Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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They had long forgotten the old man Guruk's instructions and the Southerners' demand that they not participate in the hunt. They roared and threw short spears at the six-armed serpent demon, then drew their short axes and charged forward.

No short spear could penetrate the six greatswords and touch the six-armed serpent demon's body; occasionally, one would land on her serpent tail, futilely sparking a series of sparks against her scales.

As Tusu lifted his head from the mud, a drop of liquid splashed onto his forehead, only to be washed away by the rain.

His heart was shaking.

—When the drop of heat landed on his forehead, he felt it; it was warm.

There was no one alive ahead.

A dozen or so disemboweled, headless, and limbless corpses lay or leaned against each other in the downpour, surrounding the six-armed, giant snake-bodied demon.

Tusu struggled to his feet from the ground and pulled out an obsidian axe.

He turned and yelled at his six companions, "Go get Gruuk! Run there! Make them all blow the whistles!"

None of the six men made a move until he roared and called out their names. Only then did the hunter closest to the clearing grit his teeth and run towards it.

The six-armed serpent demon swayed and was about to chase after the one who had asked for help.

However, Tusu and five others blocked her pursuit route.

The "Warrior of Warriors," unleashing a berserk force, had bloodshot eyes, and his already imposing figure seemed to grow even larger. His massive body radiated intense heat, and raindrops falling on his body and head immediately evaporated into a cloud of white mist.

This is Tusu's ability as a "Firestorm Berserker".

Through rage, the inner fury is externalized and materialized, evolving into a true raging fire that spreads rampantly and devours everything.

He raised his two obsidian axes high and let out a deafening roar. This was the same battle cry that old man Guruk had vaguely heard in the clearing.

Tusu's roar pierced the rain and drowned out the thunder: "Come on, you deformed six-armed bastard snake!"

The six-armed snake demon remained expressionless.

The lower body suddenly raised the upper body a considerable height.

On the massive, jet-black serpentine body, a flawless white human figure, almost taller than the treetops, and six sword-wielding arms, resembled a white rose blooming on black vines, swaying left and right in the wind.

Tusu and the other hunters all looked up at her, cautiously adopting defensive postures.

The Berserker's heart was burning with rage. But he knew that if he didn't calm down, everyone would surely die.

He looked up and stared fiercely at that flawless face.

The more he was amazed by the beauty of her face when he saw her projection before, the more he wanted to shatter that face into pieces now.

Rainwater streamed into Tusu's eyes, and he couldn't help but squint.

In the blink of an eye, a faint scream and the sound of someone falling to the ground came from behind.

Tusu turned around and looked incredulously at the hunter he had specifically requested help from, who was lying face down in the mud not far away, his body still trembling slightly, unable to stand up.

He saw a metallic sheen on the back of his head and neck.

That was the reflection from the brass whistle.

In that instant, the six-armed serpent demon used its tail to raise its body, thus escaping the line of sight obstructed by Tusu and the others.

The full power of mind control.

The seven bronze whistles that had been slowly flying around her demonic body shot out.

It moved with lightning speed!

The hunter who went to seek help collapsed in the mud, convulsing.

Fresh blood gushed out continuously from the protruding end of the bronze whistle. Despite the heavy rain, the seven streaks of blood still shot out rapidly and far.

Tusu gritted his teeth and glared at her angrily.

The six-armed serpent demon did not look at him.

Amidst the raging wind and rain, she raised her six arms straight forward, the tips of six greatswords meeting in front of her.

She stared intently at the point where the six sword tips met.

Rainwater flowed down her body and the greatsword.

Her gaze was unfocused, as if she were deep in thought.

Whether she was wielding her sword or remotely controlling the copper whistle to aim and kill the four natives, she seemed to see through all the enemy's next moves, weaknesses, and vital points.

Ultimately, they are not immortal.

As long as one is a mortal with life, there will inevitably be a vital point, and death is inevitable.

Is this the power of the Mortal Hunter class to hunt mortals? Automatically discerning the weaknesses of every mortal's every move, making the killing of mortals more efficient?

"All men must die eventually."

The six-armed serpent demon, which had grown even larger from being pushed up by the serpent's tail, put away its six greatswords and looked down at Tusu.

A demonic voice, a blend of countless female voices, echoed in the natives' minds: "I am not killing. But guiding your immortal souls away from your decaying bodies."

Her response was a furious roar.

The rain poured down, and streaks of lightning ripped across the sky.

Tusu kicked off the tree trunk, leaped high into the air, and jumped like a cannonball towards the huge demon in mid-air. With the force of a thunderbolt, he cleaved the beautiful face with his double axes!

The other five roared and charged forward, their target her thick snake body. Even if they couldn't harm the snake-woman, it would be good if they could at least hold her back for a little while.

The six-armed serpent demon stood motionless, silent, as if it had become a statue.

Their movements and speed were transformed into countless numbers, appearing in her mind.

Just as the hunters stepped into their attack range, she suddenly moved.

Supporting its towering half-human, half-snake demonic body with its tail, it suddenly turned and plunged downwards in the direction Tusu had jumped.

The snake's body moved with effortless grace, causing the human body to turn in mid-air with incredibly smooth movements.

A jade-like arm swiftly raised a sword and slashed upwards, the blade landing precisely between Tusu's legs. Five other greatswords, whipping up raindrops, slashed towards the other five people.

Tusu was in mid-air with no way to avoid it. The obsidian axe was too short, and his arm was raised too high, so there was no time to block it.

Just as his lower abdomen and groin were about to be cleaved in two by a single sword strike, the Firestorm Berserker unleashed a deafening roar.

This is Tusu's ultimate move.

With a mighty roar, he unleashed all his pent-up anger, burning everything around him.

With this roar, blazing flames erupted from every pore of the berserker, forming a fireball fifteen feet in diameter above the six-armed serpent demon.

The fireball illuminated the sky.

The six-armed serpent demon hissed as it was struck by the raging fire.

The body accelerated downwards, and the greatsword that had been raised upwards was retracted.

The sword tip touched the man's genital-protecting gourd, just before making contact, and with a "whoosh" sound, it gently grazed the gourd's curved bottom.

The slight tremor from their contact traveled rapidly from the lower body along the spine to the man's brain.

Tusu's berserk state subsided as his inner rage was released.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

He had never been so terrified in his entire life.

The moment my feet touched the ground, I felt my legs were sore and weak, and I almost fell to my knees.

Chapter 18 The New Avengers

In the pouring rain, Tusu breathed heavily.

As his berserk state subsided, he felt completely drained of strength, making it difficult even to stand.

Sweat mixed with rainwater and streamed down his face.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw five more people lying down around the snake-bodied woman opposite him.

He slowly leaned back against the large tree beside him, holding the stone axe to the snake-bodied woman with one hand, and with the other hand he took out a roll of black ointment from a bamboo tube hanging at his side. He put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and after chewing it, he did not spit out the bitter residue, but pressed it under the back of his tongue.

Tusu gasped for breath, staring at the snake-bodied woman opposite him with hatred.

“Come on then,” he said. “You and I, let’s fight to the death over these two pools of blood, you snake bitch.”

The cool rain poured down on the burn wounds on the six-armed serpent demon's arms, easing the excruciating pain somewhat.

The reborn were both shocked and furious.

This was the first time in her two lives that she had experienced such severe pain.

The six-armed serpent demon has some fire resistance, but she is not a Balor fire demon after all, and is far from being completely immune to fire damage.

She examined her burned arm.

Half of his arm was almost completely charred; the injury was too severe for him to lift for the time being.

She heard what Tusu said.

She didn't understand the indigenous language, but that didn't stop her from understanding that it was Tusu speaking provocative swear words.

You thought I'd rush over and fight you to the death; you thought this was your only chance to turn the tables.

She sensed his presence telepathically.

[Let me tell you, there's nothing I can't see through, you pathetic fool.]

The six-armed serpent demon sneered, retracting its greatsword with one hand and taking out the fireball wand it had seized from the mage Ur.

She pointed the ruby-encrusted wand at Tusu.

You too can experience what it's like to be grilled!

Tusu glared at her, mentally unleashing a torrent of profanities in response.

But it was like throwing a stone into the sea.

As soon as she finished conveying her meaning, she immediately severed their telepathic connection, as if she had guessed he would curse her.

The cloaked flying monkeys on the treetops above were calling out restlessly.

Tusu was baffled to see that the snake-bodied woman opposite him seemed to have changed her mind and calmly put away her fireball wand.

She gives off a really unique vibe.

It wasn't just her captivating face, her eerie, mixed voice, or the stark contrast between her white jade body and jet-black snake tail... Every move this snake-woman made carried an indescribable "flavor"—if the native language had a richer vocabulary, he might have used a word like "charm" to describe her—even knowing that this woman was a terrifying demon, it was hard to resist her eerie allure.

Who hired you?

The telepathic connection between the mixed demonic sounds rang out in Tusu's mind once again.

The six-armed serpent demon stared at the natives opposite him.

She secretly cast a spell on him to "bewitch humans," one of the very few spells that mortal hunters possess.

Tusu blinked.

As the enchanting voice entered his ears, his gaze became slightly vacant, and he suddenly felt that her words carried an undeniable persuasive power.

Who came?

He paused for a second to think before answering her:

[A Southerner, a Big Shot]

【name? 】

He blankly replied to her: "I don't know."

The work of contacting and negotiating with the southerners was done by the old man, Guruq. Tusu had no interest in communicating with outsiders, so naturally he was unaware of this information.

[Appearance?]

[Bald, one-eyed, with a black eye patch, very gloomy]

The six-armed snake demon frowned: It wasn't Tankred?

This time, she's completely out of her depth.

She didn't know that Tankred had been turned into the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. by her tail. In her memory, that guy was still a handsome middle-aged man with a greasy and scumbag vibe, the kind who would prey on little girls.

She wanted to ask a few more questions, but the cloaked flying monkey's cries grew even more shrill.

The sounds of rustling bushes and trampling through mud came from more directions, the footsteps fast and urgent, indicating that more indigenous people were coming to help.