Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 536
Regarding death, Yale Liga had already considered it.

She had seen death of all kinds, from well-planned, methodical slow deaths to sudden suicides in passion and despair.But many more deaths are accidental, without warning.Like contracting an unknown disease during a long-distance trip, or an aircraft exploding due to a sudden accident.For a race like her that has been in a state of wandering for a long time, the ways of death that can be seen and understood are far beyond the imagination of people who live a sedentary life.

Tragic death is certainly tragic and painful, but it is also funny from the perspective of some bystanders, even with some cruel fun.That, on the one hand, softened her conceptual horror of the inevitable; Not thinking about how to avoid falling into that end.But, no matter what, death is inevitable.She has always been prepared.She had thought, too, when she was behind bars, that Debovilal might kill herself if they stood dead long enough.A Gospel killed by her ardent admirer would be amusing to the onlookers, too.She is well aware of this obsession, and some people are even willing to pay a lot of money for a video of the entire process.

Now she thought about it.Because for a long time after Debovillar became history, she didn't think she could have a more fun way to die.And at this moment, when she really realizes that her journey is coming to an end, even she - some part of her more ruthless self - finds it quite ridiculous and amused.She had been killed by a cat-man, perhaps not ten years old, on the commission of some sugar smugglers.

How could she have foreseen this in the past?Just because of a misjudgment by her and Qiaoqiao Tianyi, they failed to leave the battlefield in time.One misjudgment is enough to kill a person, and she has seen it a lot in the past.She didn't feel annoyed at Sky Wing or Jing Huang who didn't kill Huanwo because of this, because the world is always full of unpredictable things.She was also at fault for not being able to stop Sky Wing at the last chance, and not bringing enough weapons.Perhaps the matter of Jing Huang disturbed her thoughts, making her forget to be as well prepared as she used to be when she was walking alone.But what exactly are the eyes of the cat man...

When she thought of this, she still maintained her sanity, because she controlled herself not to look into the killer's eyes from the very beginning.She only stared at the catman's claws, but knew in her heart that she had lost.She even began to speculate on whether the opponent's threat was real - that it would take her head to go to Joan, so as to disturb the target's mind.Always start from the side of the target, which is a common tactic of professional killers.

Just as she expected, the catman's claws began to move up a little bit, moving towards the killer's face.To look or not to look, it intentionally leaves her with a dilemma: if she does not stare at the claw at all times, she will never be able to escape after the bullet is fired; Cut off limbs.

It didn't take long for Yareriga to make a decision.She has no choice but to try her luck to dodge the killer's bullet and hit it with her own cutlass.And if any bullets hit her in the process—which was almost inevitable—she could only bet that her suit and mods were reliable enough.There wouldn't be as many deformed wires digging into her body after the spider bomb was triggered.Maybe she'll lose most of her body, or be immobilized like a sack on barbed wire, but she won't necessarily die right away, and there's still hope for a fight back.And when she was wounded and dying, her opponent must be careless, which gave her a chance to throw the scimitar.Just need to let the opponent get a little bit... She doesn't need to think about the rest of the matter, she can leave it to Qiaoqiao Tianyi...

"Hey, cow. I know what you're thinking!" said the killer, "but you can't escape, and you must die today. Your fat legs are not close to fighting me! As long as If you move, I will turn you into a plate of pork belly. Then I will cut you off and eat it bit by bit. This is your glory, because I—— Killer Xiaomi never fails!"

This is the second time Yale Liga has heard this name, and her voice is still so innocent.But now it seemed less funny from where she stood.She knew that cat people were natural hunters, dexterous and cruel, but not very good at focusing and managing.The Durands make good use of this trait, making them a popular sight in Sugar Land—but that doesn't mean all cat people play for the Durands.She had heard of other Wanderers outside the Clan that practiced the Way of the Lion.Most are of mixed race, and more difficult than those who live in groups.She has experience in fighting, but she may not be able to catch up with the cat man in terms of dexterity and sensitivity, and she is still a carefully reformed opponent.

She decided to give it a go anyway.There is nothing to prepare, everything will be decided in an instant, based on the experience, instinct and luck of both parties.The moment she had a premonition that the opponent was going to shoot at her, her shoulders and knees shifted slightly to the right, as if she was about to fall in that direction.But it's just a feint.She actually took a sharp leap to the left.

That's not to say she played to her full potential.The injured leg hindered her movements, and at the same time, she had to control her gaze so as not to touch the opponent's eyes. Given the height difference between them, it meant that she could almost only lock her eyes on the opponent's calves and feet. Use the shadow to judge its upper body movements.

She felt the bullet pass just above her right.The feint worked.Another hair followed, brushing her scalp.It's only one line away from triggering the explosive bomb.She rolled to the ground, only seven and a half steps away from her opponent.When in good condition she only needs a second to dash through.

The third bullet fired.Yale Liga felt that it landed on the mud next to her legs. It was not very close, but it undoubtedly triggered the bomb.She seemed to catch the soft whoosh of the wire as it deformed and swelled—but that was just her mind.The moment was too short for her to distinguish the sound of the wire deforming from the crack of the bullet.

She also felt no pain.She caught a glimpse of her right foot out of the corner of her eye before the perception came.It seems to have disappeared from the knee down, and what connects to the fracture is a hideous and strange cluster of silver-white wires.That cluster of dense and sickly deformed metal wires rose high from the ground, seemingly forming an irregular semicircle with a diameter close to her height.When these sharp memory materials hit her calf in the swell, they didn't just pass through, they shredded whole.

This was not the kind of spider bomb she had heard, and Yale Liga immediately realized that it was obvious that she had to go through a material revolution to achieve such an ideal effect.But knowing that didn't help her now.She couldn't dodge the next bullet.

She was about to throw the machete.She will not be inaccurate at this distance.Catman will dodge quickly and miss an opportunity to shoot her.And after that she will lose the scimitar.Her death is delayed by two to three seconds.

There is no other choice.She planned to think of other countermeasures in those two or three seconds, while aiming at the opponent's feet - the possibility was not very high, but if she predicted the opponent's direction of action, the scimitar might hit the target.

She saw countless pairs of eyes as smooth as topaz.

In that short, stony moment, even with all the wisdom of her life, Yarrica failed to realize how the situation happened: the killer's ankles were also bound with scaly armor.When the killer first appeared, those dark and simple scales were like tiles that had been smoked for a long time, but at that moment they were all as bright as a mirror.In the countless shattered magic mirrors, each piece reflected the killer's face, countless pairs of deadly magic pupils.That was the last sight Yaleriga saw before falling into the nebula.

(End of this chapter)