The ground under his feet was sticky and thick, and the coldness enveloping Gu Jun continued to increase, and the transportation in the flesh and blood pipelines did not stop for a second.
His physical strength was declining, his thirsty throat began to be numb, his leg muscles were getting heavier and heavier, and his left hand, which was tied with a tourniquet, was swollen and uncomfortable.
His mental strength is also declining, and every channel gradually seems to be connected to his body, with alien limbs, alien skin, alien blood... all trying to alienate him.
He must act.
Time was against him.
The more time passed, the weaker he became. In the end, even if no enemies appeared, he would still be trapped here to death, becoming a pile of human tissue raw materials.
But there is not much Gu Jun can try to do. He first made an old seal towards a main pipe, wanting to see what the reaction would be, but it was just like throwing a small stone into the vast ocean, and the tiny ripples might just be hallucinations.
He raised the qsg92 pistol again, still facing the main pipe, and pulled the trigger, bang!
Sparks splashed, the recoil shook his shoulder, and the little finger of his left hand was violently torn.
All he could see was a small ripple caused by the bullet hitting the outer skin of the pipe he was aiming at.
But the transparent membranous skin was not broken, and everything was still going on, not even a little amniotic fluid or blood leaked, as if the shooting didn't happen just now.
Gu Jun didn't see where the bullet went. He searched the surrounding ground and couldn't find it. He remembered that Cao Yicong and his clothes could also be cloned. Here, I am afraid that matter has another definition, dead objects and living things. The boundaries between them are not so clear.
That bullet might have become the hair of a foreign baby.
The main pipe couldn't be moved, so Gu Jun tried to put an old seal and shoot at a transportation pipe with deformed tentacles, but it didn't work.
"Hoo..."
Gu Jun let out a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The air here is very turbid and the oxygen content is very low. To be precise, he can't be sure that he is breathing oxygen-containing air, and his heart and lungs are getting duller. And one of the reasons for the rapid decline of mental power.
"Xianyu, Wu Shiyu, can you hear me? I'm trapped."
He concentratingly called out with a spiritual dialogue. When he was still in front of the forest on the ground, at some moments he was very sure that he heard Wu Shiyu's voice.
It felt like she was right next to her, shouting something like "That's not a human, that's a monster!"
She seemed to see other things from another dimension. It wouldn't be surprising if she came in a dream.
Besides, it's not in a dream, her synaesthesia and her mind can see things that others can't.
If Xianyu is here, maybe she can see where the breakthrough is and which pipeline can be destroyed.
Gu Jun silently tried to send the message, his temples on both sides became more swollen, his steps became more limp, and his eyelids were a little hard to open.
Bang bang, bang bang...
The pulsating sound of the surrounding pipes seemed to replace his heartbeat, and all kinds of criss-crossing pipes seemed to replace his intestines and blood vessels... He suddenly felt a strong chest tightness and nausea, as if he wanted to vomit like motion sickness.
"The dark power here is eroding me... If this continues, it may not last an hour..."
Gu Jun violently shook his aching head to wake himself up, reminded himself of the feeling during the global training, and focused on one point.
It's just that the chaotic thoughts in his mind didn't obey the orders of his consciousness, and kept surging, pulling him into an even more anxious state of mind.
He even had some doubts about whether he was right or wrong when he insisted on entering this place before, whether he was caught in a trap.
"calm down."
Things are developing in the direction the enemy wants, and this environment is enough to drive the wise to madness.
Gu Jun closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, the turmoil calmed down a little, and his mind was gradually able to focus on the faint light emitted by the power of Sunset City.
There is one more way to try...
It's not spells, spells will only consume more of his mental power and increase his corrosion rate. It's not a good choice to fight against the power of the black goat here.
Besides, this place is simply a paradise, heaven, and lair for dark creatures... Summoning a little night-gaunt, maybe it will mutate into another foreign body, one of the thousands of descendants of the black goat of the forest, and the summoner will immediately eat himself back.
The method he was thinking of was still those Karop dissecting instruments.
These equipment can exert different powers than spells, old seals, and firearms.
Gu Jun opened his eyes again, holding the Kalop scalpel in his right hand, and walked towards the transportation pipeline for the deformed tentacles.
Because each of these pipes is very huge, there will be a wide space even in small staggered gaps, and he can walk through the most crowded places. In order to reduce the influence of dark forces, he had previously chosen paths that were relatively far away from the pipes, and the closest distance was six or seven meters.
Now, as he approached step by step, the beating sound of bang bang became more and more clear, as if it was coming from an impact.
When the distance was only about three meters away, he smelled a strange smell mixed with blood in the air, which was not the case even a step away.
"Hoo, hoo..." Gu Jun found it harder to breathe, and the fine sweat on his forehead trickled down to his chin, but he had no time to wipe it off, nor could he be distracted.
Once the condensed spirit is scattered, the chaotic thoughts, strange breath, and indescribable smell will all be heavily suppressed, and he may faint.
Bang bang, bang bang, only one meter away, Gu Jun's face is almost touching the transparent membrane skin of the pipe, so close to the tentacles conveyed in the pipe, he can clearly see the skin of the tentacles texture.
Let's call it the skin. From a distance, it looks like a bloody and damaged piece of flesh. From a close look, it is a dark reddish-brown cortex. Countless ripples from a vortex.
Gu Jun also keenly felt that his spirit was being pulled into the vortex, and this kind of tentacles themselves could disturb the spirit...
A pessimistic and terrifying imaginary scene flashed through his mind. The alien life with this kind of tentacles chased the ordinary people on the streets of the city, just like dead skin men chasing the ordinary people of Hawke City... blood stained the city.
Clenching the scalpel tightly in his hand, trying his best to suppress distracting thoughts, Gu Jun's gaze no longer focused on the tentacles that kept passing by, but on the skin of the pipe itself.
The right hand swung out suddenly, and the sharp blade slashed forward on the outer skin of the pipe at such a fast speed that it seemed nothing had happened.
But that feeling already told Gu Jun that the stroke was hit, and... it was cut.
The transparent membrane-like skin shrank abnormally, but it couldn't stop the crack that was drawn.
The crack was rapidly expanding under the force, and a light yellow liquid flowed out, and suddenly there was a booming sound, and a large amount of liquid, together with the tentacles inside, gushed out like a bank bursting.