I crouched down in front of the rock and plunged my bolt into the turf with the tip pointed upward. This area had been the scene of battles before, the dirt had become loose after being trampled and excavated, large patches of blood had dried up and formed purple-black lumps mixed in the soil, and some parts had been found that had fallen off the flesh. I usually feel disgusted even when I kill chickens and fish, but now I have to hold back my irritability and push them away one by one.

It took a lot of effort, according to the memories of playing with the sand as a child, to stick twelve arrows, and then to stomp the dirt with his feet, and it became a rudimentary trap. Perhaps in the eyes of a discerning person, he can't even call it a trap, but the opponent is a blind man, and he doesn't have many tools at hand, so he can only settle for it.

At this time, the monster calmed down again, listened sideways to the wind, made a sniffing appearance, and once again relied on a strong instinct to find prey.

I can feel that the wind is about to change.

The monster's body gradually turned to Tomie, and her charred body was at a disadvantage. From such a distance, Tomie was like the shadow of a lying stone, I couldn't see Tomie's expression at all, she was motionless at this time, or rather, even if she wanted to escape, she had no ability to move.

I didn't dare to slack off, grabbed my bow and shot the arrow at the monster. Then notice the strange sensations that had been present before. When shooting, you don't need to aim, it's like the crosshair is always lurking in the body, becoming some kind of instinct.

The blowing of the wind, the shaking of the shadows, the distance between each other, the movements of each other, all of these are reduced to vague data, calculated in an instant, and reflected in the mind.

This was something that was not there before arriving in Doomsday Vision, no, further, before taking Greystone.

Maybe Tomie was right, I was more talented at shooting than I was at hand-to-hand combat with an axe.

This sudden talent saved our lives.

The arrow plunged sharply into the monster's thighs.

Vital parts.

I couldn't see clearly, but I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the moment when the monster screamed.

"Here! I am here! ”

The monster thundered, and once again I drove me crazy. Its temper and patience weren't as good as I had originally estimated, and perhaps its strong body, silent movements, and instinct to discharge would make it a formidable killer in the building, but in the open grass, it was more like a grumpy reckless man.

Even so, I'm sure it can remember the sound that keeps teasing it.

It rushed as expected, and I turned back to the rock and climbed up, and as I reached the top, there was a snapping sound from the arrow stuck in the ground. The heavy body slammed into the rock, its long horns pushing holes in the rock face. The impact shook the rock with such force that it nearly knocked me off.

I tried to steady myself and gave it a few arrows. The arrows seemed to hang on that tough layer of skin, and the monster suffered pain, and when it struggled, it fell to the ground. The next moment brought an exciting surprise.

With a click, the horn snapped, and the front half was still sunk in the rock.

Not at all expected.

The monster's face showed obvious pain, and its blood-drenched features wrinkled together, and it turned to flee.

I threw away my crossbow and pulled out my revolver and gave it a shot in the head.

This was the most important part of the plan, and when the guns rang out, I prayed in my heart that luck would be by my side again.

It's on my side.

The monster had just been hit hard, and after eating the last bullet, it was obvious that its head was starting to get dizzy.

It shook its head hard and slammed into the rock again. Turning sideways, it was the side where the axe was embedded that hit the rock.

Then, the head almost fell off.

Chopped off by an axe under reaction force.

There was probably only a layer of skin attached, and the trachea was absolutely severed.

A large amount of blood was sprayed on the rocks. The monster's body twitched constantly.

Quietly watching all this happen as scheduled, the heart that was lifted took away the most trace of strength when it fell. As if suffering from hypochondriasis, I slid down from the top of the rock, leaning against the stone face and exhaling the turbid air, my brain as if frozen, unable to carry out any thoughts.

After about thirty seconds, I got up and walked out of the rock.

The monster was lying in a pool of blood, and although it could no longer scream and move, it would not be completely dead for a while.

Remembering the time I had with the ghost dog, I called out for the diamond sigil.

"Materials."

Knowledge comes to mind in the depths of the mind.

Name: Horned Monster

Species: Monster

Capacity: Discharge

Rating: C

Status: Near-fat

Sure enough, it is effective when the other party has no power to resist.

This horned monster is one level higher than the ghost dog, and has an additional discharge ability in the description. Confusingly, the stealth of the Ghost Dog does not seem to be counted in the "ability" column. Does this have anything to do with the distinction between the two species?

With the experience of the ghost dog, I am not surprised by its strong vitality.

I kicked it a few times to make sure it couldn't resist anymore, then I stepped on its body, pulled the axe out, stomped its head off hard, and then slit open its belly.

Its heart is also in the chest, but it doesn't look like a "heart" in common sense, but a gray crystal the size of a walnut. Countless veins clinged to it, beating slightly.

The crystals are polyhedral in shape, although irregular.

It looks a lot like greystone.

I stretched out my left hand and began to make limestone.

The Horned Monster's body turned into a gray mist in the blink of an eye, forming a spiral driven by the invisible force and burrowing into the gray crystals. When the gray mist completely disappeared, the gray crystals seemed to be larger.

This is by far the largest limestone ever obtained.

I picked it up.

After the horned monster fell silent, the fierce crashing sound at the iron gate that he was accustomed to suddenly became abrupt, which set off the silence of the night.

Once again, there was an uneasy turbulence in the quiet of the night. It lurks behind trees in the distance, at the bottom of a chaotic lawn, in places that are covered in shadows and can't really be seen.

Bang dang.

Something metal smashed on the ground.

I looked around in astonishment, but found nothing, but the swaying of the grass was chaotic, and the rustling sound was not just the sound of the wind.

I picked up my bow and crossbow, and ran towards Tomie. The strange grinding sound increased rapidly. As I hooked Tomie's arm and dragged her toward the building, the terrifying sounds became dense and seemed to be everywhere.

The body of the voice has not yet appeared, but it is more terrifying than the horned monster.

I bent down and picked Tomie up like a princess. I wasn't sure I could hold her in normal times, she was much heavier than I thought, and it took a lot of effort to fight the horned monsters, but under the threat of unknown creatures, I actually carried her up the stairs in three steps and two steps, rushed into the stronghold, and locked the gate firmly.

I put Tomie on the ground and pushed all the furniture I could find behind the door.

In a confined environment, I feel a little relieved.

"What is it?"

In the darkness, Tomie asked softly with a groan.

"I don't see it."

"If you block the door, you can only escape through the window."

"It's everywhere, there's no way to escape."

"It was a terrible night." Tomie said this and fell silent.

I can only smile wryly. Then, shove the greystone made from the horned monster into her mouth.

"Get better soon, Tomie."