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Under the glow of the flashlight, the blood-soaked Fatty faced off against the Humanoid Monster, which had only half a head left, mere inches apart in a tense standoff.
Perhaps it was an overinflated sense of confidence, or maybe a miscalculation of the situation, but Fatty had smoke rising from both hands. He had already pulled the pins from his White Phosphorus Incendiary Grenade and a regular Grenade.
Watching the scene unfold before me, I felt on the verge of breaking down. I couldn't help Fatty; all I could do was shout desperately, "Throw it! Do you want to blow yourself up?!"
The Humanoid Monster, having lost its ears and eyes, still seemed to possess some hearing. At my shout, both the Humanoid Monster and Fatty turned their heads toward me simultaneously.
The remaining mouth on the Humanoid Monster moved slightly, producing a chaotic sound that resembled neither human speech nor any known language. But I quickly realized it was mimicking human sounds.
This thing was incredibly evil and terrifying.
Fatty, covered in blood, flashed me a horrific smile. Yet at the same time, he thrust both hands forward, shoving the smoking Grenade and White Phosphorus Incendiary Grenade into the gaping hole in the Humanoid Monster's chest.
Then I saw Fatty make a move that had once been mocked by Linghu Chong—his rear end dropped back in a graceful manner.
"Boom."
The explosion at such close range did not affect me or Fatty; it occurred entirely within the Humanoid Monster's body.
The massive blast sent the Humanoid Monster leaping into the air. Flames erupted from within it, instantly transforming it into a gigantic Humanoid Torch.
At that moment, the flashlight seemed unnecessary. The enormous Humanoid Torch not only illuminated our target with incredible clarity but also lit up our surroundings as if it were broad daylight.
"Throw two more Grenades! We need to blow it apart to have any chance of burning it to death."
Fatty lay on the ground, shouting hoarsely. It seemed that while the backward fall had saved his life, the impact was severe enough that he couldn't get up for a while. He didn't even have the strength to throw a hand grenade; otherwise, he would have preferred to handle this situation independently.
I shone my flashlight at the Humanoid Monster's severed hand, shaking it to make sure Fatty understood what I was indicating. "It's useless; its regeneration ability is too strong. Killing it seems unrealistic, and it's hard to even hold it off for long. Maybe we really need to destroy the Eternal Gate to kill it."
Under the beam of my flashlight, the Humanoid Monster's severed hand miraculously began to heal, even the finger that had disappeared was restored perfectly. The other hand, which had just been blown apart, was also recovering at a visibly rapid pace. It was as if an invisible human body printer was rapidly reconstructing the Humanoid Monster's damaged form.
"Damn," Fatty cursed as he got up and staggered downstream toward the Underground River. I cursed as well and moved in the opposite direction.
The Humanoid Monster, which should have lost its hearing and sight due to its missing ears and eyes, seemed not to have lost its ability to track us. It appeared more fixated on Fatty, its massive body swaying slightly after being blasted before it lifted its leg and charged after him. It must have been enraged by Fatty's provocation and attacks, with such a clear target in sight while completely ignoring me.
However, the blazing fire from the Humanoid Monster forced me back, making it impossible for me to get close as I had to retreat from the intense heat. As a result, Fatty and I were separated by the Humanoid Monster; he ran ahead while I chased after it from behind. The scene was bizarre and absurd.
But I couldn't laugh. Fatty was equally frantic in front of me. We were like Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies separated by a river—able to see each other but unable to reach one another.
"I'm going for it. Let's kill it here; otherwise, you won't escape."
Hearing Fatty about to act recklessly again made me shout, "Don't flatter yourself! It's chasing you, not me! If you're scared, just admit it; don't drag me into this!"
Fatty cursed loudly again before desperately running forward.
He couldn't stop at all; the Humanoid Torch was right behind him. If he slowed down even a little, the flames would scorch him. At this moment, he couldn't even think about confronting the Humanoid Monster; stopping meant certain death.
He was the first to lose his life, without even a chance to fight back.
I was in an even worse situation. Fatty had a clear direction; as long as he had the stamina to keep running and maintained his speed, he could reach the end of the Underground River and find the entrance to the Eternal Gate. But I was trapped behind the Humanoid Monster with no way out.
The Humanoid Torch illuminated the path, allowing me to see my surroundings clearly. As we reached the downstream section of the Underground River, the path became very narrow. Although the Humanoid Monster was massive, it couldn't block this stretch of road. However, the heat radiating from its burning body could easily do that.
Its enormous frame and long legs showed no fear of obstacles that would be considered pitfalls for us, allowing it to run straight down the center of the passage without needing to dodge or maneuver. The intense heat generated by its flaming body meant that no matter which side I tried to pass it on, I would be scorched by its flames.
This forced me to follow closely behind it while maintaining a safe distance.
However, there was an advantage to running behind it; I could clearly observe certain issues. After following it for a short while, I noticed an interesting yet terrifying phenomenon. Its unsteady gait wasn't due to injury but rather because it hadn't adapted to its new body.
From my position behind it, I could see that Fatty had lodged a Grenade and a White Phosphorus Incendiary Grenade inside it, which had undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow. Its body was riddled with holes, and White Phosphorus Residue ignited by Heimanluo's flames burst forth from countless openings, creating a dazzling display of fire.
Moreover, these fiery holes showed no signs of healing; instead, they were slowly expanding. This meant that fire still harmed it, albeit not as noticeably as before.
The flames burned upward, causing its upper body—especially what remained of its half-melted head—to dissolve like spring snow under the intense heat. Even its arms were engulfed in flames, struggling between destruction and rebirth.
However, its lower body, with two strong legs, was spared from harm, and its steps gradually became steadier. It was slowly adapting to this new form.
After reaching this conclusion, I decisively took action, firing bullets from my automatic pistol at its legs.
As expected, with the sound of gunfire, the Humanoid Monster staggered even more as bullets pierced its legs.
Fatty heard the gunshots and realized I had engaged the Humanoid Monster, but he had no way to turn back. Frantically running ahead, he cursed under his breath. He was almost propelled forward by the flames, which were so hot that they singed the little hair he had just grown. I even worried that the Grenade and incendiary device hanging from his clothes would explode from the heat.
I watched as Heimanluo's steps became increasingly unsteady and suddenly came up with an idea for an escape plan. (To Be Continued...)
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