Lizardmen, a half-human, half-beast, humanoid abomination over two meters tall and covered in hard scales.

Its strength is infinite, its skin is rough and its armor is thick, and it has a strong regenerative ability.

It is said that even if you lose half of your brain, you can grow it back.

Naturally, other organs are no longer a problem.

Its blood has corrosive properties that even vampires hate it!

For the average vigilante, it is better to encounter invisible ghosts than such abominations.

For no other reason, lizardmen are really difficult for ordinary people to kill.

All the attacks and pain only provoke it, sending it into even more terrifying rage and rage.

The question is, how did an ordinary person suddenly become a lizardman?

Could it be ...... Inlayer?

Chaplin didn't have time to think deeply, he pulled out the silver matchbox that Mr. Langdon had gifted, put his thumb against the drawer, and pushed it open.

I saw a fat maggot lying quietly in the matchbox.

When the matchbox is opened, the maggot cocks its head slightly, then ...... There is no then.

"I knew it was this!"

Chaplin, who had a hint of anticipation, felt a half chill in his heart, he had actually guessed this possibility a long time ago.

For Langdon, the only transcendent items that can be mass-produced are maggots.

The greatest significance of the existence of this maggot is probably to notify Mr. Langdon and provide the coordinates for positioning!

"I'll hold it back, and you'll take the opportunity to escape, understand?"

Chaplin yelled at Roxani and jumped to the side, firing his gun, drawing the lizardman's attention.

Bang bang!

Two gunshots rang out, and two bullets mixed with the powder of the werewolf's minions shot the lizardman in the chest, one after the other.

The first one is on the dark blue scales, painted with a touch of carbon, and a few scales are lifted;

The second bullet, along the path of the first, burrowed into the scales, blasting fist-sized gaps in the tender flesh.

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This is a terrifying injury that is difficult for werewolves to create.

However, the wound was visible to the naked eye and quickly healed.

The alloy projectile embedded in the flesh and blood was even more corroded in the pungent green smoke.

But in a single breath, the dark blue scales grew neatly, as if nothing had happened.

All that was left was more and more manic rage!

"Roar—"

The lizardman burst into blood, roared, spread his legs, and rushed over as if the sky was shaking.

The sturdy body rolls up the whistling current, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

Chaplin held his breath and stared at the lizardman's movements, raising his hand for a shot as he approached and swung his giant claws down.

He didn't look at the results and went around to the back of the steamer.

As a veteran vigilante, he knows that the only advantage that ordinary people have over lizardmen is the relative agility of their short stature.

With the help of obstacles, mediation and delay will be his only chance of life.

As long as he could hold out until Mr. Langdon arrived, he would be saved.

However, this was Chaplin's first time facing a lizardman, and despite his combat experience, he seemed to have forgotten that the enemy would not fall into his cat-catching rhythm.

When he shot the lizardman's palm, the lizardman's other claw was already slapping over.

Even if there is a hot steamer in front of you, you can still smash it!

"Kacha!"

Where can the tin pot withstand the lizardmen's slapping? Suddenly it burst with a bang, and the hot wort gushed out.

Chaplin, who was hiding behind the steamer, was caught off guard and was directly poured into the heart!

However, compared to wort, which has a maximum temperature of only 100 degrees Celsius, the higher upper limit of high-temperature steam is the biggest killer.

"Hmm-"

Under the steam, Chaplin snorted.

The body's protective mechanism made him not feel pain, but felt very hot.

He rolled over in terror and fled to another obstacle, only to find that his arms and cheeks were tingling and the world was covered with blood.

Looking at the arm again, it is already pink like steamed shrimp, and a transparent film is rolled up on the surface.

"Damn it!"

Chaplin was so annoyed that he had to grease the soles of his feet and flee to the depths of the steaming room, while taking the opportunity to complete the reloading!

For a time, one man and one beast, in the pursuit and escape, turned the steaming room upside down!

Chaplin, who had tested the lizardmen's defensive level, completely gave up the idea of killing him, and even stopped shooting back.

Only when the lizardman is close will it be shot twice, delaying its movements.

But the chase didn't last long.

Chaplin was just an ordinary person after all.

Mo said that he had been scalded by the heat, and even if he was not injured, he would not be able to run away from the pursuit of the lizardmen.

Or rather, lizardfolk can make mistakes countless times.

And he only needs to make a mistake once, and he is dead.

He still made a mistake after all.

In a retreat and a shot, he stepped on a pile of rotten malt lakes, stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Fack!"

Chaplin cursed, but before he could get up quickly, a heart-warming shadow fell down, making him subconsciously look back.

I saw that the ugly monster with a faint blue scale light was already standing in front of him, raising its claws with a hideous face and slapping it fiercely.

The indescribable feeling of suffocation left Chaplin's mind blank.

"Bang-"

A popping sound unique to a shotgun explodes in the air.

In an instant, the whistling claws burst into mid-air.

The foul-smelling, corrosive liquid spilled down, ablating the debut blood hole on Chaplin's body.

Chaplin didn't notice it, and looked at it with the rest of his life.

I saw Loxani standing in the doorway, holding up a double-barreled shotgun emitting smoke from birds.

- She went and returned, and got a shotgun from the carriage.

"Run—"

Chaplin's eyes widened and he let out a hysterical rant.

If the shotgun had worked, he wouldn't have chosen to mediate in the steam room before.

"Roar—"

The lizardman, who had been blown off half of his palm, became more and more angry, and when he looked at Roxani, he raised his foot and stepped into Chaplin's abdomen, twisted it hard, and crushed the rotten tomato-like flesh before turning around and rushing towards Roxani.

Loxani didn't run away!

She stood in place, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, her hands did not move like a mountain, holding a shotgun, and she pulled the trigger continuously with a "bang bang bang".

The lead single-headed bullet far beyond the power of the revolver, one hole at a time, tore through the lizardman's armor defenses and shattered the beating heart of the winter.

However...... All this is meaningless!

The super resilience that comes with IQ is a gifted gift that can recover even if the brain is damaged.

What is a mere heart injury?

Almost instantly, the lizardman bullied closer.

Loxani froze.

A newcomer is a newcomer, and she overestimated herself and underestimated Chaplin after all.

Chaplin, an old bird who has been able to live until now, how can he be a simple person who is afraid of war?

At this moment, Roxani could even smell a corrosive smell similar to sulfur, which was the smell of lizardman blood.

She finally understood why the death rate of the Sheriff's Office was so high.

But it was too late.

Regret it?

Maybe!

Wait a minute!

On the occasion of life and death, Loxani, who realized it later, suddenly thought of something?

She dropped her shotgun, pulled out a silver matchbox, opened it, and held it in front of her eyes, as if holding an exorcism mirror, pointing at a monster from afar.

Chaplin, who was dying, looked at this scene, and for some reason, a trace of mockery subconsciously appeared in his dying heart.

Useless......

Langdon is just a low-level setter!

It's too far away from the town after all.

"Roar!"

At this time, the lizardman had already slain closer, and it raised its claws high, crackling down, and the tips of its claws shot like a falling star!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a sound of flesh and blood colliding suddenly exploded in the steaming room.

Chaplin, who witnessed all this, even if his life was dissipating and he was about to die, was stunned at this moment.