usatvline Chapter 337: Abyss Art Museum (Part 9)
Chapter 337: Abyss Art Museum (Part 9)
Chapter 337: Abyss Art Museum (Part )
Feeling bad, Vermouth immediately dodged the attack with a backward roll and fired at the same time. Obviously, bullets had no effect on the tentacles of the abyss.
After discovering that bullets had no effect on the tentacles, Vermouth immediately hid behind other statues that had not yet collapsed, wanting to see how long these tentacles extended so that she could counterattack later.
However, these tentacles continued to emerge from the statue as if endless. Even the surface of the statue where Vermouth was hiding began to crack, emitting bright red granulations that quickly grew into purple-red tentacles.
"What the hell are these things?" Vermouth was extremely angry. After all, there was no way to counter these tentacles. Even if they were cut off with a sharp weapon, they would regenerate quickly.
"There's something at the bottom of the statue." The undertaker said, pointing to the base of the original statue.
The undertaker was also attacked by tentacles, but he was far away and there were not many tentacles rushing towards him, so he was now waving his suitcase to smash the tentacles into meat paste.
[Philanthropist: Appears, coffin skull crusher!]
[Gardener: So how strong was Aesop's grip?]
[Doctor: A conservative estimate is that he's a normal adult male. After all, although Aesop is not good at socializing, he doesn't have albinism like Andrew.]
[Prisoner: But Andrew was quite strong. He killed the landlord and the cemetery watchman with one shovel.]
[Gravekeeper: ...]
[Mechanic: So, roughly speaking, how strong is Aesop?]
[Bartender: Being able to carry a coffin and walk without even breathing hard, that's at least as high as two gym students.]
[Forward: Huh?]
[Hitter: That really shows that I need to improve because I don't have any self-protection.]
[Factory Manager: If you increase the intensity any further, we'll need three points of tolerance.]
[Jack: I don't have any self-protection either, I need to strengthen myself too!]
[Puppeteer: When will I strengthen?]
Vermouth looked in the direction the undertaker pointed, and sure enough, there was a book placed at the base of the statue. On the cover of the book, there was a dark purple eyeball rotating, and tentacles extending from the eyeball tightly wrapped around the book.
Having sensed something, Vermouth immediately shot at the eyeball on the book. This time the bullet hit the eyeball accurately. A shrill scream immediately rang out, almost shattering the eardrums of both of them.
[Embarkantist: So noisy...]
[Dancer: I told you to wear earplugs beforehand.]
[Mercenary: What a loud noise! I heard it all over here.]
[Novelist: Gin heard it too, right?]
The mercenary and Amuro Toru immediately ran upstairs the moment they heard the scream, as did Gin and Vodka. At the same time, Chianti and Collen, who were lying in ambush outside, also heard the noise.
"What are Gin and the others doing in there? What made such a noise?" Chianti complained dissatisfiedly. "I wish the screams were caused by my bullets."
Kelun remained in his ambush position. "Sniper, one shot, one hit. It won't make the target scream like that."
"I'm just saying." Chianti waved away a firefly that flew over her head.
Of course, she didn't notice that the firefly had a light bulb-like light organ and a wooden exoskeleton.
At this time in the villa, the mercenaries and Toru Amuro met up with Gin and Vodka. Both groups of people rushed here after hearing the screams just now.
"What's going on up there?" Vodka was still terrified of the hellish laboratory in the basement. "Could it be that the villa's exhibition room is more dangerous than the underground laboratory?"
"You can't say that. What if these exhibition rooms display things that were moved out of the laboratories?" The mercenary jokingly put his hands in his pockets.
Gin's face was gloomy. "Everyone, grab your weapons and go up together. At the same time, prepare the incendiary bombs and throw them out if anything happens."
Vodka was a little surprised: "What about Vermouth and Snow Country? They are still up there!"
"If they are lucky, we'll wait for them to escape. If they are unlucky, they will be reduced to ashes along with the experimental subjects here!" Gin believed that the creatures in these laboratories were most likely discarded failures, and it would not be a big problem even if they were destroyed. After all, he had already obtained "useful" information.
Gin kicked open the door of the exhibition hall on the second floor and saw purple-black tentacles coiling and wriggling everywhere.
Vodka took another 10,000-point critical hit: "Why are these things everywhere?! Before it was eyeballs, then spores, and now tentacles?"
Amuro Toru glanced at Vodka and then at the mercenary. The mercenary whispered, "It seems that the things in the underground level are quite dark and have left an indelible psychological trauma on him."
"Compared to this, there is actually mycelium in the underground layer. Is it the same as the one on your body?" Amuro Toru asked in a low voice.
"They're different, I'm sure of that, because the mycelium in my body originated from a disease, while the mycelium being studied recently all comes from fungal organisms."
Gin shouted angrily: "Stop whispering behind me and be ready to shoot at any time!"
So everyone drew their weapons and carefully avoided the dancing tentacles and the statues that were breaking and growing new tentacles.
Soon the two groups met. Vermouth and the undertaker fled to the middle of the corridor, while Gin just arrived here.
Behind Vermouth, the tentacles actually carried the statue and chased after it, but this also exposed its core - the poetry book with the parasitic eyeball on it - to everyone's attack range.
Vermouth shouted, "That book with eyes is the core. Attack it quickly!"
Upon hearing this, Vodka was the one who reacted the fastest. He threw grenades and incendiary bombs at the other side as if they were free, which scared Vermouth to death: "Asshole, are you going to blow us all to death?"
However, it was obviously too early to say this. After all, the Abyss Tentacles also knew that the Black Organization would use this trick, so a large number of tentacles hung down like curtains, blocking the shock wave of the explosion. At the same time, these tentacles also trapped Vermouth and the Undertaker.
"Damn it!" Vermouth cursed angrily. Now hot weapons were ineffective, but cold weapons could chop these tentacles apart.
Vermouth turned to look at the undertaker: "Hey, Snow Country, do you have any cold weapons with you? Even a scalpel will do!"
However, the undertaker did not respond to Vermouth's question, but just stared at the book "Flower of Evil" silently.
The abyssal tentacles finally revealed their true intentions. It was a blooming "flower of evil," bizarre yet beautiful. It had a fleshy root, thick leaves and petals, and fine veins like blood vessels. Several tentacles emerged from the pistil, attempting to capture a new host.
Vermouth clearly saw the eyeball pointed at her: "So, this thing is considering me as its prey? Haha, as an actress, I won't just sit there and wait for death!"
Vermouth's consecutive shots hit the eyeball in the center of the pistil, but the attack that had worked before was ineffective this time.
Seeing those tentacles getting closer and closer to her, cold sweat appeared on Vermouth's forehead: "No, I can't die here like this..."