"Ha, ha, ha." Cat boy Mutt gasped and knelt down weakly on the ground. If he hadn't used the crystal stabbing sword in his hand to support him, he might have fallen directly at this moment.
The ground fell. The crystal stabbing sword in his hand emitted a strange pale cold light that had never been seen before, and the small area where it touched the ground produced small clusters of crystals.
He's back.
Mutt looked at the surrounding environment, and he returned to the stone chamber again. The stone chamber should be the refuge stone chamber of the Central Temple of Lviv. Even Mutt and his luggage were put aside, as if he was swallowed by the crystal and dragged in
It was like that in the crystal world.
There were explosions outside, and it seemed like there was a battle going on. But the cat boy couldn't tell when the battle was, or how long it had passed. Maybe he had been missing for a whole day and night, and the big hunting festival outside had already happened.
What about the third day?
The crimson crystals fell from his body and shattered into ashes the moment they landed on the ground. The cat-man boy once thought that those crimson crystals were the blood shed on his body, and he remembered the battle just now.
In the crystal world, he fought with the incomparably powerful crystal giant for a long time. He was almost killed countless times and suffered serious injuries. But he seemed to be very powerful in the crystal world.
With his self-healing ability, the wounds on his body recovered in a short time, allowing him to act again and continue fighting. He relied on this self-healing ability to barely fight against the crystal giant, and was almost killed every time.
, but he escaped death every time. After escaping, he experienced a short recovery period and then stood up to fight again. In this way, he challenged, failed, and challenged again and again, constantly accumulating combat experience and figuring out the attack routine of the Crystal Titan.
In the end, he succeeded in piercing something like a core on his opponent's chest with the crystal stabbing sword in his hand, and defeated the crystal giant.
Yes, he pierced the vital point of the crystal giant, and he should have defeated that powerful opponent. The moment his crystal stabbing sword penetrated the core, he only felt that his eyes were shrouded in a burst of bright light. The next second, he
I have returned to this room.
Has he escaped from the crystal world?
Or is everything in front of you just an illusion?
Or could it be said that everything in the crystal world was just an illusion, a daydream? In fact, he never went anywhere and had been sleepwalking in this stone room?
No, this is impossible in the first place. The cat-man boy looked at his clothes that were damaged in the battle. His appearance was terrible at that time: he had no shirt or even pants, just a pair of shorts.
Pants. In order to prevent his pants from being scratched by crystals during the mountain climbing process, he took off his pants and tied them around his waist. Both his pants and underwear were all damaged by crystals in the fierce battle just now.
The giant's attack had scratched it, and now it was actually a pile of tattered cloth, barely hanging on his crotch to prevent him from being exposed.
The pain on his body was even more real and uncomfortable for him. Countless serious injuries, countless bleedings, and countless near-deaths. Although he barely survived by relying on the special self-healing ability he possessed in the crystal world, the accumulated
The pain did not disappear immediately with the recovery of the wound. These phantom pains still remain in his body to this day.
All this was by no means a daydream, he knew very well. He had really been swallowed by a crystal, entered the crystal world, and then escaped from that ghost place through his own efforts.
"Brother Mutt? Are you okay?" A voice sounded in the cat boy's mind, and it was the voice of the black bunny girl Nina.
"Wow!" Mutt was startled. Hearing the sound, he almost thought Nina was outside the door, and his almost indecent appearance could not be seen by the girl. He subconsciously covered his lower body,
Then he responded: "Nina? Where are you?!"
"Grandpa is still being guarded on the top of the central temple." The black bunny girl replied: "I am using my ability to communicate with your mind now. Are you... okay? I learned from the five
I have been trying to contact you since I was a child, but I have been unable to contact you. I thought something happened to you!"
"Uh." What did Mutt want to say? Something did happen, a big thing, but he said that he was sucked into some kind of crystal boundary, and then escaped from it. This kind of surreal thing would some people think?
Do you believe it?
"Five hours? I lost contact for five hours?" The cat boy then asked: "You mean, I lost contact five hours ago. Do you mean I was here all the time before that?"
"What do you want to say, little brother?" Nina seemed confused.
"Um, is it the second night of the Great Hunting Festival? Or the third day?" Mutt asked in a different form.
"Of course it's the next day." Nina then replied: "We are still fighting fiercely here. Brother Mutt, what's the matter with you? Are you really okay?"
"I'm fine, no problem." The cat boy who was communicating with Nina telepathically had already gone to find a change of clothes in his luggage and put them on. He looked at the clothes he had changed and was scratched.
The tattered pants made me feel a bit dumbfounded.
Mutt stayed in the crystal world for a whole day, but his "lost contact" in reality only lasted five hours. The flow of time in the two worlds is not consistent, which is really the greatest blessing among misfortunes.
"Don't worry about my affairs." Mutt said again: "Just focus on your war."
"Then...okay. I just want to tell you that that stupid tiger was so tired that Uncle Castro asked him to come back and rest first. When he heard the news that you had lost contact, he seemed
I'm worried. Just be ready to meet him."
"Okay, I understand." The cat boy replied, just in time to put on his shirt.
"Mutt? Mutt?!" At the same time, the sound of Albert banging the door was heard outside the door: "Are you in there, meow? You're not dead yet?"
"I'm fine, I'll open the door for you now." Mutt heard Albert's worry from his tone, and answered the door as quickly as possible.
"A few hours ago, that rabbit said she couldn't contact you?" As soon as he opened the door, Albert rushed in sweating profusely, almost unsteady on his feet: "Could it be that he was attacked by a monster?"
Are you ready?"
"No, I'm fine. It's just that the [signal] is too poor and I can't make contact." The cat boy saw the fatigue on the tiger boy's face and decided to hide the matter of the crystal world first, so as not to worry the other party.
"It's Meow? That's good." Albert was too tired to think about it at all.
Mutt then helped the young tiger man, who was almost a ball of mud, to sit down--actually he just let Albert sit on the cold floor---and then took gauze to cover a small hole on Albert's shoulder that looked like
It's a terrible big wound. Try to suppress the bleeding as much as possible.
"Don't worry about it," Albert said, taking out a knife and a bag of frozen rosin from his pocket: "Hurry, help me ice this finger quickly. They said that if we don't take care of this, the finger will become useless."
"It's so serious." At this time, the cat boy also noticed the index finger and middle finger of the tiger boy's right hand. Those two fingers were swollen and bruised to a scary level: "How did you get your fingers to look like this?"
Got stepped on by a monster?!"
"Trigger." Albert said with a wry smile while pressing the knife on the wound on his shoulder. Medical gel sprayed out from the knife, blocking the wound on his shoulder: "These two fingers were used to trigger*
The trigger. I created too many clones in the battle, and all of them were using crossbows. Over time, my fingers got tired."
That's right. After Albert's clone is released, the damage and accumulated fatigue will be faithfully reflected on his body.
Even if the clone he created hardly moves and just stands there and shoots with a crossbow, there are still several muscles in his body that will be worn out by the continuous shooting, such as finger muscles. A clone can fire a hundred rounds of crossbows in a row.
, the strain on the finger muscles may be insignificant; but when ten times, a hundred times the clone fires ten times a hundred times the crossbow arrows at the same speed, the accumulated fatigue on the finger muscles will eventually be concentrated on Albert's body, and the degree of strain on his fingers will be
It will become extremely scary.
As a result, Albert pressed the trigger hundreds of thousands of times in a few hours, and of course his fingers became swollen like this.
Fortunately, this idiot was not completely stupid. He also knew how to alternately pull the trigger with his index finger and middle finger, letting the other finger share half of the wear and tear; otherwise, Albert's index finger would have been broken long ago.
Mutt hurriedly sprinkled a very small amount of frozen rosin on the towel, and then tapped it with a knife to activate the magic of the frozen rosin. He put the cold-aired towel under Albert's fingers, causing them to swell horribly.
His fingers had a chance to cool down and reduce swelling. Then he went to get an anti-swelling spray commonly used by athletes, thinking that after spraying this on, Albert's injury could be stabilized to some extent.
"It looks like we have to put a bandage on this hand. Don't move these two fingers until the swelling is completely reduced tomorrow." Mutt rolled his eyes at the tiger and imitated the doctor's tone and warned: "It's so swollen."
If it's serious, it may develop into gangrene, and then you'll have to amputate these two fingers."
"Ha, I know my physical condition." Albert looked disapproving.
"Lie down and rest, don't talk." The cat boy then gave the tiger boy another look and helped Albert lie down on the stone bed. He couldn't help cursing this damn room again, even the bed was so hard.
A bang stone bed is not an environment where the injured can lie down and rest peacefully. No matter how poor the Hunter Association is, it can at least put a layer of animal skins on the stone bed?!
"You used your pants to make a pillow for me, meow?" Albert complained: "Maybe...underwear?"
The cat boy trembled all over as if he had been stabbed in a fatal hole. In fact, he just put the pants he had replaced on the stone bed before he could put them away, but the tiger used them as a pillow and lay down on it.
"It's just pants. Sorry, I can't find anything else suitable."
"Tsk, tsk, it smells like cat butt." Albert said jokingly: "Forget it. It's better than resting your head on a hard rock."
Mutt was silent, thinking about how to remove his replacement pants from the bottom layer of Albert's "pillow". It was so embarrassing. It was probably impossible to get them back.
"Has the fighting outside taken control?" the cat boy asked again.
"Well, it's probably stabilized." Albert replied lazily, already half asleep and half awake at this time, looking really tired: "Originally, I wanted to continue fighting for a while, but I got stuck.
That guy Stroh ordered people to drag me back by force, and I was not allowed to participate in the war again."
It's normal. I would do the same thing if I were in another situation. Looking at Albert's scarred body, the cat-man boy muttered in his heart. If he continues to fight, this guy will collapse completely.
"What's wrong with this? Just take it easy and let others share your responsibilities." Mutt then said: "Ice compress, do you still want it?"
"Okay. My right thigh hurts a lot, please help me apply it." Albert said. It seemed that he no longer wanted to move a finger and began to direct Mutt to work.
The cat boy was also plagued by various phantom pains, all of which were left behind by the fierce battle with the crystal giant in the crystal world. He also wanted to lie down on a soft bed and have a good rest. But he did not complain at all.
Instead, he worked hard and took care of the more seriously injured Albert.
The battle outside was still going on, and the shouts and roars of the hunters and monsters kept ringing. Everyone here was risking their lives for what they wanted to protect, and Mu was not the only one who was suffering and suffering.
A special one.
Albert seemed to have fallen asleep from exhaustion, still snoring weakly. Mutt subconsciously rubbed his sore waist and sat on the floor in front of the stone bed. It was a long night.