Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Old man Guru saw that on the dazzlingly ornate belt was a brass disc that was even more ornate than the belt itself.

The disc is inlaid with various magical gems and engraved with intricate and exquisite magical patterns, far more complex than those carved on the base of the tribal totem pole.

Old man Guruq didn't care about the wealth or infighting among the Southerners.

Old man Guruk and the other jungle hunters carefully explored and advanced through the stormy jungle, covering each other as they went.

They only wanted those twenty boars.

Author's Note: I have to go out tonight and I'm worried about being late, so I'm releasing this early. This is an exception; I'll update again later tomorrow.

Chapter 15 Killing in the Rain

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

There were many figures in the dense forest.

In the six-armed serpent demon's emerald-like vertical pupils, a ferocity and eagerness slowly emerged.

Perhaps she could play a game with them.

First, kill a few of them, then use the supernatural abilities of a mortal body to transform into the appearance of one of the dead, blend in with them, and follow them back to their tribe. Gather more information and harvest more souls.

Hmm, these souls all look pretty good.

It would be better to kill a few more, so that after she disguises herself in a mortal form, she can pretend to be a fool who has been terrified by the killing... But there are still too many.

—That's the decision. Leave one person alive, kill the rest.

She licked her lips, then gripped the six greatswords tightly with excitement.

The heavy rain had washed away the blood from the blade, and six silvery streams of water flowed down the blade to the ground, clearing away the mud and forming six small puddles.

In the pouring rain, old man Guruq's steps became increasingly slow.

Dark clouds blocked the sunlight, the omnipresent rain curtain obscured his vision, and the roaring sound of the rain, like a waterfall, disturbed his hearing.

The growing sense of foreboding in his heart was almost screaming at his intuition.

The old hunter stopped, raised his hand, and gestured to everyone.

Soon, the jungle hunters all stopped moving.

Old man Guruk pushed aside the bushes and leaves in front of him and looked carefully ahead.

His body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed again. The old hunter let out a long breath.

Ahead was a clearing in the forest, where the corpses of the blood apes were piled up like mountains.

The heavy rain washed away the stench of blood in the air.

He raised his withered arm and made a series of gestures for everyone to see.

—The Blood Ape had just died not long ago.

—Be careful, the snake-man is nearby.

Tancred did not tell the hired natives what exactly they were tracking.

He felt that they wouldn't understand even if he explained, and he couldn't let these superstitious people back down, so he decided to use something similar that they would find easiest to accept instead.

So he told them that their target was a deformed snake-man with six arms.

Even now, old man Guruk still believes that their opponent is a snake-man with six arms.

The six-armed serpent demon stood opposite him, coldly watching the jungle hunters across the open space and the Blood Ape Corpse Mountain in the center of the open space.

Her demonic vision was enough to pierce through the heavy rain.

She saw them in groups of three or five, each group leader wearing a whistle on their chest. The old hunter in the center of the front line, in particular, never let go of the whistle—he kept it in his mouth vigilantly, never letting it leave his lips for a moment.

They seemed very worried about being ambushed by their prey—the jungle natives were probably hunting very dangerous beasts.

but…

She stared intently at the natives, gradually noticing something amiss.

The whistles hanging from their chests and held in their mouths by these indigenous people were made of pure copper, and even had exquisite patterns on them. The sound of these copper whistles was particularly loud and had extraordinary penetrating power.

How could this be something native to use? How could they have this metalworking skill? Their weapons are just sharpened pieces of wood and bamboo!

A thought popped into my head: these natives have someone backing them.

There are not only powerful figures behind them, but they can only be Samarachi people, and they are of high status.

What a coincidence! A certain Samarachian nobleman hired a group of jungle natives to help him hunt, but they bumped into her in the jungle?

Memories of their past lives flooded the minds of the reborn.

The way jungle natives spread out in formation and cover each other as they searched and advanced was a technique that appeared in many television movies on Earth in the past.

The formation used by Africans to hunt lions with nets is similar to this. However, everyone also lights fireworks, bangs drums and gongs, and makes a lot of noise to scare the lion out of its hiding place in the grass and bushes.

In the movie "Tunnel Warfare," the Japanese soldiers used this same advancing formation when they swept through the village, and their behavior was similar to that of the locals today. "Enter the village quietly, don't fire a single shot," all the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were careful and made no sound.

His emerald green vertical pupils regained their clarity.

She gave a slight, cold laugh.

His murderous intent intensified, but gradually subsided, sweeping away his previous reckless and impetuous mentality.

The difference between hunting lions and searching for guerrilla fighters is:

One is dealing with ignorant beasts, while the other is dealing with intelligent and intelligent creatures. Therefore, the former deliberately makes noise, while the latter deliberately conceals its whereabouts.

So this wasn't some serendipitous hunt; they were after her all along!

The image of Tankred's seemingly dignified face came to mind.

A faint blue flame ignited in its emerald eyes, and the half-human, half-snake demonic body silently retreated into the dense forest.

All networks have edges.

At the far right edge of the "snake net" set up by the old man Guruk, six hunters led by Tusu, the "warrior among warriors" of the tribe, were trudging through the rain in the primeval jungle to the right of the clearing.

Tusu was the strongest and biggest of all the jungle hunters.

He was nearly two meters tall. His body was bulging with muscles, and his strength was enough to rival that of a water buffalo. He was bald, and his skin was darker than charcoal, making him look like a statue of coal. Even the gourd he wore around his waist was larger than others.

Once he goes berserk, even tigers in the jungle will retreat.

At this moment, he tucked his obsidian axe into the straw rope at his back, held the crossbow horizontally, and carefully observed the surrounding movements.

The crossbow's bow was made from half a thick bamboo pole; without someone as strong as Tusu, it was impossible to draw it.

The crossbow was crudely made, resulting in a short range, but its power was terrifying; it could pierce through a water buffalo with a single arrow within twenty paces. That's why it was called the "Buffalo-Shooting Crossbow."

Tusu takes bigger steps and walks faster than others.

He was already impatient hunting in the pouring rain, and this impatience urged him to lead his men a little faster, unknowingly creating a slight gap between them and the others in the "snake net" in the jungle.

Although he was burning with impatience, Tusu couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement when he thought of the reward promised by the southerners.

Those were twenty boars.

Tusu is the tallest and has a big appetite; it's been a long time since he's been able to eat his fill without any worries.

When the old man Guluk brought the conditions from the South, a thought raced through Tusu's mind:

—Just by blowing the whistle to send a message, the tribe gets so much meat. If we could capture that six-armed snake-man, how much meat would the southerners reward us with?

Tusu had never seen a snake-man.

But he firmly believed that power was everything, and he had plenty of power.

There's nothing that can't be solved with a stone axe to the head; if there is, then just give it another swing.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Tusu caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past to his right.

The strong native man's heart skipped a beat.

As a hunter, Tusu had excellent eyesight and could see his opponent clearly in a fleeting glance.

She was an incredibly beautiful woman. She had jet-black hair, emerald green eyes, and fair, smooth skin, as flawless as jade. She was likely of southern descent.

Moreover, she was completely naked.

This caused a dull, drumming sound to come from the gourd-shaped object protecting his genitals below his waist.

So he put away the crossbow, which he had been using to shoot bulls, and turned to give the order: "I have something to do. You guys continue forward and do as that old man Guluk says."

Due to the difference in the angle of the tree shadows, the other six hunters did not see the woman and looked at their leader in confusion.

“It’s an upset stomach,” Tusu said, unwilling to elaborate.

If there were a wizard who could detect thoughts at this moment, he would be stunned by the indescribable, violent thoughts surging in Tusu's mind.

So the six hunters watched, bewildered, as their leader chuckled and quickened his pace, heading toward the bushes where the woman had disappeared.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a huge snake shadow was slithering past the six hunters.

Hidden among waist-high bushes and grass, the six-armed serpent demon wrapped its two arms around a greatsword behind its back, while its other four arms and long tail crawled along the ground. Its imposing, jade-like chest was covered in mud and blood.

After testing her projection technique, she silently slipped through the gap between the six hunters and the main force of natives, successfully moving behind the "snake net."

The snake's tail slowly coiled up.

Six swords in hand.

Tusu muttered to himself, glancing back every few steps as he emerged from the bushes.

He wiped the rain off his face, his eyes filled with confusion and anger.

Such a beautiful woman, gone just like that.

He examined the muddy ground closely, but there wasn't a single trace of it.

But he couldn't be wrong. As one of the tribe's top hunters, Tusu had absolute confidence in his eyesight.

Did I see a ghost?

Just then, Tusu stared blankly at the rear, his mind reeling.

That familiar figure… a flawless body, and that extraordinaryly beautiful face—it was that woman!

But the woman was rising slowly behind the many natives, like a vine breaking through the soil, as if being lifted into the air by some force.

Tusu was dumbfounded.

He saw her reveal the enormous, black serpentine body beneath her waist.

Six jade arms, each wielding a greatsword, slowly unfolded in the air, resembling giant flower petals.

The next second, the petals swayed in the wind, then gently spun, turning into a whirlwind of death, whipping up large amounts of rain and blood!

Chapter 16 Killing in the Rain

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

There were many figures in the dense forest.

In the six-armed serpent demon's emerald-like vertical pupils, a ferocity and eagerness slowly emerged.

Perhaps she could play a game with them.

First, kill a few of them, then use the supernatural abilities of a mortal body to transform into the appearance of one of the dead, blend in with them, and follow them back to their tribe. Gather more information and harvest more souls.

Hmm, these souls all look pretty good.

It would be better to kill a few more, so that after she disguises herself in a mortal form, she can pretend to be a fool who has been terrified by the killing... But there are still too many.

—That's the decision. Leave one person alive, kill the rest.

She licked her lips, then gripped the six greatswords tightly with excitement.

The heavy rain had washed away the blood from the blade, and six silvery streams of water flowed down the blade to the ground, clearing away the mud and forming six small puddles.

In the pouring rain, old man Guruq's steps became increasingly slow.

Dark clouds blocked the sunlight, the omnipresent rain curtain obscured his vision, and the roaring sound of the rain, like a waterfall, disturbed his hearing.

The growing sense of foreboding in his heart was almost screaming at his intuition.

The old hunter stopped, raised his hand, and gestured to everyone.

Soon, the jungle hunters all stopped moving.

Old man Guruk pushed aside the bushes and leaves in front of him and looked carefully ahead.