hunt and eat

Chapter 515

I don't know how many times he escaped from the hands of the black Luosha in a near-death situation. Ceperos got under the monster's arm and stabbed the opponent's chest with his spear, but he couldn't even penetrate the skin completely.

That layer of hard muscle, which seems to have no extra carapace protection, is actually comparable to an alloy in defense, and even the armored dragon, which is famous for its defense, looks mediocre in comparison.

The dance of the two knives made a group of silver-blue glare, and Weizet continued to attack around the black Rakshasa.

But apart from countless small cracks scattered on the body surface, none of the cuts really hurt the monster, and even causing a shallow wound most of the time has already done everything possible.

Of course, it's not that Weizet didn't think of imitating what he did when he hit and hit by mistake before, by stimulating the thunder-attribute energy on the knife, so as to draw the remaining power from other monsters in the opponent's wound.

But the problem is that Black Rakshasa is not a fool, and he has stepped up his attention in this area since then, and will hardly give him any chance to get close to his back.

boom!
The big arm swung sideways, sweeping the surrounding ground nearly 360 degrees, and the black Rakshasa made a one-armed giant swing, blasting Cassius and Weizet all into the air.

Then he turned around abruptly and went straight to where the basement was.

It has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time!
With a simple acceleration, the simple house above was completely smashed, revealing the hidden entrance to the basement.

Of course, even though the size of the black Rakshasa is a bit "petite" compared to other monsters, this kind of passage is still not something it can enter.

Growling impatiently, the black Rakshasa punched the top of the basement several times in a row, hammering the ground into terrifying spider web patterns.

Soon, with a "click" sound, the stone surface was completely torn apart, revealing the terrified human faces below.

That was the villager of Tantan Village hiding in the basement.

Through the big hole opened by himself, his eyes swept back and forth across the room, and soon, the black Raksha stared at a certain corner, which was placed in a wooden box for an unknown number of years.

My whole body trembled unconsciously because of being too excited.

"Go away, bad guy!" Standing up from the receding crowd, the blond child who had been playing at the door, as if feeling no fear, grabbed a brick beside him and threw it out of the hole.

The mud bricks, which had become extremely fragile due to the passage of time, turned into torn apart mud flowers the moment they hit the big horn on the top of the black Raksha's head.

However, while the damage was minimal, this behavior definitely further enraged the monster.

So, in the next second, a terrifying and shocking roar rose from outside the cave, sending the boy at the other end flying.

"Hey~" The boy who had just died got up from the ground, tilted his head and thought for a while.

In the next second, facing the black Rakshasa who still hadn't finished roaring outside the cave, he also babbled unceremoniously.

His idea was simple.

You roar, then I roar too!
Who is afraid of whom? !
Although the volume was far inferior to that of the other party, in the eyes of the stunned villagers, there was an illusion that two lions were confronting each other and roaring.

Seeing the weak human cubs on the opposite side repeatedly provoking, of course, what is more important is that everything he wants is on the other side of the stone surface, the black Rakshasa no longer hesitates, and continuously swings his fists, with an aura that seems to tear everything apart , continuously bombarded the lower body.

In just a few breaths, the opening of the cave doubled in size again, and it seemed that the size was enough for monsters to pass through.

Almost all the villagers hiding in the basement were covered in despair.

Being in such a small space with such a ferocious monster seems to be doomed.

But some stubborn guys who are still working hard don't seem to agree with this.

"If you dare to turn your back on us, there must be a limit to your arrogance!" Amidst the shouts, Cassius charged forward with a spear, stabbing the unsuspecting black Rakshasa in the back with all his strength.

"[Yuguang Tongtian Lance]!"

The milky white glow enveloped the entire front half of the gun body. Accompanied by Cassius, who stepped forward and held the gun in both hands, he stabbed the gun head into the deep wound behind the monster that did not show any sign of improvement.

"Anyway, I'm Tong Hu's disciple!"

All the last qi in the body poured in, and in the next second, with Cassius and the black Rakshasa as the center, a violent explosion rose up, spreading out circle after circle of energy torrents.

Cassius covered in blood, like a tattered rag doll, suddenly flew more than ten meters, and fell into a pile of broken wooden wreckage.

"Pfft... vomit!" Cassius couldn't hold back the churning blood, rolled over, and began to vomit some too coquettish bright red blood when he turned sideways.

In the explosion just now, his right hand was scratched by the black Rakshasa's counterattack, and now he almost lost consciousness.

In terms of strength alone, this guy is more terrifying than the ancient dragons Cassius has ever seen.

God knows how such a small body can give birth to this level of strength.

However, now is not the time to pay attention to these anymore.

Raising his head with difficulty, Cassius looked at the black Rakshasa whose black fur was stained with blood as the thunder flashed from his back.

Under the attack just now, without accident, the strange lightning from the guy's wound was pulled out again, and he is now lying on the ground, screaming in pain.

"What kind of monster can actually leave such a huge amount of thunder attribute energy in the wound?"

In Cassius's mind, he integrated the shape of the wound, the attributes of lightning, and most importantly, the ability to defeat the quasi-natural disaster monster in front of him, and a figure of a legendary monster gradually emerged in his mind.

"Could it be Qi..."

Almost at the same time, taking advantage of the black Rakshasa's inability to move, Weizet rushed forward without hesitation.

With the full power of his true qi, each knife can leave bloody wounds on the monster whose defense has been inexplicably weakened, and even almost chopped off the latter's tail with one knife.

However, even so, the black Rakshasa, who quickly recovered from being paralyzed by lightning, still did not change his ferocious disposition. When he inserted his hands into the ground, he lifted up a whole stone slab, and smashed it heavily at the threat who was about to continue slashing around him. Zetter.

The scalp tingled for a while, and the latter rolled forward several times in a row, relying on the way of continuously changing directions, and managed to avoid the huge stone slab that was almost several meters square.

Just when the black Rakshasa was about to continue attacking, a rain of stones mixed with arrows hit it one after another.

Turning his head and looking to one side, the monster saw a group of villagers pouring out of the basement with weapons in hand.

"Your Excellency the two hunters, we are here to help!"

"Yes, yes, the hunters are here to protect us, and they are still shrinking at this time, are they still human?"

"Ren is also here to help..."

"My little ancestor, why are you here, go and go..."

Consciously or unintentionally, he didn't look at the little blond boy who was pushed back into the hole at the end, Cassius grinned and stood up slowly, clutching his right arm.

"Hahaha, Weizet, is this what it's like to be a hero?"

Casting a glance at this smug guy, Weizet shook his head involuntarily.

The corner of the mouth curled up involuntarily.

On the other side, seeing the group of vulnerable upright apes put on an attacking posture one by one, the desire to kill and destroy in Black Raksha's heart became stronger and stronger.

But soon, the thunder and lightning scorching heat from behind made it suddenly stop its forward steps.

As a powerful monster whose strength is close to natural disasters, the IQ of the black Rakshasa in front of him is no lower than that of humans.

And as a by-product of high IQ, it naturally knows how to restrain its own desires.

It was already seriously injured, and the injury on its back had recurred, even affecting its internal organs. It was no longer a good time to continue fighting.

However, after this attack, there should be very little electricity left in the wound.

At that time, none of the guys here can live!
Finally, he took a look at the basement behind everyone, and Cassius, who was almost half disabled, barely standing with his hands clasped. The black Rakshasa stood upright, roared to the sky, turned and left without any remembrance.

This scene stunned all humans, including Cassius and Weizet.

"That guy is very smart. He probably wants to wait until the discharge wound on his back is stabilized before dealing with us." Cassius said in a low mood, pouring cold water on the villagers who seemed to be preparing to celebrate.

In all fairness, the resilience of monsters is much stronger than that of humans.

Then, ignoring the bewildered others, he walked quickly to the old village chief standing at the door of the basement, and pointed to the rectangular wooden box in his arms.

"That guy came straight to the basement from the very beginning, probably because of the thing in your hand?"

The old village chief was silent for a while, his cloudy eyes glanced at Cassius, whose right arm was limp, half of his body covered in blood, and nodded with a sigh.

"The old man didn't expect that the tokens passed down from generation to generation in the village would attract monsters of this level."

Seriously, if he had known what was going on, he would definitely be the first to take the lead in throwing this treasure into the wild.

Compared with this kind of dead things, those villagers who he had seen growing up since childhood were the things that the old village head valued most.

Although he is old, his thinking is very open-minded.

"What the hell is this?" Weizet put the two knives back into his waist and asked with some doubts.

For the black Rakshasa to chase after him so persistently, it must be some precious treasure or medicinal material that can greatly improve combat effectiveness or life form, right?

Shaking his head, the village chief slowly opened the rusted lock on one side of the box with withered fingers.

Soon, a long strip of things appeared in front of their eyes.

"This is..." Looking at the blue unicorn bathed in thunder in the wooden box, Weizet turned his head in confusion.

It didn't matter that he didn't know what it was, someone must know anyway.

Sure enough, Cassius, with a face full of shock, unconsciously let go of the arm covering his arm, and slowly murmured:

"A unicorn's broken horn?!"

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(End of this chapter)