Chloe understood, her smile deepening. She quickly turned back and called out, "Come quickly! We're temporarily safe, get ready to withdraw!"
Hearing this, Tarak and the driver helped each other, trembling as they shuffled over, their faces still as pale as paper.
They looked at Serie, who was currently "dining," their eyes filled with terror, like two small quails who had stumbled into a beast's meal.
Tarak, however, was very observant. He suppressed his fear and began to bend down to pick up the scattered gun fragments that had fallen a bit further away for Serie, respectfully and tremblingly handing them to her. As soon as Serie took them, he quickly withdrew his hand, as if afraid Serie would gnaw on his hand too.
"Oh?" Serie glanced at him, nodding at Tarak for a rare moment, a hint of approval in her eyes.
This guy, though cowardly, was quite sensible?
Tarak's burly frame seemed to shrink another circle under her gaze.
Although Tarak had witnessed Serie's combat prowess before, the current Serie was much stronger, and her enemies were humans like Tarak, which naturally brought a much greater visual impact than those dried ribs.
"But we need to leave here quickly, they definitely have reinforcements," Chloe said, looking around vigilantly. "These big headed Soldiers are just cannon fodder; they have even more terrifying and dangerous troops under them."
Serie agreed deeply, nodding her small head vigorously, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, chewing even faster.
Before long, most of the guns on the ground had been consumed by her.
But just as she was about to get up and leave...
A strange warm current, without warning, buzzed from the soles of her feet straight to her head!
It had been one minute since Bloodthirsty Madness's last kill, which meant...
Blood Drunk—triggered!
Blood Drunk: Continuous slaughter will excite your spirit beyond its threshold, causing you to fall into a state of extreme euphoria followed by an exhaustive "drunkenness." Your spirit temporarily drops to F, with the duration directly proportional to the number of successful Bloodthirsty Madness activations in a short period.
"Burp~" Serie let out an ungraceful burp that tasted of rust.
Immediately after, her beautiful pair of emerald green eyes suddenly acted like a compass needle gone wild.
Her left eye swished to the left, staring intently at the distant sand dune!
Her right eye zipped to the right, looking at the azure ocean at the end of the sandy expanse!
Her entire delicate little face instantly flushed, two rosy blushes like ripe apples appearing through the stained base, "poof."
Her eyes completely lost focus, filled with a clear... light of wisdom?
"Uh... hehe..." She grinned, revealing a standard "aba aba"-style silly smile, her body beginning to sway slightly uncontrollably until she fell to the ground, starting to lick the blood residue between the sand grains.
[Gained 0.04 Gluttony Count]
[Gained 0.02 Gluttony Count]
This left Chloe stunned.
"Goluthos!" Chloe called out in astonishment, her voice changing pitch.
No response.
Serie only felt the whole world spinning happily.
Chloe's voice sounded like it was coming from deep underwater, blurry and with a bubbling sound.
She tried hard to concentrate, but her mind felt as if it were filled with crimson hot cocoa, extra sugary.
Warm, sweet, and completely unable to think.
Damn it!
Her remaining consciousness thrashed desperately in the hot cocoa ocean.
She knew there were side effects, but she hadn't expected them to be this big!
Goluthos had directly turned into a ditz!
Although she wasn't particularly smart normally... now she was completely a beautiful young woman who was drunk and unconscious.
Her small face was rosy, her eyes hazy and unfocused, her body soft as if boneless, and from time to time, she would let out unintelligible hums and grunts.
Even if she were placed on a street corner in a peaceful city, she would be carried home to be someone's wife.
Most importantly!
She couldn't convey this embarrassing situation to Chloe at all!
Chloe, Tarak, and the driver were dumbfounded.
The second before, Goluthos, who killed without batting an eye, had suddenly turned into a beautiful young woman who was a drunken ditz, with unfocused eyes, a flushed face, little burps, a "wise" smile, and a swaying body?!
If those Soldiers knew they had all been killed by such a thing, they would probably be so angry they'd come back to life on the spot.
The three of them exchanged bewildered glances, completely clueless as to what was going on.
Chloe was the first to react, making a decisive move: "This is no place to stay! Goluthos's situation... uh... is a bit special! Tarak, help the driver! Goluthos... forgive me!"
After she spoke, without the slightest hesitation, she took a quick step forward, skillfully bent down, one arm scooping under Serie's bent legs and the other supporting her back—a standard princess carry. She easily lifted the light and soft Goluthos.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made the tipsy Serie instinctively reach out her arms, wrapping them around Chloe's neck. Her small head unconsciously nuzzled into Chloe's neck, letting out a satisfied murmur: "Ooh-ha..."
Chloe's body stiffened slightly, feeling the warm, soft, and blood-scented little body in her arms.
Goluthos...
She took a deep breath, suppressing the strange emotions churning within her, and holding Serie, she turned and ran towards the edge of the rainforest.
Tarak quickly helped the still retching driver, stumbling to keep up with Chloe's pace.
After an unknown amount of time, Serie's consciousness, like a sunken ship being salvaged, slowly reformed within Goluthos's body.
She seemed to have been so tired she fell asleep just now...
Serie vaguely felt herself resting on something soft and elastic.
A unique scent, a mix of sweat, blood orange sweetness, and woody balm, lingered at her nose.
"Mmm..." She rubbed her hazy, sleepy eyes in confusion, propping up her still-soft body.
Her vision gradually cleared—she was curled up in the bumpy back seat of a military green jeep.
Outside the window, the dense rainforest rushed past. And the "soft support" her head had been resting on just now...
It was Chloe's toned, long, and tanned thighs beneath her hot pants.
Her brain instantly went blank!
Especially on the outer skin of Chloe's healthy-colored thighs, there was a small patch of suspicious moisture that hadn't completely dried yet!
The shape and position perfectly matched where she had just been resting!
"Wooo—!!!" A suppressed, collapsing wail sounded, Serie was so anxious she almost spoke human words!
Her face flushed instantly, even more vivid than when she was in the Blood Drunk state, and steam seemed to be sizzling from the top of her head!
It's over, it's over, it's over! Chloe had kindly been her pillow the whole way, and now she had drawn a drool map on her leg?!
How embarrassing!
Chloe turned her head when she heard Serie's sudden strange noise.
She had, of course, long felt Serie's masterpiece on her leg, but her reaction was completely different from Serie's.
Chloe merely paused slightly, then the corner of her lips curved into an arc that was almost dotingly inclusive, even carrying a hint of...
Amusement?
Her voice was calm and gentle, "Goluthos... you..."
Serie covered her face, afraid Chloe would reprimand her.
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