When Al woke up, he felt some itching in his neck.

It turned out that the wind was blowing the fluff on the bear's belly, so that the fine hairs tickled around her neck.

She also wears Yanagihara's motorcycle helmet on her head, which ensures that her skin won't get frostbite from being exposed.

I slept warmly last night, and the fire next to me was still burning.

But Al doesn't remember how she fell asleep. I only remember that Yanagihara seemed to sing a song, in a language she hadn't heard. The song was very melodious, echoing under the starry sky, so she looked at the galaxy and fell asleep unconsciously.

Turning his head to look at the side, Al found that Yanagihara had not woken up yet, and the wanderer was holding one of the bear's legs with his hands and feet, sleeping soundly and drooling.

The next moment, Yanagihara turned over.

In Al's horrified eyes, there was a cracking sound of bones breaking from the bear's thick forelimbs.

In the future, you must stay away from Yanagihara when you sleep.

Secretly determined, Al pulled a piece of jerky out of his pocket, opened his helmet and ate it.

Yanagihara woke up around nine in the morning, and the reason why the time was so accurate was because she took out her pocket watch and looked at the time when she got up.

Throwing away the forelimbs of the elephant bear in his arms, which had been completely broken to the bone, Yanagihara grabbed his hair and sat up.

Her consciousness was a little blurry, which made her want to clear herself up with her peculiar way of getting out of bed, but she didn't do it considering that Al was around.

The sun had fully risen, and on the snow, the sun was shining.

Al crouched by the fire boiling snow water, the dancing flames and steaming water vapor blurred her vision.

Suddenly, she asked Yanagihara, who was sitting on the side washing his face with snow.

"Yanagihara, you said we were going to die, so what exactly are we going to do?"

"Ahh Yanagihara wiped his face so hard with his hands that the sound he came out of was a little strange.

"We'll go to the sea to the east and sink to the bottom of the sea."

"Wouldn't that be painful?"

"No, normally, you're so cold when you fall into the ocean that you can't feel anything. At most, a few seconds before you lose consciousness. ”

"Is that so?"

"Uh-huh······" Yanagihara, who was washing his face, suddenly screamed.

"What's wrong?" Al looked back.

"Oh, nothing." Yanagihara turned his back to Al and put an eye that had been accidentally gouged out back into his socket.

"Prepare yourself, it's time for us to go."

"Hmm." Al nodded, not noticing Yanagihara's strangeness, and took a sip of the boiled snow water.

After shooting his eyeballs, Ryu walked to the side of the snowmobile and used the compass on the dashboard to determine the direction.

"East ······"

When she was done, she looked up and looked to the east.

There, there is a huge snowy canyon.

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"To get to the ice walls of the Eastern Plains, you have to go through this canyon in the middle."

On the other side of the Eastern Plains, a team of mercenaries had also reached the outskirts of the Plains Canyon.

The team was being repaired, and one of the mercenaries sat on the ground, holding a map and analyzing it to the others.

"Because of the terrain, there is a high chance that you will encounter some beasts that have not left on the way through the canyon, so you must always be careful and never let the beasts have a chance to get closer."

There were four people in this mercenary team, three men and one woman, and after hearing the first person's reminder, the other three nodded and said.

"Don't worry, Captain, we're not going to joke with our lives."

"Well, be careful." The mercenary who was called the captain said, turned his head to the side again, looked at a teenager in the team, and said.

"Mr. De Rosso, you just need to stay in the car and we'll keep you safe."

"No problem." The boy smiled and sorted out his things.

Today is the third day that De Rosso has left Greenhouse No. 4.

He sold his studio on Thumb Street and used the ore to buy ten crates of paint, while hiring a team of hired people to take him to the ice wall to the east of the greenhouse.

His condition has worsened, and now he can feel heart pains several times a day, and sometimes he has to take medication to make himself feel better.

However, he was still in a good mood, as he was looking forward to the day when he arrived at the ice wall. Because he is looking forward to his last work.

It will be the treasure he left to this world, the beauty that blooms in the midst of disaster.

He's going to die a well-deserved death, he's pretty sure.

The team set off again, the snowmobile's tracks leaving deep marks on the snow, and at the end of the marks, the vehicle went farther and farther away.

Because of the greenhouse's tracks, few people usually pass through this canyon in the Eastern Plains, except for those who want to cross the ice field on their own and those who have a special destination.

As a result, the canyon has hardly ever been treaded in, and even the maps do not depict it in great detail. There are only a few simple lines that indicate the direction in which the canyon extends.

The unknown always means danger, but considering that the herd has just been driven away, the mercenaries don't think much about it and take Derosso into the canyon.

It's a pity that they didn't take into account that in this world, there is a creature that can grow indefinitely, and the more inaccessible it is, the bigger it grows.

But they are not to blame, after all, this creature does not pose any threat to people at all. Even at the bottom of the food chain, it's hard to get people to take them seriously.

The snowmobiles were moving, and the light was dim in the deep canyon.

The canyon is at least twenty meters deep, and the bottom of the canyon is not narrow, but it is definitely not open, and it would obviously be a very bad situation to encounter wild beasts in such a place.

On the snowmobile, the mercenaries looked around intently, their rifles cross-handed, ready to deal with the danger that might come their way.

It is undeniable that compared to the vast majority of mercenaries, their quality is very high, even to the point of being comparable to that of the soldiers of the Guard.

However, even so, they still didn't notice the movement under the snow.

Somewhere their snowmobiles passed, a few spots of snow would occasionally be turned over, and then it would calm down as if something was moving underneath.

It's just that this movement is so small that no one sitting on the snow cart can notice it in time.

Until a tumbling sound woke up the mercenary in the back seat of the car.

"Stop!"

He raised his hand and said.

Out of trust, the captain immediately stopped the snowmobile.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you hear anything?" The mercenary in the back seat of the car said this, standing up with his rifle in his hand, and listening attentively.

The others frowned when they heard his words and listened to the sounds in the canyon.

The canyon was quiet, and there should be no sound at all, except for the occasional whirring sound of the wind.

But at this moment, a strange voice did appear.

"Sha... Sha···"

The sound was soft, like something was stirring the snow.

The captain of the mercenaries glanced down into the snow, and then he saw a patch of snow being turned over.

"Everyone's on alert!"

"Click!" The four mercenaries raised their guns at the same time.

"Watch out for something in the snow." The captain of the mercenary stood in the driver's seat with a frown, and said with his gun pointed at the snow.

But by this time, the mutation had already happened.

"Rustle!" I only heard the sound of more and more rapid turning.

The snow around the snowmobile began to rise and fall.

The emplorees in the car looked gloomy, because they all knew that, according to the current situation, there were either many things or a big thing under the snow in front of them.

In either case, it's obviously not a good thing for them.

"Bang!"

One of the mercenaries fired a shot into the snow, then immediately turned his head and shouted.

"Quick! Start your snowmobile! ”

"You don't need to say it!" The mercenary captain immediately restarted the snowmobile and rushed towards the outside of the canyon.

It's just that the things under the snow obviously don't intend to let them go.

After a quick churn of the snow, the ground trembled.

"Boom!" A loud bang rang out.

A patch of snow in front of the snowmobile was suddenly broken, and a huge figure rushed out of it, blocking out the sunlight in front of everyone.

The car's hired heads up, and what they saw was a snow worm at least fifteen meters long, with a body and mouthparts nearly three meters wide enough to swallow an adult male in one gulp.

The snow-white body blocked the sky above the canyon, and the open mouth was full of sharp, dense teeth.

"Monster, monster ······" A mercenary with a gun in his hand said in a stumbling voice.

However, he was not describing it in a panic, but stating it, because in the ice field, creatures with a body size of more than fifteen meters have a special term.

That's the "monster".

They have the ability to destroy several teams individually, symbolizing death on the ice sheet.

"What are you kidding······" The captain of the mercenary had lost his composure at this point.

Because no one thought that in such an inconspicuous canyon, there would be a monster.

"Shhh

The snow worm hissed, and the cloudy saliva stench flowed from its mouthparts.

The huge body wriggled between the canyons, and everyone knew what it would bring.

But no one can escape it.