This eight-legged sickle bug is protected by armor all over its body, so its defense capability is probably quite high.
But now he only has a short sword in his hand.
It's a bit reluctant to use such a weak short weapon to fight this ferocious monster.
But...does he have any other choice?
The boy stood up and shouted at the guy who was shaking his head to determine his position: "Where are you looking? You idiot!"
Hiss~
The monster moved like a gust of wind, cutting the surrounding trees into pieces.
The eight-legged sickleworm couldn't understand what the boy said, so naturally he wouldn't have the emotion of being ridiculed by the language.
It just knew the boy's location and immediately attacked.
But it still didn't hit successfully, and there was no feeling of hitting flesh and blood at all.
"Drink!"
The young man's angry roar sounded from behind it, and the eight-legged sickle insect inexplicably withstood the blow.
"Ugh!"
It's just that the one who launched the attack was a young man, and the one who was injured was also a young man.
Facts have proved that making false claims in the east and attacking in the west may not work.
The strip of cloth wrapped around his right hand was cut open, and a long bloodstain appeared on the back of his hand. The burning pain made the young man unable to hold the sword.
Just now, his sword struck the hard exoskeleton on the back of the eight-legged sickle insect. Who would have expected that after this sword hit, sparks were created with these bone sickles.
The boy's full blow only left an inconspicuous slash mark on it, and the eight-legged sickle insect instinctively shrank the sickle on its back after being attacked. The retracted sickle immediately rolled towards the boy's right hand holding the sword.
come over.
The bone sickle only slightly brushed against the skin, leaving a large bloody mouth.
If he hadn't retreated quickly just now, his entire right hand would have been shattered into pieces.
"Huh, huhu..."
The young man who had just escaped a disaster was still gasping for breath.
The bones on the back of this eight-legged sickle bug are extremely hard, and each bone sickle is as sharp as a scalpel.
If you were to use one word to describe this eight-legged sickle bug, it would be "offensive and defensive in one".
His own attacks had no effect, but the opponent could easily tear him into pieces.
This is an unequal battle, and the boy has no choice but to struggle desperately.
Hiss!
here we go again.
This time the eight-legged sickle bug's attack interval was twice as short as before. The boy had no time to adjust his breath and had to dodge the attack.
Because the opponent was attacking from the front, facing the moonlight, the boy with keen vision could clearly see the attack method of the eight-legged sickle bug.
It charged up its eight legs and kicked off, jumping into the air. The bone sickle on its back shrank at the moment of jumping and then ejected out at the moment of landing, like a high-speed rotating top, and this "gyro"
"There is also a deadly bone sickle on the edge.
Although this attack was fatal, it did not seem to seal the entire space.
The young man ducked down, trying to escape from the edge of the attack. However, when the young man was about to avoid the attack, the eight-legged sickle insect opened its eight long legs.
"Uh-huh!!"
The boy was hit in the chest by a long leg, and the boy let out a scream. The huge force of the eight-legged sickle bug knocked him away, and his body finally hit a tree after moving back a few steps.
Am I dead?
The young man lying under the tree now has blurred vision and difficulty breathing.
He still feels pain, which proves that he is not dead yet.
But there's nothing to be thankful for.
Even if his ribs were not broken, the lungs in his chest were probably bleeding. After hitting the tree, the pain in his spine was enough to make him faint.
But I don't know why, his consciousness is still awake.
Now he can't move, and if he's unlucky, he may even be paralyzed.
Now is not the time to discuss the future leisurely.
The eight-legged sickle bug hissed again and walked lazily in front of the boy.
Although it took a little more effort than usual, the prey finally reached my mouth.
"Damn...did I last just this little while?"
He knew it was really difficult for him to win, but he didn't expect that he would lose so quickly.
The young man touched his chest and found that his palms were full of slippery blood.
The long legs of this eight-legged sickle insect also have rows of bone spurs that resemble bone sickles. Once hit by these long legs, it is enough to make a tall boy like him lose the ability to resist.
The pair of bone scythes on the back of the eight-legged sickle bug closest to the head can move and are quite flexible. After all, the eight long legs of the eight-legged sickle bug are not convenient for moving other objects. The pair of bone sickles are equivalent to its hands.
In addition to being used for attack and defense, this pair of bone scythes can also be used to "fix food" for it to enjoy.
For example, the boy who was lying on the ground unable to resist was stabbed through the back by the pair of bone scythes, and the tips of the pair of bone scythes seemed to be against his shoulder blades.
The boy was slowly lifted up by the eight-legged sickle insect. He made no small movements now because he knew that struggling now would only make it more painful.
The eight-legged sickleworm turned its head and used its huge pair of compound eyes to carefully look at the food that had given up even moaning.
The young man felt like a piece of bacon hanging on a hook. How much meat he would have left in the end depended on his mood.
When I think about being eaten alive by such a disgusting monster, it would be better to be killed in the first place. Now, watching the other party slowly eating my whole body, it is indeed worse than death.
"Verus!"
What's going on?!
The girl's shout suddenly reached his ears, and he was sure that this was not an auditory hallucination before his death.
"Nia, you..."
Why come back?
If you do this... won't everything I do be in vain?