Chapter 797 - 671: Liyun

"WTF..."

At this moment, Don Juan and others saw the slum scene outside the corridor, walked forward with backpacks, and stared dumbfounded at the familiar buildings they had seen only hours ago.

"No, this is not the slum. There’s no overhead piping, no lighting or weather control system, just replicas of slum buildings."

Maxwell was the first to react, putting on a monocle, whose frame extended forward and folded into a telescope structure, "Moreover, the reflection spectrum characteristics of different buildings are almost completely identical."

Glass, aluminum alloy, granite, concrete, ceramic tiles, etc. have distinctly different reflection capacities, reflection patterns, and polarization traits within visible light and near-infrared bands,

but the spectral curves visible in the glasses showed almost no fluctuation. It proved that those colorful buildings were actually of the same material.

"The soil is different too."

Divine Era Rain Prayer squatted silently, using a meat cutting knife to dig some soil, "The slum soil is loam, with sand, silt, and clay each accounting for thirty percent.

Whereas here, the clay content exceeds 50%, with tiny soil pores."

Li Cheng stepped out from the doorway, turning back to see the door at the corridor’s end embedded within the mountainside, with the interior dormitory and the void outside it having a space capacity much larger than the mountain.

And the door’s surface is decorated with foam glue material as fake mountain camouflage.

"Space distortion..."

Li Cheng rubbed his chin; this is a naturally formed node with spatial anomaly distortion that Zhu Youdong or other explorers discovered,

but they seemed unaware of the meaning behind the slum, merely adding some camouflage, treating it as some emergency passage or safe house.

Li Cheng returned to the corridor, first packing up Zhu Youdong’s remains and the books in the room, then leaving a base station that can automatically send signals, after which he called everyone to step into the slum’s replica.

"...Truly eerie."

Walking on the slum street, Mei Wenyi couldn’t help but rub his shoulders; all around it was dead silent, without the ubiquitous broadcast speakers, without the incessantly flashing neon lights, instead making one feel uncomfortable.

"It’s all fake, only the outer walls, no interior decor, tables and chairs, or functional equipment."

Maxwell paused for a moment and used a silencer handgun to shoot at the fire hydrant on the roadside.

Thud.

The bullet directly pierced through the hydrant, but instead of water, only a small amount of sand flowed out.

He continued shooting at random; the display windows, drink vending machines, advertisement signboards were all made of composite materials, with strength roughly between C20—C30,

which is from plain concrete to reinforced concrete.

Suitable for constructing low-height buildings, but not for super high-rise buildings or large-span bridges.

"No wonder the Golden Summit Building’s height seems off to me."

Gouchen squinted his eyes; the Golden Summit Building is the landmark building of the slum, standing 650 meters tall, housing giants like JPMorgan Chase, Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs, UBS, among others.

But here, due to inadequate concrete strength, the building’s floor height is greatly reduced, looking flat, almost like a wide-bodied Putin.

"Sss, sss."

Don Juan approached and sniffed the wall brick material, pondering, "There’s a composite aroma of wood, soil, musk, and ambergris."

"Uh, I’d advise you not to get so close."

Li Cheng held Zhu Youdong’s notebook, flipping to the relevant page.

[Unknown building complex: About a year and a half ago, in the 507th year of the Broken Land, August, this place originally was barren wilderness suddenly saw hundreds of Horror Maggot Beasts coming, reproducing and residing, using their abilities, consuming soil, kneading it into bricks, building complex constructions. The reason is unknown, possibly related to the earthquake affecting the entire Broken Land. Further investigation is needed.]

The words "Horror Maggot Beast" were followed by an annotation; it’s a huge invertebrate animal, resembling a maggot on the outside, its body surface covered in mucus and accessory organs,

but surprisingly docile in temperament, feeding on soil, rarely attacking humans.

Some forces would even actively tame the Horror Maggot Beasts, using their ability to consume soil and spit out bricks to build houses.

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.

From the front and back streets drifted shadows; they were several pink, hairless creatures with volumes larger than African elephants, resembling a fusion between water bears and maggots,

Their bodies are plump, utilizing air sacs to float in mid-air, occasionally spraying air from the ten pairs of appendages on their back and base to maintain balance.

Two rows of eyes are distributed atop the head and on the sides of the body, swirling around. The front mouth is round, used to suck up soil.

The notebook described these "Horror Maggot Beasts" as gentle-natured, adorably ugly.

But these few were clearly abnormal, their round mouths continuously dripping saliva mixed with blood streaks, their eyes scanning back and forth among the people as if sizing up fresh meat.

Swoosh—

Several Horror Maggot Beasts inhaled simultaneously, suddenly spewing thousands of pea-sized particles.

Every particle is an explosive, helping the Horror Maggot Beasts blast solid rocks into swallowable smaller stones.

Boom!

The explosion shockwave shattered the fake glass of several streets, and amidst the flames, the players still stood firm.

Gouchen stood sideways at the forefront, his White Fox Fur fluttering in the hot wind, his sharp sword reflecting his stern eyes, and he asked without turning his head: "Should we kill them all?"

Li Cheng casually put one hand in his pocket and said, "Leave one or two for me, I want to use them for experiments."

"Alright."

Gouchen’s black boots scraped the ground, his knees slightly bent, and he instantly crossed the entire street, appearing among the Horror Maggot Beasts.

The sword’s edge sliced through the thick skin covered in slime, seemingly causing only flesh wounds. But after a brief pause, the Sword Qi left in the wounds suddenly surged, splitting the tough tendons.

Splatter!

High-pressure gas propelled green blood to gush out, mixed with the stomach’s stinking gastric juices and a lot of sand.

The black boots stepped on the Horror Maggot Beasts, and Gouchen maneuvered skillfully, avoiding all filth.

The Horror Maggot Beasts hadn’t disabled friendly fire, turning their mouths and blasting out explosive rain.

The Killing Field Players’ most commonly used Shield Scrolls were designed for single high-power attacks, insufficient for this kind of high-frequency and substantial bombardment.

"Surprise Wind·Flying Sand and Stones."

Gouchen released his grip, held the sword hilt above his head. The sword body rotated rapidly, stirring a storm that scattered the shower of bullets, hitting back at those few Horror Maggot Beasts.

Green blood rain poured down, and more Horror Maggot Beasts came from the high sky, dropping explosive particles like bombers.

"Such a Level 8 Strong Wind."

Don Juan praised, unwilling to stand by, also stepping forward, "I’ll assist you!"

He took a deep breath, his chest filling and expanding the superhero costume, singing loudly, "Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma!"

This is the final tenor aria of the classic opera "Turandot,"

(not the domestic colossal flop "Turandot: The Origin of the Magic Spell" allegedly invested with three billion.)

The tenor’s voice was powerful and deep, the visible sound waves swept across the ground, shattering roads, collapsing buildings, besides detonating explosive particles in the air,

the sound waves also triggered resonance within several diving Horror Maggot Beasts, their insides bursting like balloons.

"Wow, sang pretty well."

Li Cheng was surprised, and Mei Wenyi explained: "Mr. Don Juan, in another identity in the real world, is a singer on Manhattan Broadway."

Don Juan’s Power System is based on mutant gene sound wave superpowers, logically speaking, superpowers have high upper limits and low lower limits,

The top Omega superpower users can move mountains and seas, control entropy increase and decrease.

The weakest Epsilon superpower users not only have fragile abilities but bizarre appearances, hard to integrate into society.

Between levels, there is a lack of clear and definite methods for cultivation and advancement.

Therefore, in the killing field, there are few superpower experts, even those who actively accept mutant genes often regard them as a kind of auxiliary means.

Such as Wolverine gene plus Magic Skill, to offset the side effects of Magic Skill causing qi deviation and meridian rupture.

Don Juan’s initial level was only Gamma Level, corresponding to Beast and Nightcrawler from "X-Men," but he had better luck, practicing Lion Roar Technique alongside a Cultivation Technique named [Heart Sound Hymn],

able to amplify sound wave superpowers through singing techniques.

For this, he specially sought out famous teachers, devotedly learning, performing at the opera house by day and singing at bars by night, and making vlog programs for online music reviews after returning home.

He still went to university for music classes every week.

"Even without superpowers, Mr. Don Juan is a first-rate singer."

Mei Wenyi paused for a moment, with a slightly complex tone: "Several of my junior classmates—whom I got to know as idol trainees—had applied for vocal classes of Mr. Don Juan at Berklee College of Music, but unfortunately, it was too popular, couldn’t get in."

"Berklee College of Music..."

Li Cheng nodded, "Oh, I get it, Wang ○’s school."

"Don’t mention that guy!"

Don Juan staggered a bit, almost tripping, hurriedly canceled his superpowers, awkwardly saying: "Mr. Wang ○ studied Professional Music at my school,

which involves modules including composition, arranging, production, and music business.

He’s quite gifted in music production and music business operations..."

As one of Berklee’s vocal professors and board members, Don Juan actually considered offering some money to persuade him to transfer from Berklee College to the adjacent Berkeley Group College...