"Those flames only caused the blood to mutate at first. It was only after they attached themselves to the Golden Warriors that they changed." Negary analyzed carefully. In battle, unless one held an overwhelming advantage, information about the opponent's abilities was extremely important.
"So, we test them first." Negary clenched his fist and threw a punch at the charging Roas warrior.
If Adre had gained strength far beyond that of humans by replacing most of his pathogens with Black Crow Pathogens, then Negary's muscles were now entirely made of pathogens. The force those simulated muscles could exert allowed Negary to punch straight through the Roas warrior's chest before he could react.
The Roas warrior's expression did not change. Under the dual effects of stimulants and the Golden Potion, he felt that his spirit had transcended itself. Death was no longer enough to frighten him. His belief that he could disregard everything for his goal made him use his last ounce of strength to seize Negary's arm.
"You're dead! The Fire of the End God will ignite you completely! You'll turn to ashes in the flames!" Even with his body pierced through, no blood spilled out. There were only scarlet flames.
"So this flame is called the Fire of the End God?" Negary looked at his rapidly melting right hand without the slightest panic, instead sensing the flames with keen interest.
Just as the flames were about to spread to his shoulder, Negary's right hand detached itself automatically, revealing a smooth, neat stump. Then a black, mucus-covered muscular arm the size of an infant's emerged from the severed end.
The arm kept swelling until it quickly reached normal size. A layer of white mucus seeped from the black muscle and swiftly formed new skin.
"I've more or less figured out this