It is wise to prevent trouble, and it is brave to face it head-on.

It is a good planner to avoid danger, and it is a good fighter to break through danger.

There is no good or bad between the two. As long as you are one of them and do your best, you will definitely survive the unknown.

After all, no matter what, it's necessary to live.

That's what Weir thought.

"But I probably can't help it."

Without planning or taking precautions, Veel encounters an unknown creature like a spider in front of him in an unknown location in an unknown forest in an unknown world. But he was defenseless, and he didn't know that danger was coming until he was attacked.

He is not a person with plans and predictions, nor is he an ordinary god who knows as if he was in a hurry, he is just a prey who watches the spikes in front of him about to pierce him, but there is nothing he can do.

"It's over!" Wille watched in despair as the spikes in front of him got closer and closer, and suddenly, a violent light flashed in front of him.

Just listen to "Smack!" With a thud, Vere noticed that the spikes in front of him were flying backwards at an unknown speed than they had been.

The huge reptile slammed into the tree, and with the sound of grinding teeth, it actually broke the tree!

The pitch-black figure was reclining on the ground, green slurry gushing out of his body. One foot twisted strangely.

The pain of the wound caused the spider's remaining arthropods to swing violently, scratching everything around it.

Wiel noticed that the light was suspended in front of him, and the light dimmed.

"Light, you saved ......" The light in front of him turned into starlight and melted into the back of Wiel's outstretched hand.

I didn't have time to figure out what had just happened, and a chill hit my face! At this moment, Weir saw that the spider that had been knocked away actually stood up again!

The appearance is miserable, but it is more and more hideous.

Several green eyeballs were shattered, only one of the two large pincers of the mouthparts remained, only half of the chest remained, and a large mouth was split in the stomach, and unknown fragments and green blood were mixed and flowed down.

The broken leg is propped back to the back, and the spider that is not used to the lack of a leg is wobbly. It's kind of funny.

But Ver couldn't laugh at all. The spider stared at Vere with its remaining eyes, and waves of malice attacked Vere, cold, hateful, chaotic killing.

The chill in his heart couldn't stop surging upward, Weir retreated, and the spider limped forward. Weir leaned against a tree behind him, and the spider let out a silent roar at him. Green juice and blood spurted out of the spider's mouthparts, leaving streams of blood behind as the body moved.

The protection of the light group caused the spider to be seriously injured, but it was not able to kill. Let the spider never die.

I don't know if it was fear or pain, Veir, who kept retreating, had fine sweat on his head.

[Run?] How do I run? 〕

Until Vere retreated to a tree, Veir leaned his back against the bark, trying to stay away from the monster in front of him.

"Yikes!" The flesh on his back rubbed against the bark of the tree, causing Wiel to cry out in pain. Grip the bark tightly with both hands. The pain calmed down a little.

[I can't outrun it, but as soon as he recovers a little, I'll be dead in this dense forest.] 〕

The huge body could silently approach his back, if it wasn't for the back of Will, but the head......

Wiel's eyes were red from the pounding of his heartbeat, and his eyes slowly turned cold as the spider approached.

[Kill it!] 〕

The spider got closer and closer to Veil, and looking at the 'little bug' that hurt him in front of him, there was only one look in the monster's eyes.

[Kill him!] 〕

At this moment, in the small corner of the dense forest, there was only a cold killing intent, which was intertwined with branches and leaves, and the air became cold.

The spider sprang to its feet and lunged at Ver like a ghost.

The injured body made the spider a lot slower, and the broken foot made the direction deviate a little.

With a fixed gaze, Wille threw himself to the side, turning over twice on the ground where the fallen leaves were piling up.

One of the spider's feet, just as it hit the ground, stabbed at Veil, and splashed green blood out of its injured stomach.

No sooner had he turned around when he saw a huge black thorn stabbing at his heart. With a twist of his back and a push of his hands, the spider's feet were pinned between Will's feet.

Weir's face was deformed, the pain in his back, "Ntm", the throbbing pain of force. Let Wiel's brain rattle.

rubbed back twice, one turned over, and ran away with a roll.

Ver ran towards the resting place, where he remembered the machete he had placed on the ground.

The spider stuck its leg in the dirt again, and this time, instead of trying to pull it out, it frantically swung its leg towards where Veel had run. The huge force caused the tip of the leg to fold directly into the ground, but it also made the spider instantly get out of the trap, and with a large cloud of dirt and severed limbs, it flew in the air and struck at Ver like a cannonball.

Running forward, Wille heard the sound of breaking the air behind him, looked back, and saw several clods of earth struck Will's body with a head covering his face, and among them, a broken foot hit Will's back at once, "Wow! The cannonball-like impact sent Wille flying and a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

Flying in the air, Will's entire body was folded back at an angle, his legs still in a running position, his hands clawed and his elbows slightly bent. The blood- and sweat-soaked hair made a beautiful arc in the air.

After rolling on the ground twice, Weir lay on the ground, his body as if he was about to fall apart. "Ahem!" He coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Not far in front of him, his machete and the scroll had fallen to the ground, and Ver held himself on to prevent him from fainting, and crawled towards the machete. All he had in his eyes was the knife.

There was a sound of breaking the air in his ears, and Weir barely stepped forward and flipped forward, only for a moment, "Ah! Ah~ah~!! A spike, with the force of its impact, pierced through Will's thigh, and plunged a long way forward, plowed a small furrow in the ground.

Outside of nowhere, Veel grabbed the spike that ran through his thigh with one hand and lifted his upper body up.

The spider brought its huge green eyes to Vere, its broken mouthparts growling.

The spider learned its lesson and instead of using all its strength to stab downward, it switched to a forward impact. That way, its feet won't be stuck in the ground again.

But it was this that led it to death.

After roaring, the spider shrank its head back, and then flicked forward, about to bite the little bug's head with its huge jaws.

"Die!" With blood in the corner of his mouth, Wille pulled out the machete hidden behind him and slammed it towards the spider's mouth, the strength of the spider, the power of Will, so that the machete could effortlessly pierce the spider's brain from the mouth.

The broken vises cut a hole in Weel's arm.

The spider threw its head up, then suddenly froze. The big belly behind him squirted out a large amount of spider silk. Then the huge claws fell and fell to the ground with a bang.

It turned out that the impact caused Vere to slide to the machete, and the fully focused Vere copied the machete in his hand with one hand. That's why I got the fatal blow.

The forest fell silent, and there was a gasp of cold air, and Weir, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to prop up his scarred body.

"Ah~ah, ah! ~"With all his strength, Wiel pulled out the spikes that had been stuck in his legs. "Rope!" grabbed a handful of thatch and tightened his thighs with a rope.

Blood gushed out of his legs, but luckily he didn't hit the artery, otherwise it would have spurted blood.

Weir crawled to the spider's head and pulled out the machete, and the spider's head fell to the ground, "Think of a way, hiss~ bleed, a lot of blood." ”

With a machete, he stood up on one leg, and before he could stand firmly, Weir fell to the ground and pressed his right hand on the spider's broken thoracic segment.

Suddenly, the back of Weir's hand glowed slightly, and with a grasp of it, he took a piece of pink out of the spider's head, "This is?" Spider glands? ”

"Use!" The light in his hand and the pink flesh turned into starlight and scattered on Veel's body, wounds ......

Sorry, it didn't grow. (What do you want to grow at 8 points of blood?) ）

The starlight was scattered, and the place where Wille was bleeding gradually stopped bleeding, and the thighs no longer leaked.

He sat down on the ground, his eyes closed, and looked at the top of the forest, as if he could see the sunlight outside.

Vere raised his machete.

"I've won!"