Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1395: The ultimate battle is in the deep end
Chapter 1395 The ultimate battle against the hidden teeth (11)
The werewolf climbed up from the slippery ground, covered with some kind of sour-smelling transparent mucus that was so sticky that it could even pull out silk. It didn't feel like normal nausea.
He then surveyed the environment in the dim light around him, and found himself in a room made of flesh and blood. The floors, ceilings and walls are full of wriggling flesh walls! Those flesh walls look like the muscles of the creature after the skin has been ripped off, and even a bit like internal organs! There are some kind of blood vessel-shaped dark red filaments running on these flesh walls, and they shrink one by one, driving the peristalsis of the flesh walls!
Disgusting! It's disgusting anyway! Disgusting to the extreme! Bedivere tried his best to endure the vomit deep in his throat, and drew his weapon from his waist. The tungsten turtle tongue whip emits an unstable flash when it is powered on, illuminating the room of the meatballs even brighter. Although seeing everything more clearly also means that the disgusting visual impact is also doubled, but Bedivere really can't stand this ghost place, and can't wait to find a way out of here as soon as possible!
Then he noticed that the flesh wall on the ground didn't seem to be composed of a single creature, but rather something composed of the ** "melting" of a large number of creatures. There are also countless "impurities" of various creatures in the meat wall - Bedivere only walked a dozen steps, and found more than five spines on the ground, and they should be human spine bones!
Seeing this, Bedivere has probably guessed what's going on in this room.
Yes, this should be a "garbage room" specially used to deal with failed experiments! The injection that was injected into Bedivere's body just now is obviously a potion that can turn people into monsters! Fortunately, Gwen hypnotized the researcher, and the obsessed researcher stuck a needle on Bedivere's metal prosthesis without actually injecting the medicine into Bedivere's body! Otherwise, the werewolf's body at this time is likely to have changed, and maybe it will eventually become the same as these melted human bodies on the ground, and eventually merge with the flesh wall!
Oh my god! What the **** is this thick and disgusting flesh wall! How many innocent civilians did the Mohammed business group sacrifice to conduct research on anesthetics? !
Bediver walked on the slippery, sticky fleshy floor, feeling extremely sick every step of the way, as if stepping on human flesh and viscera. The sound of chirp and chirp when his feet stepped on the meat floor made the werewolf youth even more horrified.
He managed to **** to one side of the wall of the room, trying to find a way out along the wall, but found a vaguely recognizable humanoid creature stuck to the wall. It only had half of its body attached to the wall. The skin of the body seems to have melted, struggling slowly under the blood-red flesh, like some kind of resentful spirit imprisoned in the depths of hell!
"Wu------?" That thing seemed to sense Bedivere's approach, its head laboriously moved out of the flesh wall, opened two bloodshot eyeballs, and died. Stare at Bedivere and start screaming!
＂嘶啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！---------------------------- --" The voice was sharp and harsh, and it was hard to hear it was disgusting! It hits the depths of Bedivere's soul, giving the werewolf a severe headache!
Then the whole meat room was in a commotion. Countless tentacles sprang out from the hidden corners of the meat wall, constantly squirming, extending to where Bedivere was! The tentacles in the flesh wall of the room are constantly increasing, and they are made up of the spines of the dead people and some scattered muscles!
Bedivere instantly had a very bad premonition, he understood, this fleshy room was composed of a large number of monsters that had been mutated by drugs, and they discovered the invasion of the "foreign body" of Bedivere. The first thing to do, of course, is to "absorb" Bedivere!
A tentacle has wrapped around Bedivere's foot, tugging constantly. It wants to drag the werewolf away, to the location of more tentacles. They're going to dismember Bedivere and shred it into countless pieces to become part of them!
Bedivere didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately raised the tungsten tongue whip to protect himself! His whip slapped the tentacle with a snap, numbing the tentacle with the shock, and quickly released Bedivere's leg. While the werewolf retreated to a safe area without so many tentacles, he surrounded himself with a tungsten turtle tongue whip, forming an electrified protective ring around him! In this way, no matter which direction the tentacles attack from, Bedivere's tungsten tortoise-tongue whip can knock them back with electric shock at the first time, keeping Bedivere safe!
But the werewolf youth knows very well that this is just a tactic to delay time. The number of tentacles is at least a thousand, and it is still increasing. It is estimated that every spine of the dead gathered in this room is the source of these tentacle monsters! And the tungsten turtle tongue whip in the werewolf's hand can only use electric shock to temporarily repel these tentacles, neither can it completely eliminate them, and there is no way to repel a large number of tentacles at once! If they come together, Bedivere will eventually be surrounded!
You have to find your way out of this **** and disgusting room right now! But where is the road? ! The floor, the walls, the ceiling, there are thick walls of flesh everywhere, wrapping up this thirty-yard square, not too small room! It is precisely because there is no way out here that the air is so turbid!
Wait, the channel should be there. Bedivere remembered the conveyor belt that had just come in. However, he was too naive. Of course, the entrance to the conveyor belt was one-way. When Bedivere fell into the room, the entrance was firmly blocked by the thick iron plate! Anyway, this is a "garbage room" used to deal with failed experiments. Of course, the creatures sent here will come in and not come out!
As more tentacles come in, Bedivere's situation only gets worse! If he can't find his way out again, he will really die in such a hellish place!
Bedivere took a deep breath. The more critical the situation, the more he forced himself to calm down. His brain turned extremely fast, and in just half a second, he came up with dozens of ways to solve the problem.
Roaring with a wolf? Indeed, if continuous wolf roars and time magic are used, a powerful shock wave can be created as before, penetrating the flesh wall here and finding a way to escape. But in this way, Bedivere is equivalent to creating a huge commotion in this glass pyramid, and the sound of the alarm will be inevitable;
So, he can only use the only decent weapon in his hand—his tungsten turtle tongue whip, to dig out an escape route relatively quietly? Bedivere remembered the special use of the whip before: the tungsten tongue whip was rolled up like a spring. When it is released like a fist at a close distance, the elastic potential energy in the whip will explosively increase the destructive power of the whip's piercing blow, and it is not impossible to use it to destroy the wall.
However, and in which direction, is another question. The original structure of this room, which is surrounded by flesh walls everywhere, is impossible to verify, and it is even more difficult to find an escape route from under the lumps of flesh. If this inverted glass pyramid is really a relic left by the ancients, then its seemingly fragile glass walls are very likely to be surprisingly hard, perhaps as hard as those luna steel cast by Seglade. It is not practical to pierce the wall with a coiled whip, and the most practical means of escape is of course to attack the weak point in the structure of the room—that is, its original [door] location!
So, his last remaining problem is finding the door! No, this is not a problem. The door is not difficult to find...isn't it?
Bediver looks from afar.
Yes, the door is not difficult to find. Because the more densely distributed the monster tentacles are, the more difficult it is to pass through, which is where the door is located. They don't want to let Bedivere leave, they want to dismember the werewolf and make him one of them, so they will absolutely use all means to prevent the werewolf from getting close to the wall that should be the door. As a result, three hundred tentacles were densely distributed on the wall of flesh twenty yards away from Bedivere!
"After all, it's a undead, so you can't use your brain." Bedivere sneered. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as you know you can get past it, all problems are not problems.
He coiled the tungsten turtle tongue whip around his left arm ~IndoMTL.com~ and let it twist like a spring, accumulating great power. But of course, without the shield of the tungsten tongue whip, the tentacles around Bedivere were rampant. They are getting denser, building heavy barricades on the way the werewolf youths reach the exit!
Bediver sneered and slapped it on his right arm. His silver bracelet began to function, infusing [Time Water] with accelerated effects into his body. The time of the whole world began to flow slowly, only Bedivere itself was accelerated to an unbelievable level!
With the flashbang he threw, the werewolf youth ran wild! There are tentacles everywhere, their structure is complex and changeable, and the obstacles built along the way leave only tiny gaps to pass. But they are almost stationary in a world where time is stagnant, and with Bedivere's agile skills, it is just a piece of cake to quickly cross these static roadblocks!
He twisted left and right, and hurried to the door. On the meat wall that should have been the door, there was a large net made up of more than 300 tentacles, and Bedivere was a little worried at first. But the time is limited. The fleshy floor he is standing on is a whole, which can continuously take away his acceleration ability. The tentacles and flesh wall in front of him have been squirming faster and faster! The werewolf didn't hesitate any more, he punched a straight left fist, and the tungsten turtle tongue whip coiled into a spring shape on his arm also extended, and stabbed straight out like a spear!