149. Hunting, the second nocturnal species
Dean cleaned the room, woke up the front desk to compensate for the damage, and then stood at the door of the hotel until the Leo father and daughter entered Camille's room.
He drove into the rain and chased down a red chain that floated in the torrential rain, the frantically spinning wheels that made the water splash on the road.
In less than five minutes, he found an abandoned red Ford pickup truck on the side of the road, four shriveled tires and no one in the car.
Outside the car, there was a strange middle-aged man in a coma, and the hedgehog head was still moving at high speed in the direction of the outside of the city.
"The hedgehog head snatched a car? But didn't kill anyone? β
Dean placed the man under a dry roof and continued to track.
In about 20 minutes, Bronco took the I-80 highway east out of downtown Des Moines, along the dark, open plains of Iowa to Illinois.
A certain moment.
The red chains floating in the air became thick as blood, and Dean saw a Mercury station wagon parked on the side of the road, half of its body sunk into the wet clay dirt, the driver's door ajar, and no one in the car.
On the right side of the car stands a dense cornfield, and the tender green corn stalks are densely intertwined, and with the violent storm, a sea of green is waved.
Scarlet chains pierce into the depths.
Dean stepped on the slimy mud and followed.
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500 meters.
400 meters.
300 meters...
The distance is rapidly shortened.
The dark thunderstorm clouds above the cornfield exploded into a terrifying yellow and silver light, like a terrifying beast floating behind the clouds and roaring.
Dean spread his hands out, and two seconds later grabbed a TAC-50 that was more than a meter long and painted orange-yellow.
He controls the muscles of his body with his breathing... Hold the handle with your right hand, pull the trigger with your index finger, hold the butt with the five fingers of your left hand and force evenly, and place the rear butt in the shoulder socket below the collarbone.
Slowly approaching with a sniper rifle, the wind, the rain, and the thunder obscured his footsteps, heartbeat, breathing, and body odor.
Dean made it to the end of the chain, and God's perspective swept away.
A creature covered in a barren mane with a sharp mane like a steel needle, crawling like a four-legged beast on a mutilated boar.
The poor beast was rubbed to reveal large scarlet musculature tissue, and even a piece of flesh had been bitten off its buttocks.
Springs of blood gushing from wounds gushed out in all directions, gathering in shocking pools of blood on the muddy ground!
The monster opened its bloody mouth and kept leaning down to probe the boar's neck, chest and abdomen.
A mouth full of steel teeth easily takes off a piece of flesh between opening and closing, tilts its head, squirms in its throat, and swallows it in its stomach without chewing.
It let out a whine of satisfaction with a circle of blood red around its mouth, and a bloody bullet hole in its back visibly began to heal to the naked eye.
At this moment, the rain pillars flying in the sky seemed to turn into thousands of sharp arrows and fell on Dean, stabbing his heart twitching.
This monster actually eats wild boar, why not eat the driver who was unconscious on the side of the road before, is it still nocturnal?
But Dean only hesitated for a second, bowed his head and cheeks expressionlessly, and opened his eyes to the front line.
All parts of the body work together to form a stable and rigid structure with the TAC-50.
The swarthy and cold muzzle of the gun is aimed at the feasting monster and pulls the trigger!
Bang!
Gunshots!
A cloud of white smoke swept away in the dim mid-air, the falling rain was pushed around by a powerful wave of air, and a terrifying noise echoed in the cornfield!
The unsuspecting hedgehog head was swung at the back of the head, sparks mixed with flesh and blood, and a white skull was blown into the air by the bullet.
At the same time, an invisible and powerful telekinesis locked its crumbling body after being hit hard, leaving it standing and becoming a living target.
Bang!
Bang!
The second shot, the third shot ...
The gunfire was deafening.
Dean approached quickly, pulling the trigger with his right index finger, and the TAC-50's powerful recoil pushed his shoulders to shrug.
But superman's physique and strength kept him on target, and every time the sniper rifle rang out, a bullet roared and hit the monster that was immobilized by telekinesis in the distance.
The splattered blood mixed with bone fragments pulled out clear lines of blood in the torrential rain!
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Two seconds.
Bullets run out.
One shot hit the target's head, and four shots hit the torso, creating a terrifying bloody hole, and then being stuck in the bones as hard as steel.
Dean quickly reloaded, ready to continue the second round of close-range sniping.
But the hedgehog head, which had been hit hard by the sneak attack, suddenly burst out with great force to break free from the shackles of telekinesis, screaming, and sliding into the dense cornfields next to it with its hands and feet on the ground against the muddy ground.
In the blink of an eye, he ran out of God's view, hiding in the corn, and circled around Dean at a gallop.
The bulky sniper rifle couldn't lock onto a high-speed moving target, so Dean put it into the fantasy space and pulled out a new weapon-
Colt M1911A1 on the left hand, Browning M1900 on the right.
At the same time, "Shadow" activated his telekinesis to synchronously manipulate the board to circle around Dean's body like a satellite.
Call... Suck...
He closed his eyes and slowly paced in place, his hands separated into obtuse angles, the muzzle of his gun moving towards the cornclumps around him, trying to track the hedgehog head at the end of the red chain.
The wind is blowing.
The corn stalks shook.
The hunter and the prey faced each other in the cornfield for ten seconds.
Dean suddenly looked dazed, his hands were clasped with guns, and the whistling bullets and the air-swept silver shuttle pierced through the cornbushes.
Shoot at a massive black shadow that is serpenting towards him.
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But the monster was so fast that it was like an untouchable shadow, and the bullet burst into a bullet hole in the wet ground beneath its feet, breaking through the skin and getting stuck in the bone.
The meteor-like slab opened a shallow bloody hole in its neck.
At the same time, it also stepped over thirty meters, and pounced in front of Dean with its hands like steel pincers.
Grab!
The ugly face covered with barbed spikes and black veins magnified infinitely in Dean's pupils, and the sharp teeth covered with blood and minced flesh spewed out a fishy wind that made him want to vomit!
At the same time, a pale green gas emanated from the thick pores under its mane and drifted into Dean's nose.
Dean was shocked, his spirit was in a trance for a moment, and then he was hugged by the hedgehog's head and fell into the mud!
A man and a beast tumbled violently on the ground.
The muddy water splashed, and the cold and shining steel mane around the hedgehog head pressed above shot out like a crossbow arrow, and the boom... The ghost armor on Dean's body flickered a dozen times in a row, and then it was bounced into the cornfield, but it didn't do any damage.
Dean, who was pressed to the ground, finally recovered from his trance, held his breath to prevent the interference of poisonous gas, and the muscles under his sleeves rose and fell like loaches, coupled with the assistance of telekinesis, he broke off the hedgehog head and hugged his hands.
Kick both feet and kick it in the middle of the abdomen to send it flying two meters.
Dean stood up again with his legs straight, pushed by telekinesis.
With a volley of both hands, the M1911 and M1900 flew into the palm of their hands, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the ugly head half a meter apart, and it was pulled.
Bang bang!
The hedgehog's head shook, and two more bright red warheads appeared in the center of his forehead, and it reached out nonchalantly, shook off, and pounced on it with thunder, turning its arms like two iron pillars like a windmill, and the steel manes that stood up all around it shot at Dean.
Dean didn't take a step back, and pulled the trigger with both hands waving at him.
The right foot struck a whip leg at the lower body like lightning, and the telekinesis volley manipulated the board to cross the monster's left heel.
The sound of gunshots, fists and feet, sharp blades cutting, and the sound of steel needles breaking through the air suppressed the noise of the torrential rain.
The air stands still for a moment!
Dean kicked him in the crotch, slicing his heel open and shooting the skin with both shots.
The monster's steel mane was blocked by the ghost armor, and a pair of iron arms slammed into Dean's side face, and the huge force instantly fanned him backwards and fell to the ground.
But before the monster could chase him, Dean activated his telekinesis, and a strange zombie stepped forward and stood up to meet it again!
Bang!
A silver bolt of lightning illuminated the dim sky, illuminating the two desperate figures in the cornfield, and with each fist and kick exchange, large patches of blood, sweat, mixed with minced flesh and hair kept falling to the ground under the feet of both sides.
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Dean attacked frantically around the monster, and with the blessing of lv3 fighting, he kicked the crotch, amputated the leg and kicked, locked the throat, double-peaked piercing the ears, half-step collapse fist, inch fist... All kinds of killer moves in a row!
Telekinesis manipulation M1911A1 sneak attack on the back.
Dean uses the M1900 to fight in close quarters, alternating punches, kicks and shots, both offensive and defensive.
As soon as the magazine was empty, as soon as he let go, the gun automatically reloaded with his telekinesis.
And his ammunition reserves are almost endless, and the offensive is like a tidal wave.
The muzzle flashes, the bullets buzz, and the punches and kicks that hit the vital points and the elusive telekinesis, the triple offensive is smoothly connected.
At the same time, the ghost armor resists the sharp steel needles, and holds the gas against the poisonous gas.
The hedgehog head used all his might.
But it was perfectly restrained, and at first it could barely hit Dean a few moves, but gradually the dense wounds on his body deteriorated, and his physical energy was rapidly drained with the sprayed blood, and his wheezing sound became heavy... The speed and strength quickly weakened, and only the strength to parry remained.
Two minutes later.
Dean ducked the hedgehog's swung arms, his wrists fluttered, the muzzle of the gun turned up, and the blood-stained .44 Magnum roared through its jaw and pierced through its side face!
Flesh and blood!
The monster let out a faint cry of pain and retreated three meters like lightning, but staggered weakly.
Dean seized the opportunity to unleash his telekinesis to lift its body, fly thirty meters into the air, and throw it down.
Poof!
The ground was a mess of rotten flesh, and the hedgehog's head was covered with blood holes and his body with twisted limbs collapsed in the cornfield, in front of a man with a gun in both hands and a black trench coat fluttering like dragon wings.
Every inch of its skin, every hair of hair, trembled like an electric shock, and the originally thick steel mane on its ugly face was polished, revealing a large black pore like a speck, and there was not a drop of green poisonous gas left in the pores.
It completely lost its threat, and there was still one breath left.
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In less than three minutes, the battle ended.
Dean exhaled, enjoying the aftermath of the battle, while wrapping his dim ghost armor and retreating to avoid a deathly counterattack.
When he fought with another nocturnal snake-haired man, he used all his means, using his Achilles' heel, the sun, to lose half his life before killing the other party.
And now, this time, his strength and weapons and equipment have improved tremendously, unscathed, and before he can perform tricks such as telekinesis flight, he has made the stronger nocturnal species kneel in front of him.
Only the Spectre Armor is running out.
He did feel his progress.
But at this moment, when death was imminent, there was no despair, resentment, or reluctance in the monster's dark eyes, but a sense of relief and honesty, as if seeing an old acquaintance.
"I saw you in my dreams, I knew you would come, I have been waiting for you."
The hoarse voice like a file echoed in the torrential rain, this was the first communication since the beginning of the fierce battle, but this is the reality, the real battle of life and death, until the end is decided, every nonsense is a fatal flaw!
It's just that the beginning of the exchange was completely unexpected by Dean, he was all deformed, how could the other party have seen this face and come as soon as he opened his mouth?
"I also saw in my dreams a porcupine in human skin, suffering in hell."
"Don't believe me? In my dream, I have 'two faces'. β
Dean's face sank, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at its head, "Don't mention any two faces to me, if you don't want to disappear completely, just be honest, what kind of poison did you put on Camille, how to save her?" β
An ugly smile appeared at the corner of the hedgehog head's mouth, and his voice was rough, like a mummy that had been dusty for thousands of years, squirming gently in the bandage,
"Poison? No. Camille is a beautiful and unique woman who is enough to make the hearts of all men, so I just did the most sacred thing between a man and a woman with her... You should know that for non-human beings like us, it's hard to find a compatible mate. β
"But I didn't hurt a finger on her face, she can recover completely with a little rest, and she will be healthier and stronger in the future."
Dean was in a mixed mood, the sacred thing?
So those two tentacles are the tools of its inheritance, and Camille has been planted by it?
But Dean realized another major mistake in the other party's words,
"What do you mean by an inhuman being like us? You're a monster, but I'm not! β
Not long ago, the medical report clearly stated that he was a pure human being.
It smiled, and a strange color flashed in its single eye, "Human beings always love to wear masks to hide their true selves, and they always love to deceive themselves with boring lies." β
"But don't you feel the change in yourself? You're getting real... You'll eventually remove the mask of hypocrisy with your own hands, revealing a second face underneath, the same face as mine! β
Dean stood on end for a moment, his slightly sweaty fingers tightened the trigger retainer, and the muzzle of the gun was close to its one-eyed,
"Do it, give me relief, but I know what's going to happen next-" The hedgehog head vomited a puddle of blood, and smiled freely, every pit on his face stretched, "Die at your hand, and I will wash away my sins and be redeemed!" β
Dean sarcastically said,
"What qualifies a man-eating monster for salvation? God will not take you away. β
"We don't believe in God... And each nocturnal species is a unique existence, not all of them surrender to gluttony, I have never eaten a human since I was driven out of Midian, I hide in human form, waiting to die honorably in the battle with you today... Finally, return to Midian, where you are welcomed. β
Dean clearly remembers that the former gorgony had said something similar,
"You... Why the hell do you say that, why me? β
"Because He has seen you." Its one-eye locked onto Dean, flashing a blood-red light, and its voice became sickly high-pitched with a unique rhythm, as if it were possessed by a demon, and it declared feverishly,
"A great destiny is in your favor, the eternal Paphra is marked on you, Midian, the kingdom of the night, opens its doors to you, and the hotbed of blood fills you!"
Dean shook his head suddenly, a strange feeling of dizziness choked his mind, and he hallucinated, and when he looked up, the thunderstorm clouds in the sky darkened, and behind the clouds swam a pair of huge friendless eyeball-like outlines.
"What's the Buffalo?"
"Go ahead... Continue north... The answer lies in Athabascaβ" The monster suddenly lowered its head weakly, and its voice weakened, extinguishing like a candle in the wind.
"The pool of blood fills you..."
"Midian... Lamboton is back..."
Seeing that the other party was about to breathe, Dean raised his hand and shot the ugly hedgehog head, and with an abnormal coolness flowing into his body, a hint flashed in front of his eyes:
You kill the nocturnal Lambton, proficiency +10, shooting lv3 (145β155/400), the supernatural hunter activates, and you drain 1 power.
Power: 13.1β14.1
Dean squinted his eyes as he felt the power surging between his limbs, the tingling and itching sensation that sprung up from the cracks in his bones.
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In front of him, the fallen Lamberton was like a punctured water bag, streams of blood and flesh gushing out from the countless wounds crisscrossing like cobwebs, and then being drained by a mysterious force in the dark void.
Its originally tall and strong body seemed to have gone through thousands of years in the blink of an eye, weathered into a blackened and flattened humanoid skin, clinging to the muddy cornfield, washed away by the torrential rain, and diluted into air.
It disappeared completely, leaving no trace except for a blood-stained pair of suspender jeans.
Dean was bathed in the pouring rain and stared at the scene quietly, a blank look flashing in his eyes.
Paphers, Brand, Blood Pool, North Athabasca... One mystery after another, he couldn't figure it out for a while.
Dean shook his head, withdrew his gun, and examined the board, but there was no response, and like the gorgon, the hedgehog head's dead soul was gone.
And in the system, the event - the cheating wife progress is ninety percent.
"Ten percent more, go back and see Camille to confirm the situation."
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