Chen Gen could even smell the rotten stench on them, mingled with blood and earth.
He steeled himself.
Turned around.
Raised the Flesh-and-Blood Submachine Gun.
And pulled the trigger at the nearest Entwined Crowd.
Bang bang bang bang bang...!
Flesh-and-blood bullets poured out.
The Entwined Crowd staggered back under the barrage.
But that was all it did-stagger back.
The Flesh-and-Blood Submachine Gun's bullets had almost no penetrating power against its body. They lodged directly in the surface of their bodies, then... were assimilated.
Those bullets became part of their bodies.
Fuck! Like drops of water merging into the sea?
Seeing the result, Chen Gen's heart went cold.
I'm done for.
The Entwined Crowd, dazed by the gunfire, looked down at the extra "flesh-and-blood bullets" on its body, then raised its heads. All dozen or so heads on its body smiled at once.
It was a very eerie smile.
A dozen different faces stretched their mouths open at once, bared their teeth at once, and laughed at once.
"Hee hee hee..."
It realized that this submachine gun was no weapon of destruction as far as it was concerned.
So it stopped dodging.
And charged straight at him.
The fifteen or twenty hands on its body spread open together, densely packed into a blooming flower of death made of arms.
Those palms reached rapidly for Chen Gen, every finger curling slightly into a grasping position.
They were about to catch him.
Chen Gen was scared out of his wits.
He opened his mouth and roared with all his strength, "Yang Yong...!"
The rest was probably a curse, but he never got the chance to shout it.
He had meant to give Yang Yong a good cursing.
But he had never expected an answer.
"Here I am."
A low reply rang out right