you’d overlay a similar ‘Mythical Contact.’

Han Dong’s conclusion made Novikov stand frozen in place for at least half a minute before a dark look appeared in his eyes.

“Oh… you can even deduce that point.

But can you figure out, how many [times] I have? What if it’s a hundred, a thousand? Can your body withstand it?”

Just then.

The black sickle was already placed at Novikov’s throat, while Han Dong, who had been making conclusions from afar, dissipated into Black Sand.

Using the time he had just spent concluding, Han Dong had teleported using the black sand particles that had adhered to Novikov’s body…

Swish!

A head fell.

Han Dong, on the other hand, was also counting, whispering, “Second time.”