Chapter 156 Return to the Base

The wound under my ribs began to bleed again due to the intense exercise. The blood stained the knife with the sea water and became the fuel for my life. I fled and killed all the way, and eliminated many mirror copies.

The twisting passages of the ruins seemed endless. Just as I felt the oxygen in my lungs running out, my brain starting to feel dizzy from the blood loss and intense mental stress, and just as I was about to lose all my strength, a hint of difference finally appeared ahead!

It was no longer the twisted internal structure, but a relatively normal outline of a huge archway leading to the water outside! Although it was still shrouded by a faint, flowing illusory barrier, it was the exit!

I swam forward with all my strength and finally left the ruins.

Outside is the relatively open deep sea with darker light.

Although there were still dozens of "me"s following me, chasing me with those empty and weird smiles, I felt a little relieved - there were not so many smooth mirrors and polyhedrons outside the ruins, and no more "me"s would be reproduced.

The remaining ones, although still a bit tricky, can still be solved.

However, before I could be happy, I suddenly noticed another thing that made me want to cry.

The faint singing just now became clearer now, and the water flow seemed to have changed.

In the dark waters ahead, accompanied by the bewitching singing, several figures emerged and swam silently like ghosts.

Their upper bodies had stunning curves, covered in delicate scales that shimmered with pearls. Their long hair drifted in the water like seaweed, and their faces appeared hazy and beautiful in the dim light, fitting every fantasy about deep-sea elves—if they didn't open their mouths...

Just when I thought I would see cherry-like mouths or pearly teeth slightly opened, those beautiful faces suddenly opened their lips!

What was revealed was not the imagined scene of a siren singing, but a mouth full of densely packed fangs that were intertwined like sharks and flashed with a cold white light!

Their enormous mouths seemed capable of swallowing a basketball, and deep within their throats lay a heart-pounding darkness! Simultaneously, their previously hazy eyes instantly turned crimson and frenzied, filled with an unwavering greed for flesh and blood!

"Fuck—"

Although I am used to seeing mutated creatures and have killed many of them, this contrast still made me unable to help but blurt out a Chinese quintessence.

Fortunately, it was this horrifying scene that brought me back to my senses, which had been distracted by the singing.

It seems that the noise made by the fight with the shadows in the ruins just now alarmed these

Unfortunately, these "deep-sea singers" were clearly not here for a concert. Their crimson eyes were fixed on me—or rather, on the wounds on my body that were still bleeding! Their enchanting singing suddenly became sharp and rapid, with a frantic rhythm that urged prey to sacrifice.

Their long, powerful tails swung violently, like arrows shot from a bow, driving the water. Their sharp claws flashed with a cold light as they pounced straight at me! Their speed was incredibly fast, and coupled with that spiritually polluting song, it was a double blow of physical and mental damage!

Behind me, the remaining army of mirror copies also chased out, their hollow eyes locked on me. Mermen blocking the way in front, mirror copies demanding my life from behind, I was caught in the middle, my wounds sizzling with blood.

The situation doesn't look good, but fortunately I have plenty of strength and means!

I kicked my legs hard, mobilized my strength, and launched the "fear projection".

Sure enough, as I guessed, mermaids are intelligent mutants, possibly residents of the coastal areas before the apocalypse, and fear projection is effective on them.

But the mirror image is not so easy to fool.

But as for the mirror image, if it can be copied in the ruins, I can copy it too. The reason why I don’t copy the mirror image in the ruins is because there are remnants of unpurified Gali power in it. I’m not sure whether the things copied in it can be used by me.

But now I am no longer in the ruins, so the shadow I copied can naturally be used by me.

Thinking of this, I took out my lens and copied several shadows identical to mine and mixed them into the shadow army. Then I controlled one of them to attack the mermaid army.

Sure enough, although the mermaid had some intelligence, it was not much, and she was fooled on the spot, swinging her tail quickly and rushing towards the mirror images.

And I, of course, took the opportunity to escape.

Mirror Jump returns to one of the previously set anchor points.

After leaving the water, I leaned against a rock and took a long breath.

The continued blood loss made me feel a little dizzy, so I took out the oilcloth bag and injected an injection.

"Hiss..." The cold liquid injected into the body brought a brief stinging pain, followed by a stronger feeling of dizziness.

I shook my head, took out my compressed rations and ate a few mouthfuls, then used "Mirror Jump" again to return to the base.

As soon as my body hit the ground, the intense pain and strong dizziness caused by blood loss hit me like a tide, almost drowning me in an instant.

I groaned as my back slammed heavily against the cold metal wall, barely managing to hold myself together and not collapse to the ground.

The knife wound, soaked in the icy seawater, burned like a red-hot iron, even morphine couldn't suppress it. Every sharp gasp pulled at the wound, bringing on waves of suffocating spasms. I could feel the warm blood oozing out and trickling down my diving suit.

I ripped off the mask and took a few quick breaths of air without the smell of rubber. The icy air pierced my throat, causing a sharp pain. My vision went black, my ears buzzed, and my stomach churned.

Although my recovery ability has improved after evolution, the bleeding still needs to be stopped. After all, I am not a real god now, and I will still die if I lose too much blood.

I gritted my teeth and slowly removed my heavy, seawater-soaked diving gear. Every movement ripped at my wounds, causing me to black out in pain and break out in a cold sweat.

The oxygen cylinder hit the ground with a clang, making a harsh sound in the silent corridor.

Finally stripping off my obstructive outer layer, I was left with only a close-fitting, blood-stained garment. Trembling, I untied the strip of cloth I'd ripped from my wetsuit, a makeshift tourniquet. The blood-soaked cloth clung to my flesh, and the excruciating pain of ripping it apart nearly gnashed my teeth, forcing me to let out a stifled groan.

Although I can also make my pain feel imaginary and get temporary pain relief, real pain can help me confirm my injuries better. Without complete protection, losing the sense of pain is actually dangerous.

The wound, exposed to the cold air, looked hideous, blood still seeping out slowly, leaving scarlet marks on the skin.

I struggled to stand up and walked towards the gate of the stronghold step by step.