Chapter 3 Pandora's Box 15
Before the bat could get close, a burst of gunfire was heard, followed by the sound of an object falling to the ground.
Ogar shuddered and opened his eyes, and saw the bone bat lying on the side of the single bed three meters away from him, its wings hanging down, covering its body, and it was impossible to see the blood-red eyes, and it was not clear whether it was still alive.
"Sand ......"
Heavy footsteps stepped across the carpet, and Ogar followed the sound to see Blackblade walking into the room with an assault rifle.
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He stopped in front of Ogar and looked down coldly at the little girl.
Outside the window, lightning and thunder roared, and the light of the laptop on the desk behind Ogar illuminated his face, and the black gas mask made him look like the executor of hell, with a terrifying killing intent.
He glanced at the box in Ogar's hand, raised his assault rifle, and aimed it at the little girl.
"Little thing, give me the box."
A deep voice rang out in the room, his voice steady and non-negotiable.
"No, no...... the little girl shrank back, "this is the box that my sister bought with her life, I will keep it for her, she will definitely return to this room!" β
Hearing this, Black Blade glanced at a large pool of blood on the ground.
He probably knew a little bit about it.
But what does it have to do with him?
What he wanted, he never couldn't get.
"If I don't give it to me, I'll kill you." He gave a cold warning one last time.
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Ogar bit his lower lip and stubbornly met the black blade's eyes.
Her meaning was obvious, she wanted the box unless she stepped over her corpse!
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It seems that this kid has already made a decision.
Blackblade silently raised his hand and aimed the muzzle of his assault rifle at Ogar.
But at this time, Ogar's face suddenly changed.
Her eyes changed from stubborn and unyielding to frightened.
She looked over Blackblade's shoulder, as if she saw something terrifying.
Black Blade was puzzled, but suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest, he lowered his head, and suddenly saw a skeletal hand piercing his chest!
The skeletal palm pierced his ribcage with his right lung, revealing several white hand bones in front of his right chest.
"Roaring ......"
In his ears, there was the low roar of a bone bat.
It's not dead yet!
The next moment, the bone bat withdrew his hand, and the black blade staggered forward a few steps, but he did not fall, and turned around and held an assault rifle to shoot at the bone bat.
"Suffer death!"
The impact of the assault rifle was huge, the bone bat folded its wings to resist the bullets, but it was still forced to take a few steps back by the impact, the strafing of the assault rifle angered the huge unknown creature in front of it, it roared, its wings struck, knocked those bullets to the ground, raised its left hand, grabbed the neck of the black blade, and pressed him to the ground, and the assault rifle was also thrown out.
"Boom!"
His left shoulder slammed into the ground, the hollowness of his chest made it difficult for the black blade to breathe, he coughed and coughed up a mouthful of blood, before he could recover, the bone bat punched him in the face, but he was born in the special operations forces and did not show weakness because of this, the black blade held the bone bat's arm, folded it in reverse, only heard a crisp fracture sound, he actually broke the bone bat's left forelimb!
"Roar-" The bone bat opened its big mouth of the black hole, and in the eye sockets of the black hole hole of the skull, a pair of blood-red eyeballs stared at the black blade, and the other hand of the bone bat clenched into a fist and smashed down on the black blade! But the attack was dodged by the black blade, and he stretched out two fingers, inserted them into the eye sockets of the bone bat, and directly pulled out those two eyeballs! The bone bat has a mandible, full of fangs, bites the arm of the black blade, the fangs are inserted into the right arm of the black blade, tearing the nerves and muscles, biting a piece of meat alive, the black blade only feels a heart-rending pain and severe pain, instinctively blocks the collarbone of the bone bat with his arm, and resists the attack of the bone bat, and then, the bone bat throws the meat in his mouth aside, and opens his mouth to bite off the neck of the black blade.
"Da Da Da-"
Three assault rifle bullets grazed the wings of the bat and one of the bullets pierced the bat skull.
"Roarβ"
The bat roared and took a few steps back.
Blackblade looked sideways to see Ogar's face pale and struggling to hold his rifle.
"Y-Aren't you the monster guarding the box......" Ogar picked up the box on the ground with his other hand and threw it out, "Go find your box!" β
Seeing this, the bone bat let go of the black blade and pounced towards the magic box.
"Here you go!" With all his strength, Ogar threw the rifle at Blackblade.
Blackblade stood up and caught the assault rifle with one hand, and he expertly raised the rifle and fired at the bone bats a few paces away.
The bat broke its collarbone and sternum in an instant, and it raised its wings to resist.
The wings of the bone bat, invulnerable.
"Hmph, it looks like your body armor is pretty good......" Blackblade lowered his rifle and pulled a dagger from his waist.
Seeing this, the bone bat flapped its wings and flew towards him.
Black Blade saw the opportunity, took out his hand, and a dagger grazed diagonally across the rib space of the bone bat, and plunged straight into the heart of the bone bat!
The bat wailed, fell to the ground, flapped its wings a few times, and never moved again.
"......" Blackblade leaned against the wall and sat wearily on the ground.
He did it.
Kill an unknown creature of the same level.
But looking around, the box is gone.
It's been more than three minutes.
He sighed in his heart, there was a tearing pain in his chest, although the wound was not big, it hurt the lungs, and the blood oozing from the lung tissue accumulated in the chest, he sat on the ground, gasped, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and felt a little difficult to breathe.
ββ¦β¦ You okay? Ogar watched him cautiously from a distance.
His lips were a little pale, and he sat on the floor against the bed, his left hand resting on his bent knee, and his right hand covering the wound, and he didn't look very well.
ββ¦β¦ Wounds need to be bandaged. Ogar kindly reminded.
"It's none of your business." Blackblade glanced at her angrily, "The box is gone, you can get out." β
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It's really a hard person to get along with.
Ogal pursed her lower lip, she walked behind her desk, opened the drawer, rummaged through the light of her laptop, and found a pair of scissors.
"Ahem...... Black Blade coughed a few times, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ogar with a little guard.
(Is she going to take this opportunity to kill me?) οΌ
Thinking so, he couldn't help but reach his waist with his left hand and secretly hold a dagger.
Ogar silently held the scissors and walked over to Blackblade.
The black blade narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled the dagger from his waist, and hid it in the palm of his hand, ready to throw the dagger at any time.
To his surprise, Ogal passed by him, and she came to the white sheets, tore them over, and squatted down, and cut out some long strips of cloth, and then, she put down the scissors in her hand, and took the strips of cloth back to the black blade, and she sat down beside the black blade, and tied them together end to end.
"Your wound needs to be bandaged. I don't think you want to die of infection before you find the box. β
"I can't die." The black blade opened his eyes, but silently put away the dagger in his hand.
"But if other players take the opportunity to attack you, will you be able to resist it?"
In Ogar's words.
In the game of reincarnation, death is not terrible.
What is scary is the points lost due to death, and the points that other players score as a result.
ββ¦β¦ I don't need a little mercy. β
"I'm not pitiing you, you're so strong, you want to kill me, you don't even need to frown, what qualifications do I have to pity you? I just feel like I have to do my part to help others. "The world is already cruel, why can't there be more trust and warmth between people." β
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Blackblade looked at Ogar's clear eyes and was silent for a long time.
Then, compromised, put away the dagger hidden in the palm of his hand, he lowered his arm, leaned over slightly, took off his shirt, and revealed his strong upper body, in the position of the left chest, a hole the size of a child's fist, from the back to the front chest, the wound on the back is relatively large, and the wound on the front chest is relatively small.
Luckily, the bat didn't have its entire arm through his body.
Seeing that the other party accepted his kindness, Ogar smiled slightly.
She walked up to him, and she was standing a little taller than he was sitting. She bent down and connected the strips of cloth in her hands end to end, and then, stretching out her small arm, she carefully wound the strips from the back of the black blade to her chest, and then from her left abdomen back to her back, and after a few more laps, she spared her abdomen a few more times, and tied a knot after making sure that the strip would not fall off with his movements.
Black Blade watched the little girl's every move, and he could feel the little girl's specially slowed and lighter movements, and felt her warm intimacy.
He saw in this seven-year-old child's body a kindness that he hadn't seen for a long time. This kindness was too dazzling, and even made him a little scared when he had been in the dark for a long time, afraid that he would be stabbed if he got too close.
People who have been in the dark for a long time will subconsciously reject and guard against the light when they see too bright light.
It's sad.
Sighing inwardly, Blackblade looked at Ogar and asked his own question, "Why did you save me?" β
"Huh?" Ogar paused, but he didn't expect him to ask like this.
"Didn't you throw the box out to attract the bone bats?"
"Hmm." She nodded.
"Why, why did you save me when I was going to kill you? The last game was the same, why did you know that you would die, and you still had to stand in front of me. β
Ogar thought seriously for a moment, then shook his head.
ββ¦β¦ There's no particular reason for it, it's just that I want to, and I did. Ogar smiled brightly, "Besides, Uncle J also said that there is no need for a reason to save people." β
βJοΌ The new player with a pigtail? β
"Hmmm! Uncle J is a good man, he saved my sister and me......" Ogar smiled innocently, but the next moment, there was sadness in his clear eyes, "It's a pity that he was killed by the Devourer." β
ββ¦β¦ There's nothing to worry about, it's [reincarnation], and he should be reborn somewhere now. β
"That's right. The next time I see Uncle J and Big Brother Mars, I must thank them properly. β
Outside the window, the thunderstorm continues.
The raindrops that drifted into the window fell on the black blade, making him feel a little more awake, although the wound was still painful, but for him, the injury was already a matter of course.
He looked at the finished product that the little girl had bandaged herself, and felt good.
But the next moment, a question came to my mind - such a professional bandaging method is not at all like what an inexperienced seven-year-old child would do.
Raising his eyes, he looked at her with a little doubt in his eyes.
ββ¦β¦ Little thing, where did you learn the bandaging method? β
"Huh?" Ogal was stunned for a moment, obviously didn't think about this problem, she pouted, looked at the ceiling and thought about it for a long time, but shook her head helplessly, "I forgot, I just bandaged it naturally, as if I had seen it somewhere before, or learned ...... it."
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Blackblade was silent for a few seconds, then leaned on the bed and stood up.
Ogar followed his movements and stood up as well.
Blackblade picked up the tunic on the ground, put it on haphazardly, leaned over, and picked up the shock rifle on the ground.
The game goes on.
The battle will continue as well.
There was no time for him to heal, let alone for them to make small talk.
The black soles of his shoes stepped over the carpet, and the black blade stepped over the cooled corpse of the bone bat on the ground and walked to the door.
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Ogar sat still, biting his lower lip and hesitating for a moment, before following after him.
Hearing the sound of a little girl's trotting footsteps behind him, Blackblade stopped, glanced back, and met Ogar's pitiful eyes.
She is like an abandoned puppy, if no one takes care of her, there is only a dead end in this world of the jungle.
"......" Black Blade turned away with a calm face.
Ogar clenched his little fists nervously, lowered his head and thought about it, followed closely behind.