"...If you want to kill me... be decisive, Mr. Monkey," Think knelt on the ground, holding her wound that burst with blood due to her strength, and lowered her head to recite intermittently.
Just now, to avoid the monster's sudden attack, Think once again forced her body to twist away, and the wound that had just scabbed broke and bled out. The tightly bound cloth straps were dyed red again.
Her blood was like the sweetest bait, awakening the twisted monster's most primal desire. It remembered the smell of this delicacy it once craved, now so close...
The strange insect chirping sounded again, and the monster was restless, its tentacles rising and falling. The scarlet eyes on the bat head without skin stared at Think. It kept trying to pounce, but was forced down, waiting for a moment when Su'er relaxed.
There was no explanation for Think, nor was there any time to explain. Su'er was trying to fill his brain with the idea of not moving, and dared not have any distracting thoughts, for fear that the monster would seize a gap in his thinking and tear Think apart and devour all his flesh and blood.
Under the pressure of only having one thought in his mind, Su'er even found it extremely difficult to step forward to the monster. He wanted to throw the dagger to Think, but he couldn't even do such a simple thing.
Following the invisible connection, the desire for killing and devouring from the monster was constantly transmitted to him. Su'er's consciousness was like a small wooden boat swaying on the sea, and even this desire was changing—just like a clumsy car that took a long time to turn around. Su'er clearly noticed the difference in this monster.
It still did not break the invisible weak connection between it and Su'er, did not resist, and even it still longed for this connection... It wanted more, to expand this connection, wanted more blood, more flesh, more... soul.
This was the conclusion drawn by this twisted monster under its chaotic instinct. It wanted soul, wanted to have no gap with him—to merge into one.
Disappeared.
It disappeared from the scope of his vision.
However, that special sense of existence surged in Su'er's heart, and he knew it was there!
"[Up, up, up, up, up!]"
Screaming in his heart at the same time as the warning of crisis was this cry. Following the intuition of judging the body size as if it had substance, Su'er fiercely stabbed his dagger at the top of his head!
The illusion magic used instinctively by the vampires did not work as it should. The twisted monster followed this guidance and wanted to disappear from Su'er's sight for a short time. Su'er's dagger had already sunk deeply into its body.
In those most urgent seconds, Su'er's screaming command in his heart still deeply affected its movements, and it obediently passed over Su'er's head.
It was heavy, like holding a huge rock. The twisted dagger was almost about to fall out of his palm, so Su'er had to press his other hand on it.
The giant tail, covered with snake scales, could not be pierced by the dagger, but the place where the monster's stitched-together body connected to the giant tail was ordinary flesh and blood. The body was not huge, so the deeply pierced dagger almost penetrated the root of its tail.
"Jijiejiejiejiejie!!!!"
The sharp scream almost tore the ears of Su'er who was close at hand. The twisted monster struggled violently because of the pain. The thick tail whipped the air desperately, and also whipped Su'er's body while curling!
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!"
Roaring, enduring the pain, and shouting from the gap between his teeth, Su'er tightly grasped the handle of the dagger with both hands, and then—pulled it down hard!
The teeth-aching creaking sound of flesh and bone being separated, even the corrosive liquid thrown from the tip of the tail fell on his body and sizzled, did not stop. Su'er's tightly grasped dagger slowly and firmly cut a semicircle at the root of the monster's tail, and he even threw its entire body out and smashed it hard on the ground!
Seizing this opportunity, Think did not need to be reminded. Enduring the pain from all parts of her body and internal organs, she rushed over and grabbed the giant tail that was gradually out of control due to the injury, stepped on the face of the dhampir on the back of the monster, and tore the tail off directly!
"Hehehehehe!!!"
Screaming in pain, the twisted monster kept rolling on the ground because of the pain, but Su'er did not have any sympathy. He just stabilized his body a little, and then he rushed towards the monster with a dagger—it must die! It must die here!
Was it because of the pain? Or because of the incompleteness of the body? Almost at the moment when Su'er rushed over, the face of the dhampir that appeared on the back of the monster suddenly swam on its body and suddenly opened its eyes!
"Jie!!!"
Screaming, it disappeared in front of Su'er again. From the surface of the rock, it was clear that corrosive body fluids were constantly falling, extending a trail of green smoke around the two people. When Su'er approached Think and was on high alert, it pulled out a long white line and left here.
"..."
It didn't relax, but in this vigilance and waiting, all the injuries just now seemed to be gradually awakened, fiddling with the fragile nerve endings. Su'er only felt as if someone on his back was directly pointing his fingers at his wounds and digging them deep into his bone marrow.
Was it the body fluids that fell on his body? Su'er's consciousness, which was about to be drowned by pain, was still thinking. They were still not completely offset, and even until now, they were still drilling deeper into the body.
"… Cut it out, cut it out," he trembled as he thrust the dagger in front of Think. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. He turned his back to Think and repeated it with his teeth knocking.
However, Think did not move. She just stared at the back of Su'er in front of her, and then stretched out her fingers and gently wiped the wound.
"… It seems that it is not necessary?"
Confused, he heard Think's answer.
Su'er stared at Think's fingers that passed through his ears and spread in front of him—they were covered with burnt black powder.
That was the appearance of the wound on his back now.