Two liquid tal flying blades sliced through the yellow and black seal on the portable freezer’s surface. Six tentacle-like fungal hyphae instantly entered a fourteen-digit password on the keypad of the combination lock. Accompanied by a soft "click," the lid of the freezer bounced open to form a thin crack, and a white icy mist surged out from the gap.
Contained within the freezer was the "power source" of the collection equipnt.
This was a type of anomalous entity, appearing much like a common eel, except its body mbrane exhibited a unique tallic texture, as if wrapped in a layer of rcury.
The strange entity was housed in a cylindrical container 15 centiters in diater and 45 centiters in length. The middle of the container was transparent glass, clearly revealing the curled-up creature within and the pale yellow liquid filling the entire container.
Sun Hang did not know the na of this entity, nor did he understand the principle by which it powered the "piling machine"... but he didn’t need to know these things. He only needed to know how to use it.
Sun Hang peeled away the protective film on both ends of the container, revealing a tal interface akin to the positive and negative ends of a battery—this thing was indeed a battery, but not a common fuel cell or lithium battery. Instead, it was a concept often seen in many science fiction works: a bio-battery.
To be precise, perhaps it should be called—an "anomalous entity battery."
Sun Hang inserted this "anomalous entity battery" into the battery slot of the device and then pulled down the nearby switch.
With a soft "sizzle" sound, an electric arc flashed through the pale yellow liquid, and soon the liquid began to change to a blue-green color.
The eel-like entity, which had been in a dormant state, was instantly startled awake and began to violently strike the walls of the container.
However, it had only hit the container twice or three tis when the color of the liquid inside had changed to a dreamlike purple.
The frequency of the arcing in the water also beca extrely frequent.
The eel-like anomalous entity stiffened as if electrocuted and then began to convulse violently.
Sun Hang could feel that the tic fragnts within the anomalous entity were disintegrating and then rging into the purple liquid in fragnt form.
The densely packed indicator lights on the control panel of the collection equipnt all lit up and began transitioning from red to green one by one.
When all the indicator lights turned green, it ant the equipnt was ready and could start operating at any mont.
But what must co will still co.
Chira 17 would not stand by and watch Sun Hang collect its tic samples without doing anything.
Sun Hang turned around, shielding the equipnt behind him.
Nearly a hundred liquid tal flying blades hovered beside him, countless Tuos fungus threads spread across the ground forming a giant net, and a dozen puppets composed of fungal strands stood up from the ground, opening their eyes.
A woman in a blood-red floor-length strapless dress slowly walked through the rain, but the rain did not touch her at all—just like Candle Dragon’s protective shield, she had a similar shield around her, keeping the rain out.
She kept her head down, wearing a hat adorned with fake flowers, her face covered in a shadow that Sun Hang could never penetrate.
Her slender arms were slightly bent, with hands clad in long black lace gloves crossed over her lower abdon, elegant like a noble lady.
A person like that should appear at an early 20th century high society ball, not in a place like this.
All the hunters on the mission, including Sun Hang, rembered clearly that if soone dressed this eccentrically, they would definitely have an impression.
Appearing in a place like this, with a strong anomalous entity tic scent, if not a hunter, then it could only be an anomalous entity.
"And who might you be?" Sun Hang walked up with a smile, "There’s construction ahead, please detour."
The noblewoman gently lifted her head, a scarlet glow suddenly flashing through her left eye, a red laser piercing through the shadow on her face and drilling into Sun Hang’s brow.
No, it wasn’t a red light beam, but a tightly compressed and fast-moving jet of blood.
Modern industrial water jets can cut through stone and tal with high-pressure water, and the blood shot from this noblewoman’s eye was even more powerful than the water jet.
Sun Hang, with his eyes wide open and mouth agape, fell back with a bloody hole in his brow.
But before he hit the ground, his body had already disintegrated, turning into a mass of scattered fungal strands.
The next instant, another Sun Hang stood up behind the noblewoman, reaching out and seizing her slender neck.
"Madam, you seem a bit unfriendly," Sun Hang remarked.
Sun Hang’s five fingers clenched abruptly, and a crunching sound of bones breaking ca from the noblewoman’s neck.
But just as Sun Hang was about to snap her neck, the noblewoman’s head suddenly rotated 180 degrees like an owl, and that blood thread, finer than a hair, swept across in a fan-shaped arc.
Sun Hang’s expression froze, and a few seconds later, a blood thread appeared on his forehead, followed by a seepage of fine blood beads from the line.
The blood thread had cut open his entire skull cap.
The second Fungus Puppet collapsed as well.
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