Chapter 481 Repression
The lights flickered overhead, the tinnitus rumbled like thunder, the limbs were weak, and the stinging pain rushed to the brain like a tide.
I am still alive.
Li Ang lowered his head and glanced at his chest. The skin on his chest had been completely wiped out by the light ball of the glowing crossbow.
The manubrium and body of the sternum disappeared, and 18 of the 24 ribs were broken.
What is even more frightening is that most of the lungs hidden under the ribs have been charred and carbonized.
Connected to the heart, steaming hot.
With this kind of injury, ordinary people have already died seven or eight times, and even if they survived, they would still faint from the pain.
Even Li Ang, who has been parasitized by Mosi for a long time, it is difficult to figure out how much of a human existence, and still have a clear consciousness.
"Ahem—"
Li Ang coughed, and what he spewed out was not blood, but pitch black powder.
Unprepared, he was shot by the glowing crossbow at close range,
Mosi, who was restless after eating a large amount of fine gold and trying to usurp control of her body, was also having a hard time.
The silk thread structure that was originally densely covered in Li Ang's chest cavity and abdominal cavity like a spider web was torn apart and shrunk back to the spine,
Like a wounded poisonous snake, return to the nest to rest.
No more signs of restlessness.
It really hurts both sides.
Li Ang twitched the corner of his mouth with difficulty, smiled helplessly, and lifted himself up with his mind, forming a barrier of mind on his chest, preventing dust from floating in and blood from flowing out.
Trying to release spiritual power.
嗡—
A strand of black silk thread protruded from the spine, pierced into the severely damaged lung, and began to replace and repair the heart and lung.
By the second strand, the third strand.
Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, accidentally affected his injury, and coughed up a large amount of black powder again, but his eyes were unprecedentedly calm.
Countless silk threads protruding from the spine, lightly and sensitively repairing the injuries all over his body,
Still have the energy to separate out a few other bundles of silk thread, pick up the broken bricks and glass fragments on the ground, and repair a messy laboratory.
Li Ang hung in mid-air, quietly watching the scene in front of him.
I succeeded.
again.
Through almost self-mutilation and self-destruction, let yourself and Mosi be damaged at the same time, so as to suppress the alienation that tries to usurp the body.
And afterwards, use moss to repair the injury.
It worked during the Tanabata mutation before, and it also works this time.
The sea of air is still surging, and the spiritual veins are still carrying spiritual power, even running more smoothly than before.
But at a cost.
Li Ang raised his palm, and the black silk thread appeared and disappeared in the palm, like a hideous and terrifying parasite, swimming through it.
Not just the palm,
The heart, lungs, and even the arteries and veins of the head, neck, shoulders, and armpit are all infiltrated with moss.
Li Ang could feel that countless silk threads passed through his body, eroding his human part bit by bit.
Before in Chang'an, in order to suppress Mosi, I flew to the Gangfeng layer once. As a result, I suppressed Mosi, but also let the opponent erode to the abdominal cavity.
Come again, I am afraid it is the head and brain.
If the brain is also eroded and replaced by moss, is it still me?
Li Ang silently stared at the palm until the silk threads in the palm stopped fluctuating and merged with the blood vessels,
Then he clenched his fists violently, released his thoughts, and let himself fall back to the floor of the laboratory.
No matter what the future holds, at this moment, he is still in control of Mosi, commanding and controlling all threads, and more thoroughly than before.
This also means
Li Ang closed his eyes, and at the same time saw every piece of ink silk avatar he deposited in all parts of the world.
The total is thirteen yuan.
let's start.
He waved his palm, and every Mosi avatar drilled into the depths of the ground together, absorbing the iron, copper, silver and other ordinary iron in the soil.
Its volume also continued to expand, turning into the shape of an octopus, wantonly digging and drilling deep underground.
Each Mosi avatar dug out a rectangular underground cave,
And under the control of Li Ang's will, Fantie was reshaped into various shapes in the cave.
Experimental tables, experimental benches, even finer microscopes, oscillators, etc.
This is the new ability obtained after the evolution of Mosi's body. Every share of Mosi's avatar can absorb about a hundred times the iron and transform it into the physical form you want.
Similar to the existence of .3D printers, matter guns and the like.
Thirteen Mosi clones are thirteen laboratories and drug factories.
Li Ang closed his eyes, and with all his mind, he controlled Mosi's avatar to build an underground factory.
Soon, the workshop was completed and all the equipment was ready. Li Ang even asked Mosi to drill to the nearest underground river, and built hydroelectric power stations in the underground river to provide electricity and lighting for the workshop.
The next step is to look for mycelium.
Li Ang took a deep breath, divided his mind more, and forced the Mosi clones scattered outside to split one by one.
The thirteen pieces of ink silk hanging alone, like primitive cells, split apart with difficulty, pulling countless broken threads in the middle, and gradually separated with great reluctance.
became, twenty-six yuan.
Come again!
Cold sweat broke out on Li Ang's forehead, and his newly repaired heart was beating violently. He almost forced his mind to continue to divide.
Shushasha—
Twenty-six ink silk clones continued to split and became fifty-two.
Every way is connected with Li Ang, without hindrance,
So much so that in his mind, fifty-two new perspectives besides his own main perspective appeared in an instant.
It's like a fly with compound eyes.
This idea popped up almost instantly,
Li Ang smacked his lips, no, it's probably weirder than a fly.
At least the sights seen by the compound eyes of the fly overlap and repeat, and these new perspectives of oneself are all different.
"Fortunately, I chose the path of being a teacher at the beginning, and I have long been used to multitasking. I am used to splitting my mind to do other things, otherwise I will probably go crazy now."
Li Ang thought silently, exhaled slowly, raised his hands, each finger seemed to be hooked on some non-existent silk thread, and pulled heavily.
At the same moment, fifty-two Mosi clones started to act.
Like a slime mold, it tried its best to spread deep underground, along the walls of the laboratory all the way up, drilling towards the surface, looking for traces of streptomyces.
(end of this chapter)