I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 107 - 95: Defective Goods Should Be Aware of Their Own Defects! (Please Follow)

Chapter 107: Chapter 95: Defective Goods Should Be Aware of Their Own Defects! (Please Follow)

Due to the intimidation of the flames, everyone had already retreated to one side, and Patty even screamed.

“Magic transformation… This is magic transformation!”

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The originally somewhat skinny boy had now completely transformed into a monster, his head resembling a lion’s, his back covered with bony spikes, limbs like those of a beast, with dark red skin all over his body, and his eyes flashing a blood-red light… Only the chain binding his right leg remained.

“It’s all your fault, Timis,” Bock yelled in panic.

Lynn raised his hand and pressed the nearby alarm bell.

The shrill ringing immediately permeated the entire room. The tightly closed doors of the laboratory were instantly flung open, and a dozen armored guards burst in, led by Coleman.

Upon seeing the half-man-half-beast monster on the lab table, Coleman couldn’t help but curse loudly.

“Damn it, another defective rebellion…”

Coleman then glared fiercely at Lynn and the others, though he wasn’t unfamiliar with such situations. While the monster was still chained, the guards immediately took out crossbow arrows from their waists.

Whizz whizz whizz~

The dense sound of splitting air echoed through the entire room. The arrows, made from magical fir, exploded upon piercing the body of the experimental subject, blasting numerous bloody holes in it.

However, such attacks were not very effective and only made it struggle more furiously. The chain binding its right leg instantly snapped, and the half-man-half-beast monster dragged the heavy lab table and smashed it toward the people.

“Everybody, dodge!” Coleman broke out into a cold sweat on his forehead. Even he dared not catch the blow, and could only watch helplessly as the huge lab table crashed into the crowd, with several guards unable to dodge in time, knocked to the ground, and pinned under the table, their fate unknown.

Afterward, the half-man-half-beast monster charged forward. Its steps were unbearably heavy; every time it stepped, the sound of the floor tiles shattering continuously arose…

“Defects should be mindful of their status as defects…” Coleman, too, was ignited with some anger, swinging his broad axe blade, clashing with the fierce beast claws.

Bang!!!

The immense force of the collision pushed Coleman back three to four steps.

It was a blow to Coleman’s pride to be overpowered in a bout of strength by a defective. Before the half-beast could charge again, Coleman had already taken a step forward, his thick right arm swinging in a circle, the axe blade cutting a curve and landing on the half-beast’s shoulder.

Slice!

The sound of the blade tearing through flesh was clearly audible as the axe embedded itself, bright red blood splattering out and staining Coleman’s face. However, just as he was about to turn around and pull out the axe blade, he found it stuck in muscle and bone.

A look of pain appeared on the half-beast’s face, yet its left claw firmly clutched Coleman. Suddenly, a burning flame fiercely burst from its body, blazing toward Coleman.

“Talent Witchcraft? How is this possible?”

Coleman’s face was filled with a look of horror. Talent Witchcraft was something that only someone like him, who could perfectly fuse a type of magical energy with their bloodline, could master.

But no matter how surprised he was, he couldn’t change the situation, and the scorching heat quickly swept over.

“Damn, damn…” Coleman cursed loudly, quickly releasing the axe in his right hand, and kicked the orc, then used the recoil to barely dodge the assault of the flames.

However, without his handy weapon and the need to guard against sudden flames, Coleman was immediately at a disadvantage.

A few guards nearby hesitated, holding crossbows but not daring to shoot. One recklessly holding a heavy sword tried to step forward to help but was sent flying by a slap from the orc.

Seeing the miserable state of this guard, Bock and Patty immediately extinguished the thought of helping, both worried about accidentally hurting Coleman and fearing the monster would turn its wrath on them.

Roar!!!

The half-orc roared skyward, then suddenly opened its mouth wide as a scorching flame condensed inside it; Coleman, forced into a corner, had nowhere to escape.

Just at that moment, three “Magic Missiles” whistled through the air, striking the half-orc on the head, veering his form slightly so that the fire column narrowly missed Coleman’s shoulder and blasted into the wall, leaving a deep pit.

The one who launched the attack was naturally Lynn. He knew the situation could worsen, but Coleman, a rare magic wielder, couldn’t die, otherwise they would surely be punished.

The disrupted half-orc was furious and immediately turned his gaze toward Lynn; but before he could react, he felt the ground beneath him soften and his body suddenly sank.

Having brushed with death, Coleman was also stirred into a frenzy, gripping a dagger and pouncing from the flank. His movements were fast and agile, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the half-orc and plunged the dagger into its back.

The half-orc howled in pain and swung its stout right arm, slapping Coleman to the ground. Just as he prepared to pursue, the annoying “Magic Missiles” flew in again, striking his slightly deformed right leg.

Coleman didn’t miss this opportunity and rolled forward, thrusting the sharp dagger out which left a deep cut in the half-orc’s abdomen, from which blood flowed.

With Lynn’s constant interference, Coleman quickly turned the tide of the battle in his favor.

Guards in the castle also kept arriving one after the other, and with the combined effort of three magic wielders, the half-human, half-beast creature was quickly subdued.

Coleman, covered in wounds, spat out some saliva and viciously kicked the experiment’s lion-like head, then turned to look at Lynn and the others. But before he could speak, a gloomy voice rang out.

“Can someone tell me what on earth is going on?”

As the words fell, a man in a black robe with a gaunt face and deep sunken eyes, skin shriveled as if a skeleton, surrounded by a group of apprentices, walked in from the outside. He stood there, emitting no aura at all, his pupils filled with death, chilling to behold.

Seeing him, Coleman’s body trembled imperceptibly, apparently in great fear.

“Lord Radak…”

Including Coleman, everyone on the scene respectfully lowered their heads and greeted him.

The newcomer was none other than the ruler of this castle—Radak Blackstone!