To my frozen hometown

Chapter 26

In De Rosso's eyes, that figure is still so beautiful.

She has a marble-like body, and her smooth muscles seem to have been polished countless times, with indescribably smooth curves, fitting everywhere on her body.

This made her figure have almost perfect proportions, as if she had gone through extremely fine measurements to outline such a healthy and slender figure.

The skin is not as fair as ordinary women, but closer to bronze, showing just the right amount of masculinity.

But at this moment, the appearance of her holding a knife and a gun gave her an indescribable heroism, like a goddess born only for fighting, who is subduing her feet to fight The evil monster.

It can only be said that those who engage in art deserve to be engaged in art.

De Rosso has a pair of eyes that discover beauty, which makes the scene of Liuyuan hunting snow worms have a mythical and epic sense in his eyes.

So he almost forgot about the danger, and even looked a little fascinated.

It can be believed that if he had paint and drawing paper at hand at this time, he would definitely start creating immediately, and he would have thought about everything he wanted to paint.

The battle between the Goddess and the Serpent.

This kind of poetry-like magical theme always carries a different kind of romance, doesn't it?

But for the other three employees who were also on the snowmobile, they didn't have that much thought to think about it.

At this moment, they just stared blankly at the scene in front of them, watching this battle they had never imagined.

The battle between humans and "monsters".

There is no artillery fire, no cooperation, no tactics, only the most direct fight.

Yes, they didn't even imagine that humans could fight "monsters" like this.

There is no encirclement of hundreds of people, no blows from heavy weapons, only blood and flesh flying.

The figure in the overcoat is like a female leopard, vigorous and fierce, running on the back of the snow worm, walking through the splashing mucus.

The blade in his hand left wounds one after another on the worm's body, and every time the thick and long pistol was fired, the worm would let out a mournful cry.

Hunter, on that woman, the employers seem to be able to think of only such a word.

She is different from ordinary people, because ordinary people are only resisting the hunting of wild beasts, but she is hunting wild beasts, even "monsters".

"Bang!" The snow worm's body hit the rock wall of the canyon again, as if it wanted to drive the "ants" off its back in this way.

But Liu Yuan obviously couldn't make it happen.

"Is this the only way?"

She smiled and said to herself, dodging the falling stones on the back of the snow worm like walking on the ground.

Suddenly, her feet seemed to have stepped on something, and then she stopped and said with a ferocious smile.

"found it."

Found what?

Nature is the way to kill this worm.

As a link creature with a relatively simple organ structure, the snow worm is actually very difficult to kill. Sometimes even if its head is severed, there is no way to cause fatal damage to it.

But it is not without weaknesses, and this weakness lies in its "heart".

Of course, as a low-level life form, its heart didn't grow completely, and it wasn't even an independent organ.Most of the time, perhaps it should be called the arterial arch.

This is a self-contracting arterial structure that transmits blood. Because it is shaped like a bow, it has the name arterial arch, and some people also like to call it a ring heart.

This kind of body structure is a bit like a creature called an earthworm in the pre-disaster era. The number of arterial arches on an earthworm's body is variable, usually four to five, to ensure blood delivery throughout their body.

However, due to its unique way of survival, the snow worm maintains a state of low energy consumption for a long time, and the blood flow is relatively slow, so the number of arterial arches in the body is usually only one.

This also makes this only "heart" its fatal weakness.

Before that, Liu Yuan ran back and forth on the snow worm in order to find this "heart".

Now that she's found it, it's over.

"Struggle..."

Liu Yuan looked at the snow worms still struggling to roll under his feet, smiled and licked his lips.

She raised the dagger in her hand and stabbed the worm in the back.

She would dig out that "heart", then crush it and cut it off.

And this scene happened to be seen clearly by Al who was standing on the canyon.

She watched Liu Yuan tearing the flesh of the worm with the blade, and looked at Liu Yuan's suppressed crazy smile.

Inexplicably, he felt that the appearance of the other party became a little strange.

At this time Liu Yuan looked cruel, savage, and seemed to be full of hatred.

In fact, Ai Er was not mistaken, Liu Yuan really had hatred in his heart.

Because everything she believed in before was destroyed by these "monsters".

So she needs to vent, so she keeps hunting.

It is precisely because of this that two completely opposite extreme personalities such as calmness and madness appear on her body at the same time.

Revenge doesn't change anything, but it makes people feel better.

This sentence was told to her by an "old friend" of Liu Yuan, and she was sure of it.

Because at least when hunting wild beasts, her numb body can still feel a bit of pleasure, at least Liu Yuan thinks it is a kind of "pleasure".

Because at least when she was fighting monsters, she could still feel some blood flowing.

That's why she has a smile on her face every time she fights hard.

Even if she doesn't really want to laugh.

"Silk!" Perhaps it was Liu Yuan's madness that made the snow worm feel fear.

It neighed, and its huge body twisted and struggled in the snow.

It's a pity that no matter what it did, it couldn't get rid of the human behind it, and instead made Liu Yuan's movements more violent.

Crouching on the worm's back, Liuyuan had already torn its skin and cut its tendons with a short knife.

She put away her revolver and dug into the worm's back with both hands.

She sliced ​​through the flesh with the blade, scooped out the blood with the palm of her hand.

The wound on the worm's back got bigger and bigger, so much so that half of Liu Yuan's body was already submerged in it.

Finally, Liu Yuan saw a thick and throbbing blood vessel in the wound.

She raised the corner of her mouth and stabbed the dagger in her hand without hesitation.

The blade cut through the outer wall of the blood vessel, and also made the blood vessel lose its ability to contract.

"Silk!!" The worm's body tensed up suddenly, and then it uttered a loud cry, rolling on the snow as hard as it could.

It's just that it has no ability to change anything.

Viscous blood gushed out like a fountain, sprayed on Liuyuan's body, and splashed into the air.

There seemed to be a rain of blood in the sky.

And the worm gradually became silent during the last few struggles.

"Boom!" The 15-meter-long huge body fell to the ground, wriggling feebly.

Blood was still spraying outwards, blocking everyone's sight.

Liu Yuan stood among the corpses of the worms, her cheeks and body were covered with blood. She held a short knife and looked up at the blood column several meters high in front of her.

The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded, and finally returned to calm.

She felt the passing of her life, but not what it was like to be alive again.

In fact, she should understand that killing and revenge will not bring any pleasure, but will only make people more lost and empty.

But she was clearly stuck in it, unable to extricate herself.

This is not to say how much she enjoys killing, but that she is used to killing.

Life has no meaning for her, including her own life.

That's why she is so indifferent, and that's why she denies her human identity.

Because she knows that human beings shouldn't be like this.

She is just a beast.

On the canyon, Al looked at Liuyuan standing in the blood, and remained silent without making a sound.

Is she afraid, a little bit, but she is not afraid, because she believes in that wanderer.She believed in her and had a heart that was not indifferent.

Perhaps because of the viewing angle, De Rosso and the employers did not see Liu Yuan's ferocious smile when he killed the worm.

They just saw Liu Yuan kill the "monster" in a way they couldn't imagine.

This gives them a feeling of being left behind.

Because they watched the huge monster die with their own eyes, and the fact that they survived made their breath seem to be cheering.

"Phew!" One of the employees suddenly fell onto the snowmobile, breathing heavily, like a person who hadn't drank water for several days, swallowing clean water greedily.

With a trance smile on his face, he restrained his trembling hands and spoke intermittently.

"Live, survive."

"Shame, shame." The other employee turned his head, looked at him without knowing whether to cry or smile, and leaned palely on the handrail of the snowmobile.

"You can't even stand still, can you?"

"Also talk about me." The employee sitting on the seat rolled his eyes weakly and said with a swallow.

"Look at you, how your legs are shaking."

"I can't help it, I'm afraid..." The standing employer smiled wryly and replied in a trembling voice.

Indeed, in the face of such monsters, few people are not afraid.

The difference is that some people will run away immediately, while others will continue to face it.

The captain of the hirer was still standing in the driver's seat, he was still holding a gun, looking at the figure not far away, after a long time, he took a deep breath and said slowly.

"What an art..."

Yes, he was obsessed with it, that kind of beauty full of wildness.

That kind of battle is enough to make people's blood boil.

In the past, he was proud of being able to kill a snowfield wolf alone, but now, he thought he should set a higher goal.

"Well, I know her."

At this time, De Rosso who was sitting on the back seat of the car said timidly.

"Maybe we should go up and talk to her, after all, she saved us, right?"

I really want to get a closer look at her muscles and body curves.

As he said it, De Rosso thought of it in his heart.

Well, once again, those who engage in art deserve to be engaged in art, the old color criticized it.

(End of this chapter)