Sun Hang had just finished speaking when an engineer with his head down slowly walked over. Just as he brushed past Song Yarong, he suddenly spun around and lunged at her!
It was also at this mont that Sun Hang felt the highly intense mitic aura emanating from his body!
This engineer transford from a completely normal human into a fiercely powerful mysterious creature in less than 0.1 seconds!
The engineer imdiately knocked Song Yarong to the ground, gripping her neck tightly with both hands!
He moved his face close to Song Yarong, as if he were about to kiss her, but instead, his mouth had split up to his ears, and a tentacle as thick as an arm, lined with sharp teeth, replaced his tongue, reaching out from his throat straight towards Song Yarong’s face.
Although Song Yarong was a Mysterious Creature Hunter, she was not really a combat personnel. Her fighting skills and reaction speed couldn’t compare to those elite hunters who constantly battled mysterious creatures—after being knocked down by the mitic engineer, she could only struggle instinctively, trying to push him off her.
What surprised her was that the strength coming from this mitic engineer was even more terrifying than soone with the Taishui mimicry!
His knee was firmly pressed against Song Yarong’s abdon, his elbows flared outward pressing down her arms, while his hands were gripping her neck, choking her fiercely.
If Song Yarong weren’t infected with the Taishui mimicry, her neck would have likely been snapped already.
There wouldn’t even be a chance to suffocate.
Feeling the overwhelming scent of blood rushing at her, Song Yarong kicked upwards with all her might—her feet were the only parts of her body she could move now, delivering powerful kicks continuously to the mitic engineer’s groin... Yet he seed completely unfazed.
After the engineer turned into a mysterious creature, even the physiological weaknesses exclusive to males seed to disappear.
"Don’t move! Tilt your head back and touch the ground!" Sun Hang’s voice ca from the side, and Song Yarong hesitated not, complying imdiately.
A gust of wind swept by, and the head no less than five centiters from Song Yarong vanished from her sight, while the toothy tentacle that had already touched her face left deep and shallow scratches on it.
Fortunately, with the recovery ability of the Taishui mimicry, these minor injuries wouldn’t leave a mark—if it weren’t for the high-tech prosthetic eye providing so much convenience in research, Song Yarong could even regrow her missing eye.
With the sudden relief of pressure, Song Yarong realized it was Sun Hang who had kicked and broken the neck of the mitic engineer, sending the head with the long tentacle flying away, landing heavily on the frozen ground with a dull thud.
"Still not dead?"
Sun Hang frowned, and they watched as the headless mysterious creature began to transform again—its entire upper body split open to form a gigantic mouth filled with sharp teeth, then it bent down to swallow Song Yarong’s whole head!!
Before the large mouth could close, the mysterious creature’s movents froze in place.
Tens of millions of mycelia had pierced through its body, draining it of all its mitic energy!
"A nauseating sll of decay..." Sun Hang briefly comnted on the "food" just ingested, then retracted the mycelia.
The empty shell stripped of its mimicry turned into a pool of pulp and blood, splashing across Song Yarong’s body.
The not-so-cheap down jacket was imdiately corroded with holes by the pulp and blood, exposing the white goose down inside, which sizzled on contact with the pulp, and a foul stench of charred protein quickly filled the air.
Fortunately, the combat uniform Song Yarong wore underneath was highly resistant to corrosion and water. The viscous pulp quickly turned into tiny round droplets upon contact with the uniform, rolling off to the sides.
"Still alive?" Sun Hang pulled Song Yarong to her feet.
"...Alive." Song Yarong nodded, trying to steady her rapid breathing.
The area had already gone into a lockdown, with soldiers and operatives responsible for the security rushing in, pointing their guns at the researchers and engineers who hadn’t processed what had just happened.
"Put the guns down!" Sun Hang shouted loudly.
Awkwardly, the soldiers did not comply with Sun Hang’s orders.
"Put the... cough... put the guns down!!" Song Yarong repeated Sun Hang’s command.
The soldiers hesitated but eventually lowered their weapons.
Song Yarong understood why Sun Hang wanted them to lower their guns—since Chira 17 could transform an engineer into a mysterious creature, it could just as easily turn a soldier into one. If even one soldier was affected and started shooting at this group of researchers and engineers... the PFDA developnt progress would instantly regress significantly... Especially those valuable technicians, it would be almost impossible to select and cultivate another batch in the little remaining ti.
These people were treasures... in other words, their lives were extrely valuable.
"Execute ergency protocol number three, everyone return to the research headquarters imdiately. Also, notify the headquarters to conduct the most comprehensive and detailed physical examination on all project team mbers!" Song Yarong said.
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