If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 903 Power
Four days early in the morning, the huntress came to the middle of a frozen lake deep in the taiga.

She stood beside the half-dug ice hole, squatted down, and turned over the corpse lying on the side of the ice hole, revealing the blood-red frosty face.

"Shot to death." The huntress looked at the disgusting rotten face, and guessed the cause of his death. There was only one bullet left in the shotgun that was taken away by the little girl. It was obvious that the girl didn't waste that much time. An important shot, which cold-bloodedly and cruelly sent the hounds chasing her to the cemetery.

After inspecting the corpse, the huntress turned her head to look around the frozen lake. She probably knew that the first place of death of the corpse was not here. He was moved here after being shot dead. As for the purpose
She squatted down on the spot, pulled out a wooden spike cut to the length of a dagger from the side of the shoe, and opened the clothes on the back of the corpse. Below was the spine of the corpse, and there was a deep wound on the left and right sides of the vertebrae. It seemed that two pieces of meat had been cut off abruptly.

The huntress covered the corpse's clothes again. She stood up and glanced around. She found the ice and dragged the corpse to leave bloodstains all the way out of the frozen lake and into the coniferous forest.

After the blizzard that night, the coniferous forest did not have any more snow, which greatly helped the huntress to track in the forest. She followed the blood trail from the corpse on the snow and tracked for about 200 meters. Then she stopped suddenly.

The huntress quietly took the wooden bow off her back and held it in her hand, and her steps became more cautious, trying to eliminate all footsteps in the snow.

Her position is at the downwind of the forest, which is why she can smell the disgustingly thick bloody smell in advance, and the thermal movement of gas molecules will be reduced in the ice and snow, but it is completely impossible to do so Hide the horrific scene of hell ahead.

The huntress turned over a snow hill, and the moment she landed, she drew her arrow and set her bow in front of her. After her gaze was fixed, she was stunned for a few seconds, and then slowly put down the bow and arrow in her hand.

Under the stench soaring into the sky, the end of the huntress' eyes was the hideous corpses piled up all over the ground. The frozen black and red blood covered the entire snow field like mud, and the corpses crowded on the snow covered a large area of ​​the ground. Severed limbs and chunks of ice-holed flesh everywhere.

Corpses, all corpses, densely packed corpses.

This is simply a slaughterhouse. Tons of "meat" are chopped up by the blade and thrown on the ground. The only word in my mind is "rotten meat".

The most frightening thing is that the limbs slaughtered by running water do not even belong to humans. They are covered with crocodile-like scales and sharp claws like ligers, and the heads buried in the snow alone are exposed to the sky. A devil's face twisted like bark.

Those devils in the coniferous forest, they experienced a massacre like a meat grinder, and they were all wiped out here.

The huntress paddled down the snow hill, keeping the bow and arrow half-opened in her hand. She walked forward slowly, passed through the pile of corpses and came to the deepest place, under a thick and huge coniferous tree.

She squatted under the coniferous tree, and looked back at the smelly corpses on the ground behind her. It was not difficult to see that these monsters all died around the tree, and the branches were very dense.

It seems that they were all attacking the conifer tree at some time last night, but they ran into a never-ending cutter, and none of the Deadpool could break through the three-meter range of the conifer tree.

She turned her head back, thought for a moment, and rummaged under the coniferous tree. As expected, after only a short search, she tore off a branch covered with snow, exposing the man-made hole. There is no one in the tree hole, but there are still moss, leaves and branches left.

"What the hell?" the huntress murmured in a low voice, looking back at the corpse closest to the tree hole.

She stepped forward and hooked the black cloaked devil with her toes, and the hideous wound from the abdominal cavity to the spiral mouth was exposed, as if some sharp weapon cut the monster vertically. Operation.

The huntress squatted down, her eyes slowly slid along the open wound. The ribs in the abdomen of the corpse, which were several times the size of humans, were like the teeth of some kind of ferocious beast, but they were all cut off neatly. It was damaged, and the gastric juice comparable to sulfuric acid corroded everything, leaving only a puddle of black paste like mud.

The huntress' gaze stopped at the upper lip of the corpse, because the wound ended there, and then checked the other parts of the corpse, and found that the two legs with bent joints were all piercing wounds. But these small injuries They were all insignificant things, and what was truly fatal was this terrifying tearing wound.

She took a step back, estimated the approximate location, then pulled out the short wooden thorn, thrust it forward several times and then raised it, and did not give up trying until several times.

"...how did you do it?" She whispered to herself, raised her head and looked forward, the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood seemed to return to last night before her eyes.

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The black tide rolled over the white snow, they followed the alluring aroma of deadly poison in the air, the snake's tongue swirled between the fangs, and the acid-like saliva dripped and melted on the snow. A charred black hole.

Evil ones, filthy spirits, enemies, and evil spirits, there are many different names for them in different places in this world, but they can't change their essence no matter what.Deadpool.

Degenerate half-breeds, irrational beasts, they should have been hiding in the dark alleys waiting to be hunted by the half-breed party, but now they have come out in full force in this uninhabited forest.

Deadpool, who was first knocked into the air by the trap in the bush, finally escaped from the weight of the crossbar. It was the closest to the girl with her back facing him in front of the tree hole, and was stimulated by the fragrance dozens of times stronger than before. It looked a little anxious.

The wounds on its body will definitely put it at a disadvantage in the subsequent food sharing of its companions. If it is unlucky, it may even be eaten by the rest of its companions. Under the desire for poisonous flesh and blood, its scarred hind limbs Suddenly tightened, like a hammer, shot out in 1/100th of a second.

The Deadpool melted into the night at this moment, its speed was so fast that it could not be caught by the naked eye, this time it pounced at the cost of its hind legs, with a strong murderous intent and stench towards the tree hole girl.

In front of the tree hole, the little girl suddenly flickered. This process was very spooky and frightening. Because she didn't stand up or turn around at all.It's like the heart-stopping flickering scene in a horror movie. One moment she was squatting with her back facing her, and the next moment she was already facing the ferocious monster with its claws waving. burn in the air.

An unknown domain expanded from her body, covering a radius of [-] meters in an instant.

Deadpool, who was so fast that there was only one erratic trajectory left like black smoke, suddenly slowed down after crashing into the mysterious field, slower and slower, like going deep into transparent glue until it solidified.

Deadpool's muscular arm protruded from the black robe, stretched straight, five sharpened bony claws bent downward like a sickle, the longest one was fixed in front of the little girl's pupils, It was less than one centimeter away from those golden pupils.

Everything in the forest seemed to be still, the wind, the howling, the hissing in the snow.

Ling Ling · Time Zero.

The molten golden pupils that could not be touched by the sharp claws seemed to burn everything in sight, and the blood hotter than magma was rushing in the veins of that small body.

(End of this chapter)