Darkwater's body turned completely black, looking like solidified tar, and instead of returning to the size of a compact human, it maintained the height of a modern human like John, and most amazingly, its head had begun to recover.

The skull, which had just been blown off by a bullet, should have been empty above the neck, but now, the black mucus was wriggling and growing, and the outline of a chin had been completed, and in the case of the entire head, about a third of the volume below the nose had basically been reconstituted.

The gunsmith raised his bone gun, ready to make up for it a few more times, but on second thought, he put it down again.

Previously, Dark Water pulled out the object from the esophagus, which shows that there are no important and deadly organs in his body, and it proves from the side that he has the ability to heal itself, so the gunsmith chooses to attack the head. But at this moment, his head was beaten to the ground, and it could still be regenerated, indicating that his key point was definitely not in his head.

The gunsmith's gaze swept five or six times from top to bottom, left to right, front to back, and when he began to feel that he was a little perverted, he thought of changing his way of thinking.

Assuming that Darkwater resembles a liquid metal robot from a movie, then according to the law of conservation of mass, the black slime that spilled out should flow back, converge and form, and become Darkwater's head again. That way, it should only take a minute to recover. Therefore, the self-healing of dark water obviously depends on other forms.

"Listen to what he's said before, he's supposed to be a biological, not a machine...... He doesn't get hungry, tired, doesn't necessarily need to breathe, and doesn't have a heartbeat. The gunsmith muttered quietly, speculating on the self-healing principle of the dark water.

Human wound healing generally relies on cell proliferation and differentiation, repair and shaping. In terms of the most advanced medical methods in the world today, even if there is a large-scale physical trauma on the whole body, as long as it is combined with advanced equipment and stem cell assisted treatment, it will take at least 70 hours to recover. However, the price of this method is very high, and it requires a certain amount of suffering, and even the nobles rarely try it easily.

But this self-healing ability of Dark Water is far superior to any treatment known to the gunsmith, he doesn't need to use any instruments or chemicals, just his own secretions, even his head can grow out, doesn't this thing have a brain? Impossible, the brain grows in the ass? No?

The gunsmith fired another shot, this time in the heart, and Darkwater's chest cavity exploded, revealing two machetes wrapped in black slime, leaving only a shallow bullet mark on the floor beneath Darkwater, the same as when the bullet that pierced Darkwater's head hit the far wall. This shows that Darkwater's body has triggered a change in the power of the Bone Gun bullets, and the lack of explosion is due to its lack of hardness, but its toughness.

The rebirth of Darkwater's head was not affected by this shot in the slightest, and his chest cavity began to heal itself, and the recovery speed was similar to that of his head, although it was slow, but the sun was setting and the moon was going up, and it was not interrupted one after another.

The bone gun could hold up to ten rounds of ammunition, and the gunsmith estimated that it would be in vain to put the rest on Darkwater. Perhaps the life forms of Darkwater are far more than humans, just as the science in this relic is beyond the comprehension of gunsmiths.

He still doesn't understand the reason why he loses his physiological needs when he stays here, and the previous space transfer technology also puzzles him, he has also made a space transfer device, but that kind of transfer requires a certain amount of preparation time, and can only indiscriminately transmit all the objects in a certain carrier, and that's it, he still uses the mysterious technology provided by Tianyi as the basis to complete it. However, the transfer in the ruins can be initiated at the moment of activation, selectively transporting the objects inside so that the carrier itself is not affected.

Thinking about the flipping of space he had encountered on the river, the unidentified magnetic field that could disable mechanical instruments, and the eternal core in his pocket, the gunsmith felt more and more that the science of this civilization was too dangerous, dangerous to the point of threatening the entire planet. This place should not be discovered by anyone, and the dark water should be buried underground for a long time.

The gunsmith turned around and stopped bothering about the dark water for the time being, anyway, at this speed, he might not be able to get up in half a day. The gunsmith will continue to explore the ruins to see if there is any way to stop the place once again.

As soon as he took a few steps, the light around him suddenly dimmed, the most obvious being the sun and moon symbols on the mural on the dome. The gunsmith froze in place, licked his tongue, looked around, and tried to take two more steps, and by this time the room was almost pitch black, and only a little cyan light was still holding on. This kind of scene feels like a singer holding a concert in a venue that can accommodate 30,000 people, but when the lights are turned off, the number of audience members with glow sticks is less than a company, and the seats are very scattered.

The gunsmith kept his face forward, and took a few steps back, as if trying to pretend that he hadn't done anything just now, not thinking that this action had really restored some light to the huge room.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he turned back and rushed straight towards the statue, and the blue light around him was getting brighter and brighter. When the gunsmith ran up to the statue, pulled the Eternal Core from his pocket, and with a hand of his hand forward, everything was back to normal.

The corner of the gunsmith's mouth smiled, he knew, the eternal core is the power of this entire ruin, originally the dark water was hiding in the underground world in some form, but one day, the eternal core was damaged for some reason, and it became what it is now, so the dark water was awakened by some device, or he was awake, who knows, anyway, in this place where there are no physical needs, God knows if he cares about the flow of time, God knows why he didn't have a mental breakdown, God knows if he has a mental breakdown... ...

In short, Darkwater uses the remaining energy from the Eternal Core to make the ruins rise, or rather, some parts of the ruins up, and operate to intervene with the outside world, trying to communicate with the world thousands of years from now and see if there is a way to solve its own problems. But Dark Water never imagined that his hometown, a place where scientific and technological civilization was once prosperous, is now a wild land, and the nearest group of civilized people may be a group of sellers, and if you want to meet this gang of drug lords, you will have to search at least dozens of kilometers.

Now the gunsmith understands that taking the eternal core from the statue's mouth is equivalent to taking away the dry battery in the remote control, and any folding space, magnetic field interference, and protruding ruin spires must all be scrapped. No wonder Darkwater wants to lure himself here before acting, if he chooses to take the core out, it will be a big risk, he has no idea whether the creatures on the ground are friendly or hostile, weak or strong. In terms of the rules of Darkwater, this choice will not be made.

After figuring it out, he no longer hesitated, raised his bone gun and shot at the high dome, the metal of the walls of this huge chamber was the same as the spire dug before, so the explosion after the bullet hit the wall was still very strong.

The metal wall was thick, but only one layer, and when it was broken, it was the mud under the swamp, and the silt and dirt poured down like a waterfall, and a mound of earth was piled up in the huge chamber, but the space was large enough that it would take a lot of time to fill up.

The hole in the dome is about half a meter in diameter, and its shape is relatively regular, which is the same as when it was hit on the spire before, and the reaction result of the bone gun bullet attacking the same material will not deviate much. The mud did not widen the hole, which was expected by the gunsmith, as the metal was not stone or wood, and would not be deformed by the pressure.

Darkwater's body and statue were quickly buried, and the gunsmith retreated to the wall, holding the Eternal Core to illuminate it, the light of the thing was weak, but fortunately, the light symbols on the surrounding walls and high places were still not all extinguished, so the place was not yet completely dark. The gunsmith's eyesight is very good, and this little light is enough. When the dirt had poured out of a hill, and no longer rising, but quickening its fall in all directions, the gunsmith rushed down the slope to the high point, and he did not care about the dirt, and endured the disgusting smell in his mouth and nose, he struggled to stand as high as possible, and fired another shot at a near-vertical angle into the hole in the top.

Gunsmiths have previously conducted this kind of experiment, that is, what are the effective defenses against bone guns, and one of the tests is to block the bullets of bone guns with objects that are denser than water, but lower than the trigger value. For example, the strength and toughness of the soil cannot make the bullets fired by the bone gun qualitatively change, so as long as the soil reaches a sufficient thickness, it can be allowed to stay in this medium after the kinetic energy of the bone gun bullets is consumed?

Unfortunately, the experiment ended in failure, and the bullet continued to penetrate the earth-like material until its velocity dropped to a low value, and the power was still qualitatively alternated by the density of the dirt it had traveled many times before. So according to the data of that time, this shot will still explode like a bazooka and penetrate the target, but not immediately, but after a certain distance.

The gunsmith estimated that the ruins would not be too deep, otherwise the ground bulge he had encountered before might evolve into a crustal crack or something, and he speculated that these ruins were likely to be many separate individual buildings underground, otherwise there would be no need to use any transfer technology, and it would be enough to build a door directly in the two adjacent places.

He fired four more shots perpendicular to the hole, each at a few seconds apart, and even as the falling dirt continued to hit the gunsmith's body and flow into his clothes, his hand remained motionless and rock-solid, and the four bullets pierced in exactly the same trajectory upwards.

The gunsmith wasn't sure if he would be able to escape by doing so, but he had to try. After doing this, the ideal state should be that there is a large conical pit about the size of a swimming pool on the ground of the rainforest, about 30 meters deep, the bottom is sealed, and then there is a layer of soil between more than 10 meters and tens of meters, and further down is this hole.

Of course, these are all hypotheticals, if this ruin is really buried very deep, the gunsmith's bullet is just a hollow hole in the cheese, which will soon be filled with dirt around it, and he is located in a solid hole dozens of meters below this hollow hole, and he will have to suffocate if he climbs up.

There was not much time left for him, the huge room was about to be filled, and just as he was about to take a deep breath and hold it in this dusty environment, the mud pouring on his head actually stopped.

When the gunsmith was stunned, a ray of light shot down, it was undoubtedly sunlight, ultraviolet rays that had not been seen for a long time.

He was ecstatic, jumped up from the top of the mound, grabbed the round opening, and turned out, the outside of the terrain was similar to the shape he had estimated, but the depth was more optimistic than he imagined, the soil layer of more than ten meters did not exist, because the space in the huge chamber had digested all the mud, and the gunsmith who climbed out was staying at the bottom of a cone-shaped earth cavern similar to a cone, about twenty meters from the ground.

As soon as he took a breath of the air outside, his feet trembled like an earthquake, and the path above his head was about to bury himself under this sudden change, and the gunsmith was startled, and rushed straight up like a monkey, and in a few seconds escaped from the pit and returned to the ground.

Then, the ground in a radius of several hundred meters under his feet subsided, and the deep pit that he had just climbed out was filled in and disappeared. Afterwards, the gunsmith remembered this, and he was still a little afraid, but he soon understood that because the eternal core was brought out, the giant room completely lost power, and it sank.

"Hahaha!!" When everything was calm, the gunsmith lay on the ground in a large figure, looking up to the sky and laughing, breathing in the humid air of the rainforest, and now the unpleasant smell was very pleasant to him.

After two seconds, his expression changed, but he heard his stomach rumble a few times, and a feeling of extreme exhaustion rolled over him like a tsunami, but instead of falling asleep, a carp straightened up, got up and ran wildly, rushed into the woods, and unbuttoned his pants......