In De Rosso's eyes, that figure was still so beautiful.

She has a marble-like body, and her smooth muscles seem to have been polished countless times, with indescribably smooth curves, fitting all parts of her body.

This gives her body an almost perfect proportion, as if it has been measured with extreme finesse to outline such a toned and slender body.

The skin is not as fair as that of ordinary women, but closer to bronz, showing just the right amount of masculinity.

And at this moment, the appearance of her holding a knife and a gun made her temperament bring an indescribable heroism, like a goddess who was only born for battle, and was subduing the monster that was the party under her feet.

It can only be said that those who engage in art deserve to engage in art.

De Rosso has a pair of eyes that find beauty, which gives Yanagihara's scene of hunting snow worms a fabulous epic sense in his eyes.

So he almost forgot about the danger, and even looked a little fascinated.

It is believed that if he had paint and paper at hand at this time, he would definitely start creating immediately, and he would have thought about anything he wanted to paint.

The battle between the goddess and the demon serpent.

This kind of poetic fantasy theme always carries a different kind of romance, doesn't it?

But for the other three hirers on the same snowmobile, they didn't have that much to think about.

At this time, they just stared blankly at the scene in front of them, watching this battle they had never imagined.

The battle between humans and "monsters".

There was no artillery fire, no coordination, no tactics, only the most direct fighting.

Yes, they did not even imagine that humans could fight like this with "monsters".

There is no encirclement of hundreds of people, no blows from heavy weapons, only flesh and blood flying.

The overcoated figure resembled a female leopard, vigorous and ferocious, running across the backs of snow worms and splattering slime.

The blade in his hand left wound after wound on the worm's body, and each time the thick pistol fired, the worm let out a mournful roar.

Hunter, in that woman, there seems to be only one word that mercenaries can think of.

She is different from ordinary people, because ordinary people are just resisting the hunting of wild beasts, while she is hunting wild beasts, even "monsters".

"Bang!" The body of the snow worm once again crashed into the rock wall next to the canyon, as if it wanted to drive the "ants" off its back in this way.

But Yanagihara was clearly not going to let it get its way.

"Is that the only way?"

She laughed and muttered to herself, dodging the falling rubble on the back of the snow worm as if she were walking on the ground.

Suddenly, her foot seemed to step on something, and then, she stopped, and said with a hideous smile.

"Found it."

What did you find?

Nature is the way to kill this worm.

As a link creature with a relatively simple organ structure, the snow worm is actually very difficult to kill, and sometimes even if the head is cut off, there is no way to cause fatal damage to it.

But it is not without its weakness, and this weakness lies in its "heart".

Of course, as a lower life, its heart does not grow completely, and it is not even a separate organ. Most of the time, it should probably be called the arterial arch.

This is an arterial structure that can contract itself and transport blood, and because it resembles an arch, it has the name of the arterial arch, and some people like to call it the ring heart.

This body structure is somewhat similar to that of an earthworm in the pre-apocalyptic era, where the number of arterial arches on the body is variable, usually four or five, to ensure that they can get blood throughout their body.

However, because of its unique way of survival, the snow worm is kept in a state of low energy expenditure for a long time, and the blood flow is relatively slow, so the number of arterial arches on the body is usually only one.

This also makes this only "heart" its fatal weakness.

Previously, Yanagihara ran back and forth on the body of the snow worm in order to grow this "heart".

Now that she's found it, then it's over.

"Struggle······"

Yanagihara looked at the snow worms that were still rolling under his feet, and licked his lips with a smile.

She raised the short knife in her hand and stabbed the worm in the back.

She would dig out that "heart" and then crush it and cut it off.

And this scene happened to be seen clearly by Al standing on the canyon.

She watched Yanagihara tear at the flesh of the worm with the blade, and looked at Yanagihara's suppressed and crazy smile.

I inexplicably feel that the other party's appearance has become a little unfamiliar.

At this time, Yanagihara looked ferocious, savage, and seemed to be full of hatred.

In fact, Al was not mistaken, Yanagihara did have hatred.

Because everything she believed in before had been destroyed by these "monsters".

So she needs to vent, so she keeps hunting.

It is precisely because of this that two completely opposite extreme personalities, calm and crazy, will appear in her at the same time.

Revenge doesn't change anything, but it makes people feel better.

This was told to her by an "old friend" of Yanagihara, and she affirmed it.

Because at least when hunting wild beasts, she can still feel a trace of pleasure in her numb body, at least Yanagihara himself thinks that it is a kind of "pleasure".

Because at least when fighting monsters, she can still feel some blood flowing.

That's why she has a smile on her face every time she fights hard.

Even if she didn't really want to laugh herself.

"Silk!" Perhaps it was Yanagihara's madness that made the snow worms feel fear.

It hissed, its massive body twisting and writhing in the snow.

It's a pity that no matter what it does, it can't get rid of the human behind it, which makes Yanagihara's movements even rougher.

Squatting behind the worm, Yanagihara had already tore open its skin with a short knife, cutting its tendons.

She put away the revolver in her hand, digging into the worm's back with both hands.

She cut off pieces of flesh with the blade of her knife and scooped out blood with the palm of her hand.

The wound on the worm's back grew larger and larger, so much so that half of Yanagihara's body had already submerged into it.

Finally, Yanagihara saw a thick, pulsing blood vessel in the wound.

The corners of her mouth curled up, and without hesitation, she stabbed the short knife in her hand.

The blade cuts through the outer wall of the blood vessel and makes the blood vessel lose its ability to constrict.

"Silk!!" The worm's body tensed suddenly, and then let out a loud scream, rolling on the snow as hard as it could.

It's just that it has no power to change anything.

Sticky blood poured out like a fountain, spraying Yanagihara's body, splattering into the air.

It was like a rain of blood in the sky.

The worm, on the other hand, gradually lost its voice during its last few struggles.

"Boom!" The huge fifteen-meter-long body fell to the ground, squirming weakly.

Blood was still spraying outward, obscuring everyone's vision.

Yanagihara stood among the worm's corpses, her cheeks and body covered in blood, and she held the short knife and looked up at the pillar of blood several meters high in front of her.

The smile on the corner of his mouth faded and finally calmed down.

She felt the passage of life, but she didn't experience what it was like to be alive again.

In fact, she should understand that killing and revenge will not bring any pleasure, but can only make people more lost and empty.

But she was clearly caught up in it, and she couldn't help herself.

It's not that she's happy to kill, it's that she's used to killing.

Life had no meaning for her, including her own.

That's why she's so indifferent, that's why she denies her identity as a human being.

Because she knew that humans weren't supposed to be like this.

She's just a beast.

On the canyon, Al looked at Yanagihara standing in blood, silent and did not make a sound.

Was she afraid, a little, but she wasn't afraid, because she believed in the wanderer. She believed in her and had a heart that was not indifferent.

Perhaps because of the perspective, De Rosso and the hires didn't see the hideous smile that Yanagihara had when he killed the worm.

They just saw Yanagihara kill the "monster" in a way they couldn't have imagined.

It gives them a sense of the aftermath of the disaster.

Because the fact that they saw the huge monster die and survive made their breath breathe as if they were cheering.

"Whew!" One of the hires slammed into the snowmobile, gulping for breath, like a man who hadn't drunk water in days, greedily swallowing clean water.

With a trance smile on his face, he restrained his trembling hands and said intermittently.

"Lived, survived."

"Shame, shame." The other mercenary looked back, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, and leaned against the armrest of the snowmobile with a pale face.

"You're not going to be able to stand still in battle, are you?"

"And talk about me." The mercenary sitting in his seat rolled his eyes weakly and said with a swallow.

"Look at you, your legs are shaking."

"No way, I'm afraid······" The mercenary who was standing smiled bitterly and replied in a trembling voice.

Indeed, there are few people who are not afraid of such a monster.

The difference is that some people will run away at the first time, while others will continue to face it.

The captain of the mercenary was still standing in the driver's seat, he was still holding a gun, looking at the figure not far away, for a long time, before he breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly.

"What an artistic ······"

Yes, he was obsessed with it, a beauty that was so wild that it was.

That kind of battle is enough to make people's blood boil.

He was proud that he could kill a snowwolf alone, but now he thought he might have set a higher goal.

"Well, I know her."

At this time, De Roso, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, spoke up.

"Maybe we should go up and talk to her, after all, she saved us, didn't she?"

I'd love to get a closer look at her muscles and curves.

As he spoke, De Rosso thought so in his heart.

Well, again, those who engage in art deserve to be engaged in art, and they are old and criticized.