Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I squatted down in front of the rock and inserted the arrow of the crossbow into the turf. The ground had fought earlier, and the soil became sparse after being trampled on and dug out. Large blood stains dried up and formed into purple-black hard lumps mixed in the soil. Some parts that had fallen off the flesh were also found. I usually feel sick even killing chicken and cutting fish, but now I have to hold back the irritability and pull them away one by one.

Spent a lot of time, according to the memory of playing sand piles when he was a child, inserted twelve arrows, and then stepped on the soil with his feet, which became a simple trap. Perhaps in the eyes of the discerning person, even the trap is not worth mentioning, but the opponent is a blind man, and he doesn't have many tools at hand, so he can only do it.

At this moment, the monster calmed down again, listening to the wind, making a scent, and once again relying on strong instincts to find prey.

I can feel that the wind is about to change.

The monster's body gradually turned to Fujiang, and her charred body was at a disadvantage. At such a long distance, Fu Jiang was like a shadow of a lying rock. I couldn't see Fu Jiang's expression at all. She was motionless at this time, or, even if she wanted to escape, she had no ability to act.

I did not dare to neglect, picked up the crossbow and shot arrows at the monster. Then noticed the strange feeling that had appeared before. When shooting, there is no need to aim, just like the quasi-centre has been lurking in the body and has become an instinct.

The wind blowing, the shaking of the shadows, the distance between each other, the actions of the other side, all these are turned into fuzzy data, which is calculated in an instant and reflected in my heart.

This was before arriving at Doomsday Realm, no, further, it was not before taking Greystone.

Maybe Fu Jiang is right, I am more talented in shooting than melee combat with an axe.

This sudden talent saved our lives.

Arrows sharply inserted into the monster's thigh.

The vital part.

I can't see clearly, but at the moment when the monster screamed, he couldn't help laughing.

"Here! I am here!"

The monster jumped like thunder, and once again I got crazy. Its temper and patience are not as good as I had originally estimated. Perhaps in the building, the strong body, silent action and discharge instincts will make it a terrible killer, but on the open grass, it is more like a grumpy boor.

Even so, I believe it can remember the sound of constantly playing around with it.

It rushed over as expected. I turned back to the rock and climbed up. When I climbed to the top, the arrow inserted on the ground broke the sound. The heavy body was unstable and hit the rock. Its long corner pushed the rock face out of a hole. The tremendous impact shocked the rock and almost shocked me.

I tried to stabilize my body and gave it a few arrows. The arrow is like hanging on that tough skin, the monster is hurting and falls when it struggles. The next moment brought exciting excitement.

Clicked, the long corner was broken, and the first half was still stuck in the rock.

Is totally unexpected.

The monster's face showed obvious pain, and the **** facial features were wrinkled together, and it turned to escape.

I threw away the crossbow, took out the revolver and gave it a shot in the head.

This is the most important part of the plan. When the gunshots sounded, I prayed in my heart that luck could stand beside me again.

Is indeed on my side.

The monster was just hit hard, and after eating the last bullet, his head began to faint.

It shook his head fiercely and hit the rock again. Sideways, it was the side where the axe was embedded that hit the rock.

Then, his head almost fell.

Was cut off by the axe under the reaction force.

There is probably only one layer of skin attached, and the trachea is definitely cut off.

A lot of blood was sprayed on the rocks. The body of the monster kept twitching.

Quietly watched all this happen as expected, and the last trace of strength was taken away when the lifted heart fell. As if I had rickets, I slid off the top of the rock and spit out the muddy air against the stone surface. My brain seemed to be solidified, and I couldn't think any more.

After about thirty seconds, I stood up and walked out of the rock.

The monster is lying in the pool of blood. Although it is no longer possible to scream and act, it will not be completely dead at one and a half.

Remembering the situation when dealing with ghost dogs, I called for the diamond mark.

"Information."

Knowledge is deep in my mind.

Name: Horn Monster

Species: Monster

Capability: discharge

Evaluation: C

State: dying

It is only effective when the opponent has no resistance.

This horn monster is one level higher than the ghost dog, and has an additional discharge ability in the description. It is confusing that the ghost dog's invisibility does not seem to be counted in the "ability" column. Is this related to the distinction between the two species?

There is a lesson from the ghost dog, I am not surprised by its vitality.

I kicked it hard, confirmed that it was unable to resist, stepped on its body, pulled out the axe, stomped its head severely, and then cut open its belly.

It's heart is also in the chest, but it doesn't look like a "heart" in common sense, but a big gray crystal of walnut. Numerous ribs attached to it, beating slightly.

The crystal is polyhedral, but irregular.

Looks a lot like gray stone.

I extended my left hand and started to make graystone.

'S body turned into gray fog in the blink of an eye, driven by invisible power to form a spiral, and drilled into the gray crystal. When the gray fog disappeared completely, the gray crystals seemed to be bigger.

This is the largest limestone obtained so far.

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After the horn monster was silent, the violent impact of the iron gate that had been used to suddenly became suddenly abrupt, adding to the quietness of the night.

Once again, quiet nights breed unrest. It lurks behind trees in the distance, at the bottom of the chaotic lawn, where it is covered by shadows and cannot be seen.

哐 当.

Any metal objects hit the ground.

I looked around in amazement, and found nothing, but the sway of the grass cluttered and the rustling sound was not just the sound of wind.

I picked up the crossbow and ran towards Fujiang. The strange friction sound increased rapidly. When I hooked Fu Jiang's arm and dragged her towards the building, those horrible voices became dense, and seemed to be everywhere.

The sound of the body has not yet appeared, but it is more frightening than the horn monster.

I bent down and picked up Fujiang like a princess. I ’m not sure I can hold her in peacetime, she is much heavier than I thought, I also spent a lot of energy in the battle with the horn monster, but under the threat of unknown creatures, I even hugged her three In two steps, he climbed the stairs, rushed into the stronghold, and locked the door securely.

I placed Fu Jiang on the ground and pushed all the furniture I could find behind the door.

In a closed environment, I felt a little relieved.

"What is it?"

Asked Fu Jiang in a dark, moaning way.

"Not seen."

"If you block the door, you can only escape from the window."

"Everywhere, there is no way to escape."

"It's a terrible night." Fu Jiang said this, and fell silent.

I can only hold a wry smile. Then, the gray stone made of horn monster was stuffed into her mouth.

"Get well soon, Fujiang."