The Abrahams were indeed strong, but after becoming familiar with their abilities, dealing with them wasn't very difficult.
The main reason was that these Abrahams, unlike the other powerful enemies Drake had encountered, couldn't unleash strength that surpassed their data.
In Drake's view, Abraham hadn't even integrated his own abilities and explored deeper potential.
None of his many abilities had been used to their true power.
Perhaps it was all because Abraham lacked a "soul." Although powerful, he was destined not to become a strong person.
The Device in Drake's hand changed, the divine dragon eyes perched on Musheng emitting firelight.
If there was such a thing as being indestructible, it probably referred to the blade of Musheng now. It vividly demonstrated what "benevolence is a technique of dividing people in two" meant.
The blade fell, an Abraham being very evenly divided into two pieces.
Drake gripped the hilt of the sword carved with a dragon's body, then making a horizontal sweep.
Whether it was telekinesis or lightning flames, they were all cut open by this sword, then the Abrahams behind were cut in half at the waist.
Clad in the Flame Dragon Battle Armor, wielding the Fire Dragon Crescent Blade, Drake was like a war god charging into battle, solving the Abrahams blocking his path like cutting melons and vegetables.
Until the last Abraham was also cut down by his blade, there was no one blocking his path before him.
And Drake had also killed his way to a metal door.
Three scorching red blade marks intersecting each other appeared on the door. Drake kicked open the metal door that had been cut off.
Stepping into this room, Drake looked at the dense monitoring screens.
The screen in the very center showed the image inside Hagun Academy. The scene was Stella had already begun to clear the battlefield, it seemed that he didn't need to worry.
Just then, a voice sounded. "It's really surprising that you could find this place."
Drake turned his head, and a fat old man wearing a white suit walked out of the shadows.
The Great Professor seemed to not care at all about Drake's murderous aura, saying with a smile, "That's really amazing, you actually killed so many Abrahams.
Although those were flawed works, they were, after all, the best batch I could make right now. I originally thought the tyrant was already very strong, perhaps you're not weaker than that dark emperor."
Drake completely ignored his meaning, instead looking up at the top of his head.
The Great Professor approached, saying, "Didn't you come to find me? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Drake's response was to raise his hand and throw a punch, directly cutting off the Great Professor's head.
"A shadow warrior, showing off what presence!"
Drake had sensed it as soon as he had arrived at this place. The magic power reaction that belonged to the Great Professor's main body was long gone.
And just now, Drake could feel that the Great Professor had transferred to the upper level of the aircraft carrier.
It seemed that this guy wanted to escape, only leaving behind a pile of shadow warriors to disturb Drake's judgment.
A pile of shadow warriors walked out of the shadows again, each face carrying a disgusting smile.
"Don't be so irritable. Didn't I say that I was very optimistic about you?"
As the voice fell, Drake suddenly felt his body become heavy, and his eardrums even felt a burst of stinging pain.
Extremely high-intensity ultrasonic waves, carrying amazing energy, landed on Drake's body.
These ultrasonic waves not only penetrated his body, but even compressed his internal organs.
And Drake also discovered for the first time that his magic power had been disturbed by the ultrasonic waves.
So those researchers were really annoying, always able to come up with some particularly troublesome things.
Drake endured the discomfort, secretly remembering that he couldn't be careless when encountering any enemy in the future, especially people like this who weren't strong in combat power, but had strengths in other areas.
This was an example. Although he couldn't be said to have lost, he had still suffered a small loss.
The surrounding Great Professors surrounded him, looking at Drake, who had been forced to bend over, saying, "I told you, I'm optimistic about you. So I don't want to let go of a high-quality material like you."
The Great Professor was obviously confident that he had Drake under control. After years of research on Blazers and magic power, he had finally researched a method to suppress Blazers' magic power.
The Great Professor was very confident in his research, but he had underestimated Drake, underestimated the training that Drake had gone through to grow to this point.
Drake's physical fitness was so strong that even his internal organs could withstand the compression of the ultrasonic waves.
And in terms of magic power control, Drake wouldn't be so easily disturbed.
So the next moment, Drake, propped up by his sword, straightened his body.
On the deck of the aircraft carrier, a helicopter was stopped there.
The Great Professor sat next to the pilot, his originally smug smile turning into panic, saying loudly, "Take off immediately, get out of here quickly."
The pilot had already prepared, the helicopter suddenly flying up. But the pilot revealed a surprised expression.
Because what had made the armed helicopter fly wasn't the lift provided by the propeller, but the explosion that had suddenly occurred below, the gushing flames pushing up the tens of thousands of kilograms of the armed helicopter.
Drake rushed out, stepping on the flames, seeing the helicopter swaying in mid-air at a glance.
"You want to run!"
The Great Professor wished he was sitting in the pilot's seat, urging, "What are you still spacing out for? Hurry up and go!"
The pilot reacted, quickly flipping the control stick, the helicopter twisting in the air, then flying towards the sky.
But the Great Professor clearly heard the sound of something hitting the armed helicopter.
Then he heard the pilot's panicked voice, "Sir, this is bad! The rotor has been damaged, we're going to crash!"
Drake jumped away from the about-to-crash helicopter, watching it crash on the deck of the aircraft carrier.
Drake landed on the deck, looking at the helicopter that was beginning to break apart.
Boom!
With a loud bang, a piece of the helicopter's hatch suddenly bulged out.
You had to know that that was an armed helicopter, the armor's thickness and strength were quite amazing. To cause such a mark, it was hard to imagine how much force it would take.
Drake didn't feel anything unexpected. Although the Great Professor was a researcher, it wasn't surprising that he had this kind of power with his level of magic power.
As expected, then the hatch flew out, a round figure walking out.
The Great Professor tore off the still-burning white suit, revealing his body.
That soft fat should have turned into pieces of muscle. No wonder the Great Professor could open the hatch of the armed helicopter with his bare hands.
The Great Professor, who could control cells, didn't find it difficult to turn fat cells into muscle cells.
The Great Professor took off the glasses on his face that seemed particularly small compared to his face, saying, "Kid, did you think you had me figured out!"
Drake flicked his wrist, Musheng transforming back into Evil Dragon and Dragon Slayer.
"Then what do you think? Even Jesus can't keep you here today, I'm telling you!"
The Great Professor's face became twisted, saying in a cold voice, "You're really arrogant! Then come and try!"
The muscles on the Great Professor's body wriggled, a pair of huge bone claws drilling out from behind him.
Like a pair of demon wings, making the Great Professor, whose eyes were bloodshot, look like a demon crawling out of hell.
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