My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 8 The Blessing of the Wolf

Upon hearing this, Simon immediately turned the harpoon around and pulled the trigger!

The timing was perfect!

*Pfft*

With a whirring sound from the spring mechanism, the crossbow bolt shot out from the device on the side of the fork! It pierced straight into the monster's chest!

The monster shuddered as the crossbow bolt pierced its left chest, almost halfway in, and dark purple, monstrous blood trickled down the shaft.

hiss--

That was the sound of gunpowder being ignited, a faint spark flickering, and the crossbow bolt still had a burning fuse attached to it...

The crossbow mechanism on the harpoon fired an explosive bolt!

The monster raised its head, opened its mouth, and let out a furious roar—

boom--

The next second, its left chest instantly swelled and exploded!

This was an explosion from the inside out; its left chest was instantly shattered! Half of its body was charred black, a bloody mess, revealing broken ribs and vaguely visible internal organs. Dark purple beast blood mixed with black smoke gushed from the wound, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt and sulfur.

Even after this blow, it still took a few steps closer to Simon before its head lolled to the side and it collapsed...

Simon took a step back, dragging the harpoon, panting heavily.

has it ended?

No.

It's still moving.

Half of the mangled body and the charred, tumbled pieces of flesh were writhing. New granulation tissue was emerging from the edges of the charred wounds, slowly moving closer together. The shattered internal organs were reassembling, and the charred skin tissue was peeling off, revealing the new flesh underneath.

Is it not dead yet?

The monster used its remaining half of its body to support itself on the ground and slowly stood up. The blasted half of its body was repairing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

How exactly do you kill this thing?

"This is a predatory predator." Simon heard Mr. Bell's weak reminder in his daze. "It has only one weakness... in its throat!"

That being the case...

Simon took a deep breath, grabbed the harpoon with both hands, and charged forward fearlessly.

Immediately afterwards, aiming at the monster's open mouth, thrust the harpoon forward with force!

In a daze, he heard a series of metallic clanging sounds, as if metallic fangs and sharp blades were fiercely rubbing against each other!

The monster struggled desperately, its massive jaws snapping shut, trying to break the harpoon's shaft and stop the blade from advancing further...

But Simon wasn't about to let it have its way. He glared with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth, leaned forward, and let out a wild roar!

The monster was retreating steadily, its battered body carving a furrow in the mud, its back slamming against the trunk of a large tree.

The ground was originally muddy and slippery, making it difficult to exert force. Now that the monster's body was blocked by the tree trunk, Simon was able to exert more force and drive the harpoon deeper and faster!

"Die! Just die!"

The will to survive, the determination to live, the dormant wildness within him, and the anger he had been suppressing all along, all erupted in that instant! Even the deformed monster was forced to retreat step by step by his rage, the sharp blade relentlessly pushing into its throat!

Just before he was exhausted, he heard a soft slicing sound, the sound of a blade piercing soft flesh.

He twisted his wrist, shredding everything inside the monster's throat!

We won...

The mangled body finally stopped moving; the granulation tissue ceased its wriggling, and no new flesh grew.

Mr. Bell's harpoon was still stuck in its mouth, the fork standing upright like a tombstone.

Simon released the harpoon, his hands still trembling uncontrollably. The trembling traveled from his wrists to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his chest, and even his heartbeat was pounding.

For an entire day, from morning till night, he was relentlessly drained of his energy. Even with the Iron Emperor's blessing, his strength was almost completely exhausted.

He adjusted his breathing, his lungs gurgling like broken bellows, each breath carrying the stench of blood.

【Iron Law - Contract: Slay the Abyss Creatures (1/1)】

The existence of any alien is a desecration of the Empire. Work diligently until they are completely wiped out.

[The Iron Emperor has witnessed your bravery and loyalty; accept His grace...]

[The murmur of the angel who bestows blessings]

【The Lone Howl of the Two Wild Wolves】

[The piercing cry of the three crows, a blessing]

This time there was absolutely no warning?

Fortunately, Simon had worked in the locked library before, so he wasn't completely clueless.

Having read "The History of Imperial Wars," he clearly recognized that these three animals represented the three legions of the empire.

After much deliberation, he chose to bestow the blessing of three.

The Sixth Legion, the Wild Wolves of the Wasteland, the Emperor's executioners, are composed of legion members who possess exceptional physical abilities and keen senses.

In the dense fog during the day and the pitch-black jungle at night, enhanced senses would give him an extra sense of security.

Transform into a wolf, tear apart the empire's enemies, and make them regret being born.

Grace has come; please continue your journey.

[Iron Laws - New Contract: Collecting the Flesh of Evidence of Sin (1/5)]

The moment the Iron Emperor's grace descended, Simon could clearly feel an enhancement of his senses.

The world became noisier, or more accurately, his senses picked up more information.

Just then—

Twenty meters away, the sound of footsteps on the muddy wetland and calls came from the fog.

"Mr. Bell? Mr. Bell, where are you?"

Simon looked up abruptly, his hand reaching for his waist. The nail gun was still there, but it was out of bullets.

Two blurry figures emerged from the fog...

With enhanced senses, the eyes clearly captured the faces of the two people.

The first thing you see is a tuft of beard...

The neatly trimmed mustache, with its ends slightly upturned, gleamed faintly in the dim light of the spores.

A mustache covered a thin face with an anxious expression, and a pair of brown eyes were looking around.

The bearded man was wearing a tattered, grayish-brown shirt that had once been white but was now filthy. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his thin but muscular forearms. Underneath the shirt was a pair of dark trousers, the legs of which were covered in mud, and his boots were so grimy that their original color was no longer visible.

He had a bulging backpack slung across his shoulder, the straps worn and frayed, patched several times with thick thread.

Following behind the bearded man was another blond boy.

He was a head shorter than the bearded man, with blond hair loosely tied into a small braid at the back of his head, and a few stray hairs hanging down his forehead, damp with sweat and sticking to his pale skin.

He wore a thick, dark brown coat with frayed cuffs, and underneath was a gray lining. The collar was open, revealing the outline of his collarbone, and his skin was so fair it didn't look like a man's.

That face was so delicate that it didn't seem like a man's; the features were soft, the skin was pale, the jawline was slender, and the eyelashes were long and thick.

If it weren't for that Adam's apple, Simon might have really mistaken him for a young girl...

Those eyes swept over.

Pale blue, like a frozen lake in winter, so cold it sends chills down your spine.

The bearded man first saw Simon, paused for a moment, then looked around...

The monster's corpse, the harpoon stuck in its mouth, and Mr. Bell lying beside it, his chest rising and falling slightly.

"Mr. Bell!" the bearded man called out and ran over quickly.

The blond boy followed slowly behind, his gaze fixed on Simon.

Look at his face, his prison uniform, the nail gun at his waist, the harpoon beside him, and the huge, blown-to-smith corpse of the monster.

The bearded man knelt beside Mr. Bell, reached out and touched the side of his neck, then lifted his eyelids to look at him, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boss, Mr. Bell is the same as always." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Seriously injured, but still alive."

"Last time he was nearly beaten to death by a corrupted giant bear, breaking three of his ribs," the blond boy complained, frowning. "I thought he'd learn his lesson. I really wanted to just leave him here and ignore him."

Despite saying that, he still bent down and carefully examined Mr. Bell's condition.

"If he could learn his lesson, he wouldn't be called Mr. Bell," the bearded man said with a wry smile. "He's just asking for trouble, you know that."

The blond boy nodded, turned around, and his gaze returned to Simon and the monster.

Its mouth was still open, the harpoon was standing upright inside, and the shaft of the harpoon protruded from between its teeth, stained with purple blood.

The blond boy was silent for a few seconds, then his gaze swept over Simon again, from head to toe.

"You killed the Devouring Beast? That's impressive."

"Thank you for the compliment," Simon replied casually.

The blond boy stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly asked:

"You're still wearing your prison uniform; were you just brought in by the priest?"

Simon nodded again. There was no need to hide anything. The smock he had looted was torn, revealing the prison uniform underneath, which was stained with blood and mud.

The blond boy was silent for a moment, then after a few seconds, he asked:

"What's your name?"

"Simon, Simon von Aalt."

"Simon," he repeated, nodding. "My name is Klein."

After introducing himself, he solemnly extended his hand to Simon. His hand was very white, with long, slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails.

Simon looked at the hand, then at his face, and then gripped it tightly.

Klein pulled him up and casually extended an invitation to him:

"Come to my camp; you need to rest."