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There's something behind me! This realization chilled me. I didn't feel the danger at all, and I didn't hear any sounds that made me anxious. This is not like the sign of Giant Bat. Before they appear, they will make a noise that makes me feel uneasy. What appears behind me is more like an e-like monster, appearing silently. I am even more afraid of this monster Giant Bat. Although Giant Bat has strong light-absorbing properties, it is impossible to accurately determine its location. However, the ultrasonic waves it emits are so strong that humans can feel them, and its appearance is not very concealed. Also, it is afraid of fire. This shortcoming is common to almost all animals, but if we identify it, we can find ways to deal with it. The e-like Blood-Eyed Monster is obviously not afraid of fire. It stole the Roasted Bat from the campfire to prove this. Its protective color and weird behavior make us more difficult to guard against than the Giant Bat. In this way, Blood-Eyed Monster has almost no shortcomings for us, and we have no way to prevent its sudden attack on us. I was sitting on the ground drying clothes. This posture made it impossible for me to react quickly, unlike Jack who was obviously ready to pounce and could jump over my head in an instant. It seemed that his childish actions just now were to paralyze the opponent and try to move his body. But I'm still more puzzled by his behavior. No matter what appears behind me, his actions to confuse the opponent are not as effective as reminding me directly, because both weapons are beside me. If I were reminded in time, I think whether it is ak47 or Micro Submachine Gun The bullets are more lethal than the stones he throws. But there was no time to complain. The moment Jack jumped over my head, I threw away the clothes in my hands and fell backwards. During this process, I held the gun, turned around, and pressed One-Eyed Beast Flashlight at the same time. I didn't even expect that I would complete this series of actions in an instant. Maybe the strong danger inspired my potential. The first thing that appears in Flashlight is Jack's back. In his hand he held a double-edged sword, with terrifyingly sharp serrations on the back. It is very different from the bayonet of the AK47, and it is also different from the dagger I carry with me. It should be US military equipment. Jack was rushing forward, but the way he moved was very strange. Instead of moving forward in the most time-saving and rapid straight line, he was very erratic, and his body swayed from side to side to a large extent. It felt to me as if he hadn't fully recovered from the paralysis caused by the insect's poison, or maybe he was hungry and weak, with no roots under his feet. Anyway, the way he was going made me feel bad. I didn't rush forward with him. I have a long-range attack weapon in my hand, so rushing over to fight him hand to hand is the stupidest method. I quickly got up and took a half-crouched position, holding One-Eyed Beast Flashlight's left hand to hold the gun body, Muzzle and Flashlight pointing forward in a straight line. The metal butt rested on my Right Shoulder, and I was ready to shoot at any moment.
In the next moment, cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
The light from the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight flickered through the gaps created by Jack's movements, illuminating the creature that filled me with dread. Yes, I was not mistaken; not far in front of Jack lay a Crimson Eyes monster.
There was no doubt about it. The stone Jack had thrown struck it, hitting one of its eyes and causing green blood to flow out. The thick green blood trickled down its gray face, slowly dripping onto the ground.
For the first time, this monster revealed its teeth to me. They were like sharp spikes, lacking any flat surfaces; this was a purely carnivorous beast.
I felt a twinge of jealousy towards Jack; he had made this Monster feel threatened, while the creature regarded me with disdain.
The Monster did not charge at Jack or me. However, it wasn't just standing still waiting for Jack to approach. Through the gaps in Jack's frantic movements, I saw a long, bare tail repeatedly lash out at him. Jack was constantly swaying his body, likely trying to dodge that tail.
I had seen this monster once before; there was no way I would let it scare me into sweating again. What worried me now was that Jack's erratic movements made it impossible for me to aim at the creature. If only he would stop for a few seconds, I could take it down easily. But Jack's movements were completely unpredictable, leaving me no opportunity to fire. If I shot recklessly, I would most likely hit Jack first.
I steadied the Flashlight and Muzzle and shouted ahead, "Get down, Jack!"
I thought Jack would understand my meaning, but he seemed not to hear and continued to move closer to the Monster. I heard the Long-Tailed whip crack against the ground with a loud 'thwack,' as if that tail felt no pain.
Jack was driving me crazy; one good hit from that tail could either kill him or break his bones. Was it really necessary to confront it head-on?
I didn't mean to curse Jack, but misfortune struck him nonetheless; he finally got hit by that Long-Tailed whip. I saw his body jump up suddenly, unsure if he had been lifted off the Ground or if he had jumped on his own.
With Jack's body momentarily off the Ground, I finally had a brief window to aim directly at the Blood-Eyed Monster. But just before I could pull the trigger, the Monster moved again, instantly robbing me of my shooting angle.
Furious, I cursed loudly this time at both of them.
I could no longer remain calm. I was fairly certain that Jack had been flung into the air by the Long-Tailed Beast. As Jack's body went out of control, that Long-Tailed Beast coiled around his waist and pulled him backward.
The Long-Tailed Beast was powerful; I saw Jack flying like a cannonball toward the Blood-Eyed Monster. At the same time, the Monster stood up abruptly, facing Jack, its two dark claws lunging forward.
If those claws struck him, I estimated that even a medical professor from Duke University wouldn't be able to save him. Of course, first, we would need to confirm that he actually had a Master's degree in medicine from Duke University.
I couldn't just stand by and watch Jack get torn apart, nor did I expect either of them to give me a clear shot. I tossed aside my flashlight, drew my dagger, and shouted as I charged at the monster. I could run straight toward it; its tail was wrapped around Jack, and it had no second tail to attack me.
Fortunately, my flashlight was still shining ahead. The moment I jumped, I saw Jack fall. It was as if the monster had been drawn to my voice and abandoned its plan to dismember Jack.
But I quickly realized that wasn't the case. The instant Jack hit the ground, the Monster leaped up and let out a sharp scream for the first time. It sounded like a mouse but was many times louder—a piercing "squeak."
Clearly, it was injured.
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