Tomie jumped up, like invisible wings growing from his ribs, and jumped about four meters high, gliding lightly in the air. Holding the axe high with both hands at the highest point, the body bends backwards like a reed, as if to completely burst all the accumulated power in the next moment.

Sensing the threat from above his head, the monster raised its head with a mouthful of blood, and a trace of blue arc flashed at Tomie's long horn.

My eyes widened in surprise.

The flying figure and the long horns surrounded by blue light stand out in the hazy night shadow, like an epiphany in full bloom.

The scene seemed to me to be long, and it seemed like there was only a moment, and the axe and the horn collided together.

There is an invisible magnetic force that makes the figures of the two solidify like this.

The blue light was like a sensitive powder keg, detonated by the force of this blow, forming a cylindrical cage that trapped Tomie in it.

The light shone brightly, my eyes stinged, and everything lost its shape. Subconsciously close your eyes. There was a gray color in front of me, and I only heard a crackling sound.

A pinprick tingling sensation filled the air, making me feel the hairs all over my body stand on end.

This familiar feeling brings a familiar word to mind.

Lightning.

Blue electric light cage.

"Tomie!"

I screamed in horror. Although they have only known each other for one night, they are also companions, and they cannot be as indifferent as they are in the face of their own predicament and cruel corpses.

I struggled to open my eyes to find the muscular figure.

It was still hazy in front of me, the darkness that I should have been accustomed to had turned pale, and countless light-like floaters were flying, and through the gaps between them, a huge silhouette was faintly visible.

I rolled over and jumped out of the railing, rolled forward as I landed, and got up on my hands and sprinted that way.

The crossbow was not effective against the monster, and I tossed it aside, pulling out a revolver with only six rounds from my waist with my right hand.

The remaining arc is visible to the naked eye, spreading and disappearing like ripples. I rushed into it, and the feeling of being electrocuted was creepy.

I held the gun in both hands, ready to shoot at any time, but I didn't pull the trigger for fear of harming Tomie. After a few steps, the vision was clearer, and a charred humanoid fell to the edge of the pool, hitting the shore rocks, and fell like a puppet.

The arc of the long horn in front of the monster's forehead quickly extinguished, and it tried to jump out of the pool and trample on Tomie, who was lying motionless on the ground, unknown whether he was alive or dead.

I raised my hand and fired, without deliberately aiming, aiming at such a large volume at this distance, without any concern about the possibility of missing a shot.

The deafening sound of gunfire echoed hollow in the courtyard, and the powerful recoil was unexpectedly large, making the wrist a little sore. I clung to the handle of the gun, only to feel like my body was almost pulled away.

The monster was alarmed by the sound, and its head was about to turn, but it was immediately knocked away by the powerful kinetic energy, and it stumbled a little.

Hit!

I was surprised that I was aiming for the monster's head at the moment of shooting, but I was surprised that I was able to hit the target accurately without deliberately aiming at it.

I never knew I was a sharpshooter.

Even in military training, it was not so accurate.

It seemed like luck, and there was something else at work that I couldn't tell, and I didn't have time to think about it.

Surprised and apprehensive in my heart, I quickened my pace to Tomie's side.

Tomie's image is miserable. The long hair exploded, and the torn clothes revealed large swaths of skin, but there was no sense of spring leaking out, and it was scorched, emitting the smell and heat of burning, and I was a little revered from the thought of reaching out to touch her.

I almost thought she was out of breath, but when I timidly reached out my hand, an inaudible moan came to my ears.

Great, not dead yet.

Tomie's body shook spasmodically, turned over, and looked at me with his eyes open on his back. Her eyes were a little blank, but not dyingly weak.

It's unbelievable that after being so badly injured, he still has the strength to move.

Her eyes seemed to tell me something. But at this time, just give me an honest rest.

I shoved the greystone into her mouth, grabbed her by the collar and dragged it back, my right hand shooting at the monster so hard that each blow sent my right hand up in the air.

Three shots were fired, all of which miraculously hit the monster in the head and even burst one eye. The monster was dazed by the sudden fire, and jumped out of the pool from the side.

My right hand was so limp by the strong recoil that I could no longer pull the trigger, so I had to bluff at it. The monster also seemed to have scruples, and did not attack immediately, but just stared at us closely.

Its mouth and eyes are humanized with caution and anger.

I continued to drag Tomie back. Despite the toughness on the surface, the only two bullets left in the chamber of the gun could not provide solace.

The last two bullets, where do they have to hit to give the big guy in front of him a fatal blow?

I heard that the dead and the unconscious are very heavy, probably because the other person has lost the ability to cope with external movements. Tomie wasn't unconscious, and his body was able to move slightly, but the weight on my body didn't lose much.

It's not a way to continue dragging her like this, if the monster attacks, there is a chance that the two of us will be the same fate.

The best way to get out of trouble is to kill the monster, but I still can't figure out how to deal with it.

The monster was visibly weaker than before, with a lot of wounds and blood flowing non-stop, showing no signs of healing, but its motor and electric eel-like discharge ability still prevailed.

Can you just sit back and die?

I took a deep breath and let go of Tomie, touching Tomie's axe while not showing fear in staring at the monster.

Tomie seemed to be weak all over, but his hand grasping the axe was as stiff as an iron hoop. I struggled hard to get a little soft.

I can't tell if it's a physiological reflex or if Tomie really doesn't want to let go.

Finally taking the axe off and carrying it in my left hand, I moved slowly and sideways away from her as fast as I could to avoid irritating the monster.

The monster's body rotates in response to me.

Well, it's aimed at me now.

What's next?

Put aside benevolence and righteousness, put aside the idea of quick success, and put aside all external interference. In the depths of the night, it was just himself and the wounded monster.

Tomie's attack was not entirely useless, it was not without weaknesses.

Its trauma, its anger, its actions, everything has traces.

"Yes, heads, heads."

Horns that can discharge, a fleshy neck, eyes that have been blinded by shots, bullet holes on the face. All of this made it agitated and frightened.

It showed no signs of re-discharge, the kind of mass discharge, which did not seem to be able to be used continuously. Now that I think about it, the previous power was more like a dog's desperate blow jumping over the wall.

It's loud now, just as bluffing as I am.

Can't give it time to breathe.

With that in mind, I walked towards it.