# 756
Chapter 757: Reagent Acquired
An Qingyu stood to the side, waving her hand to activate the surrounding purple mist, sending the encapsulated plague toward the sky. Although the Plague Disaster had fallen unconscious, the viruses contained within the miasma still posed a threat—if released unchecked, not only Lin Qiye and the others, but nearly a third of the city's population would fall seriously ill. The optimal solution was to lift the gas cloud to high altitude and detonate it to completely destroy the viruses within.
At the same time, sitting beside the unconscious Plague Disaster, Uncle Kyosuke gripped his golden blade tightly, eyes shut tight, beads of sweat dripping from his brow, his face pale beyond measure. He was activating 【Illusory Pupil】, creating hallucinations for the unconscious Plague Disaster. Before him, lying on the ground, the Plague Disaster's expression shifted slightly—sometimes angry, sometimes hesitant, sometimes confused, sometimes joyful… The Plague Disaster was gradually succumbing to the illusion.
"Qingyu, is there anything else you need me to do?" Jialan held her golden spear, asking doubtfully.
An Qingyu glanced at the two figures in the distance for a moment, then shook her head. "No, their grudge… let them settle it themselves."
Jialan nodded, raising her head to look at the thunder beast roaring at the ground from within the thunderclouds, lost in thought.
Time passed second by second.
Sitting on the ground, Uncle Kyosuke's body trembled uncontrollably, as if every muscle throughout his body was straining. His eyes had opened, now filled with a hallucinatory brilliant gold, staring fixedly at the Plague Disaster before him.
Right now, he wasn't simply creating hallucinations for the Plague Disaster—the Oracle Envoy's body had been modified, a fusion of flesh and machinery. Although the Plague Disaster had fallen unconscious, the backend system in his left eye was still running, constantly monitoring the Plague Disaster's physical state. To trap the Plague Disaster completely in an illusion, he had to simultaneously hypnotize both the Plague Disaster's own will and the electronic machinery in his left eye.
Uncle Kyosuke was nearly at his limit.
Just as Uncle Kyosuke was about to collapse from exhaustion, the unconscious Plague Disaster slowly sat up from the ground.
A smile lingered at the corner of his lips, as if he had seen something delightful. His hands slowly rose, rubbing together in the void. Specks of deep blue light emerged from his palms, converging at the center of his双手, countless pathogens being deconstructed, reorganized, gradually solidifying into a small globule of deep blue liquid, suspended in the air.
When An Qingyu saw this, her eyes lit up. She took a test tube from her bosom and stepped forward to collect the liquid.
The deep blue liquid sloshed within the transparent walls. A gray glint flashed across An Qingyu's eyes as she began analyzing the data of this liquid. After a moment, she nodded toward Uncle Kyosuke beside her.
"This is it. It's enough."
Uncle Kyosuke's eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion and depletion. Upon hearing An Qingyu's words, a flicker of joy appeared in his eyes.
But soon, that joy vanished.
The brilliant gold in his eyes had not faded. He slowly turned his head, looking at the Plague Disaster sitting on the ground with a smile at the corner of his lips, as if in paradise, and his expression gradually turned cold.
Now, the Plague Disaster had lost his utility.
Uncle Kyosuke activated 【Illusory Pupil】, slowly leading the Plague Disaster immersed in joy into another illusion…
One cruel, terrifying, enough to tear apart and burn the dignity of an Oracle Envoy.
The Plague Disaster's smile froze on his face.
Then, an expression of terror appeared on his face, as if enduring some extreme pain.
Uncle Kyosuke used 【Illusory Pupil】 to prop himself up, swaying as he stood from the ground. Those brilliant golden eyes coldly gazed down at the Plague Disaster submerged in the painful illusion.
He raised his hand, slowly thrusting the golden blade in his grip toward the Plague Disaster's chest…
"Falling into hell…" Uncle Kyosuke said coldly.
The moment the blade touched the Plague Disaster's body, the Plague Disaster abruptly awoke from the nightmare, covered in cold sweat, unable to回过神来 before a segment of cold blade had already pierced his heart!
Uncle Kyosuke gripped 【Illusory Pupil】, giving it a slight twist, ruthlessly tearing at the Plague Disaster's heart!
The residual pain from the nightmare still lingered on the Plague Disaster's face, but in the next instant, his life force was mercilessly extinguished. Those wide-open eyes stared in terror at Uncle Kyosuke, filled with unwillingness and venom!
Slash—!
Uncle Kyosuke pulled out the golden blade, casually flicking the blood staining the blade onto the ground. The brilliant gold in his eyes gradually faded.
He had killed the Plague Disaster.
The moment that brilliant gold fully faded, Uncle Kyosuke's body swayed, nearly toppling over. He bent down, coughing violently, each cough bringing with it a large amount of blood.
"Jialan, throw him into the sky, the higher the better." An Qingyu couldn't spare time to check on Uncle Kyosuke's condition, immediately saying to Jialan.
Jialan didn't hesitate in the slightest. She stepped forward, grabbed the Plague Disaster by the collar, and forcefully hurled him toward the sky!
The Plague Disaster's body flew into the night sky under terrifying kinetic force, the light ring in his left eye flickering violently. A few seconds later, a burst of blinding fire erupted, once again illuminating a large swath of the sky.
Under the surging fire above, Uncle Kyosuke's body rose from the pool of blood. He sheathed 【Illusory Pupil】 and walked to An Qingyu's front.
"It's a γ reagent, and there's plenty of it." An Qingyu handed the test tube in her hand to him. "After your son drinks this, it can keep him alive for a long time. Once I've thoroughly researched and broken his genetic defects, and developed the corresponding reagent, this problem can be solved."
Uncle Kyosuke took the reagent, falling silent for a moment. He looked at An Qingyu, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Why are you helping me so much?"
An Qingyu raised an eyebrow. "Helping you is also helping myself. After all… I'm also very interested in the so-called god-creation experiments."
Before Uncle Kyosuke's expression could change, An Qingyu continued, "But don't worry, I'm not as insane as the Oracle Envoys. I only conduct experiments on myself. I absolutely won't touch your son. At most, I'll just need two tubes of his blood."
Hearing this, Uncle Kyosuke finally relaxed.
"Besides… I also have a father." An Qingyu paused for a moment, then still said, "Although I can't save you, at least I'm capable of letting your son survive. This is all I can do for a 'father'."
Uncle Kyosuke stared into An Qingyu's eyes. After a long while, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Uncle Kyosuke took a deep breath, clutching the test tube in his hand, and turned to walk toward a certain direction in the city.
"Follow me. I'll take you all… to meet my son."