Lin Yuan stared in disbelief at the "Li Wen" that had stood up again. Its head had transformed into a mass of tentacles.
Its body had shrunk further, as if Li Wen's flesh was merely a vessel supplying it with nourishment.
Each revival consumed a portion of its energy.
He glanced at Carola Anna, lying on the ground. No blood was flowing, so she should be fine for now.
"This thing is a true hydra, cut off one head, and another appears?"
Lin Yuan drew a Nepalese kukri from a leg lying on the floor.
It was 30cm with the hilt.
He took a step back, thrusting his right hand forward, stirring the attacking tentacles like mixing noodles, entangling them around the iron rod.
Heh, I learned spear techniques from Zhu Mingjun!
This move, "Nezha Stirring the Sea," is also quite good.
The immense strength from a dozen tentacles almost made Lin Yuan lose his grip.
Fortunately, as the tentacles became entangled on the iron rod, they coiled tighter, tying themselves into knots, and were unable to break free for a while.
The knife in his left hand was not for show. After the iron rod immobilized the writhing tentacles, the blade sliced towards them.
It was like a hot knife through butter; the alloy blade easily severed all the tentacles.
The resulting pain caused the hydra parasite to let out a pained roar. The tentacles on its head parted, revealing monstrous eyeballs within, throbbing like a heart.
It had no mouth; it communicated through bone vibrations.
Lin Yuan, not wanting to give it another chance, flung the knife forward, hitting its exposed eye directly.
He flicked the tentacles off the iron rod, which had lost their adhesive quality, and pressed his advantage. He charged forward and impaled it with the iron rod onto a nearby crate.
Then he took out C4, set the timer to 3 seconds, stuffed it into its head, and ran. Grabbing the riot shield, he scooped up the unconscious Carola Anna and spun them around at least ten meters away before the explosion.
Negative 3rd Floor, Laboratory No. 3.
Only the dead remained here.
The disappeared "Wang Xiaoxin" now appeared here.
Looking at the massive mass of flesh before him.
He whispered, "Mother's discarded shell? A pity it's of no use to me now."
Then he melted back into the air, vanishing from sight.