Poison God's Heritage

The blood density of this guy was thicker than mercury, it was heavy and cold to the touch, but not so cold that it would cause freezing.

"Seems like the higher tier you go… the warmer their blood becomes…" I mumbled.

"Not only that," Tao Yang said, "They also gain a semblance of humanity…"

"Wait, what? What do you mean a semblance of humanity?" I asked.

"These aren\'t the only ones from the Fallen God race, or what you call the Rakshasa, there exist many more types of these things back in my old world. The one that invaded us could mutate my people and it only succeeded in creating these four types."

"I see… what difference is there between them?" I asked.

"The White Rakshasas are considered failures. They can only follow order, eat and propagate their own failed gene into other cultivators. As for the Brutes they managed to prosper the given gene to an extent. And were given an increase in strength and power.

The Black Rakshasa have also found success in the mutation, allowing them to gain an increase in mental prowess at the cost of their relatively weak body. As for the Silver Ones, they have obtained all three." She said.

"You mean they\'re the Apex Predator?" I asked.

"Not quite, there exist even deadlier forms, but for now, in the base it is considered the second mightiest. The Silver Rakshasa had gained mental prowess, physical prowess, and the viciousness of the White Rakshasa alongside it.

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They operate separately, and don\'t follow the orders of the Black Rakshasa since they can communicate directly with the Royalist that\'s trapped in the center of the Bastion," she said.

"I see, the Administrator did say that one of the Royals is trapped in the base…"

"My father had given up everything to trap them and launch us into space. The problem was that we couldn\'t separate and eject the prison. We didn\'t have anyone capable of doing so. Not to mention, we never realized that other Rakshasa were roaming about…" she said.

"I see, so there exist two more types I haven\'t seen here," I said.

"Only one, as far as I know, the one that causes mutations has already been terminated, by me," She said.

"What a blasphemous existence," I said.

"Indeed, they seek nothing but destruction, thankfully they are trapped back home. Though I would want to do all in my ability to force them out… it\'s far too late now. Only I am left alive from my home planet."

"I understand, after all, I\'m also one of the few survivors of my own planet," I said.

She looked a bit embarrassed but she still said, "I apologize for bringing up bad memories. Regarding the Silver Rakshasa, I\'ll leave you to your work, you wouldn\'t mind if I were to watch?"

"No, be my guest," I said as I pointed her to a chair.

After extracting some blood samples from the Silver Rakshasa, I began experimenting on them.

It took a few hours before I found a working agent. A poison that not only instantly corroded the blood of the Silver Rakshasa upon contact, it also caused its ability to camouflage itself useless. As it would increase the tint of the blood color inside its body and make it visible.

The Poison would also cause an unstoppable spasm in the nervous system, and it would look like fireworks from the outside. Granted I only tested the poison on the Silver Rakshasa after I made sure that it was also airborne and fast-acting.

Of the three Rakshasa, although the Silver Rakshasa was the deadliest, he was the one easier to find a poison that could act against it. Since it had relatively warmer blood, it was closer to a human body than the rest.

"I guess I\'m done," I said as I sent another vat toward the lab for weapon making. The puppets should have their hands full for the next few days making weapons that are able to harm the Rakshasa. And once that\'s done, our counterattack will start.

"Once you\'re finished, I suppose you\'ll immediately leave," she asked.

"We have to, but I can\'t take you with me," I said.

"I see…" she sighed.

"Don\'t get me wrong, it\'s not that I\'ll leave you here in this case, I\'ll take you outside, but the others must not know that you\'re alive," I said.

She frowned wondering, "Why so?"

"Because we\'re not from the same world. You lived in a utopic world, where everyone was equal, and all had the same opportunity and were treated with respect. The perfectness of your world is a far cry from the one I come from. Where the strong eats the weak, and tramples on them.

If you were to leave the base on foot, the Suns will capture you and will do all in their power to understand the secrets of how you or your father had managed to go one step above them in cultivation. Greed which killed your world exists here as well," I said.

"I suppose this place is hidden from these so-called Suns, "she said.

"At least only one of them knows of it, though I have yet to see any signs to cause distrust between us. I\'m still not planning on letting him see that you\'re here," I said as I pointed at the goo on a certain table.

"By removing the majority of the bad and dead cells in your body, I was able to extract that," I said. "That\'s mostly dead skin and cells that had no chance to be repaired. I can use that to fake your death, and at the same time give you a new lease on life," I said.

"Why go through all that trouble for me? If your world is as vile as you say, by surrendering me to one of the suns you should be able to reap endless benefits," she said.

"That\'s not who I am. Everyone\'s path in life is different. And I refuse to hand over the last of one\'s kind as a test subject for the cruelty of one who seeks to only empower themselves. You also deserve to live," I said.

"Then what are we going to do?" she asked.

"I\'ll tell everyone that you didn\'t make it, my friends included," I said.

She frowned, "I was looking at everything from the outside, they seemed like trustworthy people."

"Most of them are, and even the one called the Fire King would probably not say anything if asked. But, his eyes don\'t belong to him, and if he sees you, one of the suns will know. So might as well just say that you perished while trying to revive."

She thought for a moment and said, "If I\'m here, I cannot interfere with the Base, I won\'t be able to open up safe pathways underground for you to escape."

"That\'s the reason I\'m making these," I said as I pointed at the samples of poisoned blood. "Because I already figured out that we\'ll end up in this situation."

"I\'ll have to teach you something then," she said.

"What is?" I asked.

"The way to mold the Soulsteel is what you call it. It requires Royal Blood to fully control it, but there is a mantra that if memorized will allow you to use some of the superficial functions of the bastion. Mainly the scanning and the ability to unlock and lock doors. This is shared between all of the people who have been a part of the escape from Solarous," she said.

"Solarous… that\'s the name of your planet?" I asked.

"Indeed, it is the name of my ruined planet," She sighed.

I had no words of comfort to say, so I remained quiet.

"You should not worry about things of the past. For now, I should leave you to finish your matters, I\'ll resume my recovery," she said.

I nodded to her and left her by herself.

I went down to the workshop area to check on the creation of the new ammunition and explosives.

It was hot, due to the forge being on. The flames and fumes were on max, but the puppets didn\'t care. They have no need for air or care enough for the air. So they can still work under these conditions.

On the side of the working line, a massive stockpile of ammo was sitting comfortably next to the working line to which I just grabbed into my holding bag.

More of the ammo was still being created which will serve as main and reserve for puppets I\'m planning on taking with us.

Unlike before where only the four of us were sneaking in to get the Queen, this time we have no choice but to come out blasting.

And as someone who loves the taste of freedom, I\'m hella down for that.