Now, Lin Qingliu has two guesses about this issue.
Either this thing is the corpse-like substance underground, or... it is mycelium.
When communicating with Wan Juan for the first time, the other party had already said that this was a planet highly similar to the human home planet, so it was difficult to detect anything wrong in terms of gravity and other aspects.
This is also the reason why Lin Qingliu did not confirm his true location until some time ago.
There are weak life reactions on this planet, which means that basic life forms existed here before humans arrived on this planet.
So what exactly is this life form?
Could it be that they got access to the gene bank and started creating mycelium that could assimilate everything into alien beasts?
Or was it the paste-like substance that made me feel uncomfortable while I was diving underground?
Lin Qingliu has no further speculation on this issue for the time being.
This was one of the tasks he was going to assign to Fran. The Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult needed to grow stronger and become his eyes and ears, gathering intelligence on a wider range outside the city for him.
But Fran doesn't know all this now, she is busy preparing for the next beast tide.
Lin Qingliu thought for a moment and once again hung a closed sign on his clinic.
Compared to saving humanity, things like doing business can indeed be put aside for the time being.
Lin Qingliu walked into the house and rummaged through the drawers, trying to find a suitable container.
After searching for a long time, he finally set his sights on the nutrient tank containing Luke's arm.
Thinking of El's description of Luke's current abilities, Lin Qingliu scratched his hair in a rare moment of confusion...
"Since you already have a new arm, why don't you just..."
Soon, Lin Qingliu used his [Distortion] ability to extract the corresponding gene from Luke's severed arm, and used his ability to preserve it.
If that dull-witted fellow ever needs to have his arm reattached, Lin Qingliu will grow him a new one on the spot.
Anyway, the old one still has the scar from removing the controller, so there's nothing wrong in exchanging the old one for a new one.
If my ability in the [Flesh and Blood] pathway could be further improved by then, then maybe I could even save myself the trouble of surgery.
After confirming that the genes had been preserved, Lin Qingliu put a finger into the can of nutrient solution.
The illusory and invisible valve opened, and life force began to be violently sucked in.
After just a few seconds, all that was left in the jar was a pool of sticky jelly and a complete skeleton arm.
The bones were no longer as full as they were at the beginning, and were covered with tiny and dense sponge-like holes, as if they would shatter if squeezed hard.
Since the files had already been saved, Lin Qingliu naturally had no attachment to these things and soon made these things classified as garbage disappear completely.
Just like that, Lin Qingliu got a brand new, empty glass jar.
He grabbed the glass jar and disappeared into the room again.
With the experience from last time, the underground world was not all dark and gloomy for Lin Qingliu.
Just like the places visited in the game were no longer shrouded in fog, with the coordination of his abilities, Lin Qingliu reached a depth of nearly 200 meters underground in just a dozen seconds.
At the same time, he slightly released the restrictions on his dimensional displacement ability and once again felt that slightly sticky touch.
This kind of substance, which is obviously not a good thing, is naturally not safe to collect with your hands.
After filling the glass jar, Lin Qingliu returned to the underground passage under the clinic after a few jumps.
Soon he placed the bottle of mysterious substance in an abandoned storage room under the institute.
Then, he took out his communicator and contacted Mr. Ji, a young researcher who had been very quiet recently:
"Help me test the composition of the substance. The sample is in storage No. 2."
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While Lin Qingliu was collecting samples, he also hoped that the defense battle outside the city would be fully launched.
When all the strange beasts in the mountains rushed towards the city wall, Fran was busy spraying the last bit of bright red paint on herself and her companions.
This red spray paint is essential for friendly force identification and is extremely precious. Fran doesn't want to leave even a single drop.
Now, they have transformed into five mysterious blood-red creatures that look like furry tennis balls that have just been fished out of a paint bucket.
The beast tide's desperate charge was extremely fast, and with the sounds of trampling, breaking, and collapsing, the camp built with bones by the strange beasts of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult was soon trampled into ruins.
In an instant, several strange beasts whose consciousness was awakened by Fran felt a different kind of anger for the first time.
Different from the bloodthirstiness that comes from savagery, and different from the inexplicable hostility towards humans under the control of mycelium, this anger comes from the severed rationality, and from the pain that pierces the soul when the things created by one's own hands are destroyed.
Regarding this matter, Fran didn't have much understanding -
After seeing buildings that were countless times more majestic than piles of bones, this design that was comparable to a garbage dump actually did not cause any ripples in her heart.
Rather, it is better to say that demolition has a more broken artistic feel...
But Fran felt something from the anger of her subordinates, like... a kind of support that made the connection between the two sides more stable, which relieved her of the pressure of maintaining a small-scale biological field.
If I can continue to create this kind of emotional fluctuations that come from rationality and thinking, can I maintain the connection between two or even multiple parties at a lower cost?
Furthermore, can the energy saved be used to attract more exotic beasts into one's team?
Thinking of this, Fran's eyes suddenly lit up.
This battle is undoubtedly the best opportunity for me to make further breakthroughs, but the question is how to use it?
Looking at the monsters that were still charging violently, Fran suddenly realized one thing - she had to make a decision quickly, otherwise her team would be turned into powder like the camp under the iron hooves of the monsters.
Soon, she turned around and pointed in the direction of the city wall:
"We will charge too, and take the lead."
Seeing the confused looks from her subordinates, Fran explained helplessly:
"If you don't charge, you'll be trampled to death."
The strange beasts quickly acted according to the order. In a very short time, the five furry blood-red strange beasts became the guides for the many strange beasts behind them.
This scene was seen by the defenders on the city wall. In a very short period of time, surprise, indignation and relief appeared on their faces.
Just as everyone was in a state of mixed emotions, the familiar banner-shaped phantom appeared again, with a few simple words written on it:
"Mark the location where your firepower is heaviest."
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