The laboratory suddenly shook violently, and when Chen Yao pushed open the explosion-proof door, a sweet and fishy smell of rust came in.

The symbiotic bacteria on her combat uniform were synchronously replicating cracks in the defense network of the entire base, and seventeen flashing red dots suddenly appeared on her left shoulder.

"Mutants disguised as medical staff appeared at the southeast corner sewage outlet!"

Mou Xuan pulled off the silver-blue mycelium from around his neck, and the sticky threads condensed into a three-dimensional tactical map in the air.

He ran his index finger across a moving red dot, and the mycelium suddenly emitted a sharp buzzing sound - the red dot was synchronously replicating thirty-seven mirror signals.

"Feint to the east and attack in the west." He pressed the mycelium into Engineer Jiang's trembling hand. The starry sky scratches on the researcher's white coat suddenly began to flow in the opposite direction. "The leader is teaching them to use human interference tactics."

A familiar nuclear alarm suddenly sounded outside the defense wall.

Engineer Qin swung the modified microwave oven and smashed it at the alarm. The mycelium-wrapped barrel suddenly turned on its own and shot an electromagnetic pulse wave towards a wriggling shadow in the ventilation duct.

The exploding slime formed an afterimage of countdown numbers in the air, which precisely overlapped with the bloody count on the weapon screen.

"Report! The medical station in Zone B is..." The signalman's voice was suddenly mixed with a strange waltz melody, and Chen Yao's scalpel had already been inserted into the communicator casing.

Memory fragments emerging from the mucus showed that three minutes ago a group of "wounded" were being carried to the core power room on stretchers.

A cross-section of the nuclear power plant's cooling tower suddenly appeared on the biological display screen on Mou Xuan's clavicle, and a flashing green dot was jumping regularly at the magma chamber at the bottom of the tower.

He tore off Chen Yao's hemostatic bandage and pressed the bleeding gauze onto the tactical tablet. The mycelium immediately converted the hemoglobin into a radiation simulation signal.

"They learn too fast." Black mucus was oozing out of Jiang Gong's white coat, and the star coordinates were reconstructed on the corrupted fabric to create the tide data for the day of the total lunar eclipse.

Engineer Qin suddenly inserted the electromagnetic gun into the culture chamber. The silver-blue hyphae climbed up the barrel of the gun and onto his throbbing arms, leaving a blueprint for weapon improvements on the surface of his skin.

Suddenly all the alarms stopped.

Mou Xuan raised his hand to catch the metal fragment falling from the vent. The fluorescent mucus on it was slowly spelling out the word "gift".

Chen Yao suddenly pulled him to the right. The ground where they were standing suddenly collapsed, and a countdown model made of mutant creature skeletons rose from the pit.

"Seventy-one hours later..." Qin Gong's voice was cut off by the sudden air defense alarm outside the defense wall.

All surveillance footage suddenly began to loop the nuclear power plant completion ceremony seven years ago. In the shot of a leader cutting the ribbon, the silhouette of the mutant leader was hiding in the third-to-last row of the crowd.

Mou Xuan suddenly stabbed the scalpel into his palm, and the gushing blood was sucked by the mycelium into countless miniature defensive fortification models.

When the sewage pipe of a certain model suddenly burst, Chen Yao had already stuffed the encrypted communicator into the ventilation duct - amid the roars of the mutant creatures' feint attack, the vibration of heavy machinery crushing concrete could be faintly heard.

The searchlights in the southwest corner suddenly turned collectively, and the beams of light intertwined in the thick fog to form the phantom of a cooling tower.

Mou Xuan pulled off Shen Yao's tactical gloves and pressed the alarm. The green light of biometric authentication swept across, and the corpses of all the mutant creatures suddenly began to sing "Ode to Joy" in chorus.

"It's time to change the background music." He wiped the blood stains on the display screen on his clavicle. A vibration frequency buried deep underground was being transmitted to his temples through the mycelial nerve network.

When the cracks in the first line of defense lit up with blue light, the symbiotic bacteria suddenly projected a three-dimensional perspective of the base's energy core onto his retina - there were thirty-seven red dots flashing synchronously.