Chapter 1395: The Battle of the Latent Teeth (11)

The werewolf got up from the slippery ground, covered in some kind of sour-smelling, slimy clear slime that could even pull out a thread. It wasn't your average nausea.

He then surveyed the surroundings in the dim light, and found himself in a room made of flesh and blood. The walls of the floor and ceiling are full of wriggling flesh walls! Those flesh walls look like the muscles of creatures that have been torn off their skin, and even a bit like internal organs! There are some kind of vessel-like dark red filaments swimming on these flesh walls, and they shrink one by one, driving the flesh walls to squirm!

Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting to the extreme! Bediwell struggled to resist the vomiting sensation deep in his throat and drew his weapon from his waist. The tungsten tongue whip emits an erratic flash when energized, illuminating the room made of fleshy balls even brighter. Although seeing everything more clearly means that the disgusting visual impact is also doubling, Bediville really can't stand this ghost place, and can't wait to find a way out of this place as soon as possible!

Then he realized that the flesh wall on the ground did not seem to be made up of a single creature, but something made up of the flesh of a large number of creatures having "melted". There are also countless biological "impurities" in the flesh wall - Bediwell only walked a dozen steps before he found more than five spines on the ground, and they were supposed to be human spinal bones!

Seeing this, Bediwell had already roughly guessed what was going on in this room.

That's right, this is supposed to be a "garbage room" specially designed to deal with failed experiments! The injection that was injected into Bediwell's body just now is obviously a potion that can turn people into monsters! Fortunately, Gwen hypnotized the researcher, and the deluded researcher pricked a needle into Bediwell's metal prosthesis, but did not actually inject the potion into Bediwell's body! Otherwise, the werewolf's body at this time is likely to have changed, and maybe it will eventually become like these melted human bodies on the ground, and finally merge with the flesh wall!

Oh my God! What the hell are these disgusting flesh walls! How many innocent civilians did the Muhammad merchant group sacrifice in order to study anesthetics?!

Bediwell walked on the slippery, sticky, fleshy floor, and felt extremely nauseous with every step, as if he were stepping on human flesh and blood. The sound of stepping on the meat floor and chirping and chirping made the werewolf youth even more creepy.

He managed to find his way to one side of the room, trying to find his way out along the wall, only to find a vaguely recognizable humanoid creature stuck to the wall, only half of its body was attached to the wall, and its body skin looked to melt, slowly struggling under the blood-red flesh, like some kind of resentful spirit imprisoned in the depths of hell!

"Uhh

"Ahh

Then the whole meat room went into an uproar. Countless tentacles sprang out of the hidden corners of the flesh wall, and kept wriggling, stretching towards the place where Bedwell was! The tentacles in the flesh wall of the room kept growing, and they were made up of the spine of the dead and a few bits and pieces of muscle!

Bediwell instantly had a very bad premonition, he understood, this fleshy room is composed of a large number of monsters mutated by drugs, and they discovered the invasion of Bediwell's "foreign body", the first thing to do is, of course, to "absorb" Bediwell!

A tentacle had wrapped itself around Bediwell's foot, tugging at it. It wanted to drag the werewolf away and towards the location of more tentacles. They are going to tear Bediwell's body into countless pieces of flesh in order to become a part of them!

Without a moment's hesitation, Bediwell immediately raised his tungsten tortoise tongue whip to protect himself! His whip snapped and slashed at the tentacle, and the electric shock paralyzed the tentacle, and quickly let go of Bediwell's leg. The werewolf retreated to a safe area where there were not so many tentacles, and at the same time surrounded himself with a tungsten tortoise tongue whip, forming an electrified protective ring beside him! In this way, no matter which direction the tentacles attacked from, Bediwell's tungsten tortoise tongue whip could immediately knock them back with an electric shock, keeping Bediwell's safety!

But the werewolf youth knew very well that this was just a ploy to stall for time. The number of tentacles is at least thousands, and it is still increasing, it is estimated that the dead who have gathered in this room, every spine, is the source of these tentacle monsters! And the tungsten turtle tongue whip in the hand of the werewolf can only temporarily repel these tentacles with electric shocks, neither can they completely destroy them, nor can they repel a large number of tentacles at once! If they all rush up together, Bediwell will eventually be surrounded!

You have to find your way out of this bloody and disgusting room at once! But where is the way?! The floor, the walls, and the ceiling, there are thick walls of flesh everywhere, and this thirty yards square, not too big or small, is wrapped tightly! It is precisely because there is no way out here that its air is so muddy!

Wait, there should be a channel. Bediwell remembered the conveyor belt that had just come in. However, he was too naïve, the entrance to the conveyor belt was of course one-way, and the moment Bedivier fell into the room, the entrance was firmly locked by a heavy iron plate!

As more tentacles encircled him, Bedeville's situation became more and more embarrassing! If he couldn't find his way out, he would really die in such a hellish place!

Bediwell took a deep breath. The more critical the situation, the more he forced himself to calm down. His mind was spinning at a rapid pace, and he could come up with dozens of solutions to his difficulties in just half a second.

Indeed, if you use continuous wolf roars and time magic, you may be able to create a powerful shockwave like before, piercing through the flesh walls here and finding a way out. But in this way, Bediwell would be tantamount to creating a great commotion in this glass pyramid, and the sound of the alarm would be inevitable;

So, he had to use the only decent weapon in his hand, his tungsten tongue whip, to carve out an escape route relatively quietly? Bediwell 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 close range, the elastic potential energy inside the whip will explosively increase the destructive power of the whip's piercing blow, and it is not impossible to use it to destroy walls.

But how to dig and in which direction to dig is another question. The original structure of this room, which was surrounded by walls of flesh, was no longer verifiable, and it was even more difficult to find an escape route from under this mass of flesh. If this inverted glass pyramid is really a relic of ancient people, then its seemingly fragile glass walls are most likely surprisingly hard, perhaps as hard as the luna steel cast in Segrade. It is not practical to punch through the wall with a coiled whip, and the most practical means of escape is of course to attack the structural weakness of the room - which is where its original [door] is!

So his last remaining problem was to find the door! No, it wasn't a problem. The door is not difficult to find, right?

Bediwell looked far away.

That's right, the door is really not hard to find. Because the denser the tentacles of those monsters are distributed, the more difficult it is to pass through, that is, where the door is located. They didn't want Bedeville to leave, they wanted to dismember the werewolf and make him one of them, so they would absolutely do anything to prevent the werewolf from approaching the fleshy wall that was supposed to be a door. So, twenty yards away from Bedeville, there were three hundred tentacles densely distributed on the wall of flesh!

"After all, it's a necromancy, so don't you use a little brain. Bediwell sneered. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as you know that you can get through, all problems are not a problem.

He coiled the tungsten tortoisetongue whip around his left arm, twisting it like a spring and building up a great deal of power. But of course, without the protection of the tungsten tongue whip, the tentacles around Bedeville were also rampant. They are getting denser and denser, building barricades on the way of the werewolf youth to the exit!

Bediwell sneered and slapped his hand on his right arm. His silver bracelet kicks in, injecting [Time Water] with an acceleration effect into his body. Time began to flow slowly throughout the world, and only Bediville himself was sped up to incredible speeds!

With the flashbang he thrown, the werewolf youth ran wildly! There were tentacles everywhere, their structures were complex and changeable, and the obstacles built along the way left only a small gap to pass through. But they are almost static in a world where time stands still, and with Bediwell's athletic skills, it is only a piece of cake to quickly step over this static roadblock!

He twisted left and right, and quickly ran to the door. There was a large net of about 300 tentacles on the flesh wall where it was supposed to be the door, and Bediwell was a little worried at first, not knowing if a single blow could break such a tight defense. But time is limited, the fleshy floor he is standing on is a whole, able to constantly seize his acceleration ability, the tentacles and flesh walls in front of him have squirmed faster and faster!