The twisted monster screamed like a helpless baby, dragging its severely injured body and trying to escape from here. Its abdomen rubbed against the cold rock surface, corroding a long dent in the ground like a snail.
The dagger deeply embedded in its soft abdomen was also sunk deeper... deeper...
Even though it was expected, the violent reaction of this monster when it was severely injured was still far beyond Su'er's imagination. It was unknown where the seemingly thin tentacles had such great strength.
[Don't take out the contents of the stomach]
[Don't treat yourself]
[...]
With his eyes fixed on the ugly but somewhat pitiful back of the monster struggling to escape, Su'er repeated these two sentences endlessly in his mind.
Following the invisible thread that had not broken until now, this thought reached the corner where it should be perfectly… becoming thinner and farther away, to a place where Su'er could only sense its existence, but could not do anything more.
A small dot in his mind.
Strangely, except for the arm that was injured at the beginning, there was no damage, until the monster completely left his sight. Without a moment to breathe a sigh of relief, Su'er hurriedly stumbled and crawled towards Think who had just been directly knocked out on the other side.
This woman had already prepared evasive measures in advance for the possible stress reaction of the monster, but she was still severely injured in an instant. Although the functions of her body far exceeded those of humans, the Elves were indeed not a race that excelled in physical ability.
If she had not reacted quickly and blocked it with her arm in a hurry, then the broken sharp tentacle would not have pierced her thigh, but her soft abdomen.
Now that she could no longer use the spirit to heal herself, such an injury meant death.
"...Can't you wait for me to come?" kneeling down tiredly, Su'er reached out and took the torn cloth from Think's hand.
This woman was too wild with herself. When Su'er came to her side, he saw that she had pulled out the sharp tentacle that pierced her thigh and threw it aside. She was trying to bandage herself with the torn cloth, but she couldn't tie it up because of the inevitable trembling of her hands.
Although it sounds a bit perverted, Su'er did feel a sense of... reality when he saw this woman unable to bandage herself because of the pain.
So you feel pain too?
"Heh~," I don't know if she heard Su'er's voice, Think just snorted strangely and didn't answer.
Think's clothes had long been tattered, and at this moment they could barely cover some sensitive parts of her body. Most of the time, she was covered by the robe. The bright red blood continued to flow out of the wound on her thigh, and there was an inexplicable sense of beauty when it passed through her fair skin—damn it!
Su'er felt that after successfully establishing contact with the monster transformed by the vampire, he actually began to feel close to blood. It was far from being affected in the opposite way, but his favorability did increase... referring to blood.
There were no extra thoughts. To be honest, during the journey of the two people fleeing together, Think's attitude of treating him as a stone or an unintelligent beast was almost completely defenseless. Even if Su'er said that he didn't see anything, even he didn't believe it.
It was just that he didn't have that kind of mind at all.
The tightly wrapped cloth straps bound her soft, elastic skin, squeezing the cut wounds together, and the blood that kept flowing out was finally stopped temporarily.
"Go, go!"
Su'er urged impatiently almost the next moment after the rough bandage was done. Even though both of them were almost unable to move due to fatigue and the pain in their bodies, he still tried hard to support himself—and Think's body stood up from the ground.
Even if they wanted to rest, they could never rest near this Elf sentry post. The smell of blood produced by the previous massacre was so strong that it seemed like a bonfire that shot up into the sky in the dark night, dazzling and eye-catching.
Something will come, something will definitely come.
So... we must move.
Squeezing all the strength from his body, there was no longer the strength to carry Think on his back. The pain from the injured shoulder became a good medicine that constantly stimulated Su'er's nerves and prevented him from fainting.
Dragging her injured thigh, Think and Su'er supported each other, and the two of them fled slowly and stumbling towards the abandoned city that Think had mentioned before.
It was a miserable struggle. It was an unspeakable humiliation for Think to muster all her strength just to escape. Especially this weak and fragile posture, entrusting her life to a monkey.
She could deceive herself that the two of them were supporting each other to move forward, but the facts would not deceive herself—it was the weak monkey, not her, who supported the two of them to not fall.
Every step forward was a struggle with all her strength, whether it was him or her.
Suddenly, Su'er stopped.
Without time to explain anything, he just quickly helped Think sit on the ground for a while, motioning her to keep quiet, and then he fell directly to the ground, pressing his ear, which still had normal hearing, against the ground—listening attentively.
Not enough.
Instead, he untied the cloth wrapped around his arm and pressed the wound against the cold ground. It was cool, but compared to the refreshing feeling, the faint vibration and sharp pain from the wound told Su'er that his judgment was not wrong.
A big guy is coming.
It came from underground, passing through the rocks, and the earth shook as it moved.
Standing up lightly, Su'er wrapped the cloth back around his arm. He did not choose to support Think and the other two to speed up their escape. He was looking for a place to hide around.
But Su'er knew that this was just a cover-up.
It knew they were here—Su'er's eyes swept over the lock ring on Think's ankle that was exposed outside the robe, and the cloth bands on his and her bodies that were stained dark brown by the blood that seeped out.
Even though he used all his strength, he was unable to escape too far. Even now, when he turned around, he could still see the elf outpost. It had not blurred into an indistinct dot at the end of his sight. Su'er could still vaguely see the collapsed walls and the tree towers decorated with patterns.