Quanzai Cone

Zhijun's hunch was right.

As I narrowly escaped the puncture of a few branches, I was speechless and asked the heaven: I am so stupid, really, I just thought that there would be ferocious monsters lurking in the woods, not to mention the trees that could mutate and move—but I didn’t Think of the whole forest as a single tree!

The gigantic trees that form a single forest are like monsters. The air roots that grow densely and abnormally towards the sky are more excited than the sharks that smell blood. Layers contain them, so we can barely find a gap to hide from.

But this is obviously not a long-term solution. Even though the speed of breaking free from the ground is very slow, the giant tree is still steadily moving up inch by inch. A huge tree has obviously risen in the center of the forest, and even the ground hundreds of meters around it is trembling.

I was so embarrassed that I shot away the entangled branch, and saw that it had only lost a ring of bark, and shouted angrily: "Ordinary bullets basically don't work! Zhijun, how are you?"

Zhijun, who tried a few incendiary bombs with the grenade gun, turned left and right and came back to me, solemnly said: "It's useless, this tree belongs to the fire-resistant species."

The branches that cover the sky and the sun are dancing, surrounding us, and we can't tell the front and back at all.Ji-kun and I leaned back against each other, panting and biting our lips.

Obviously it's all here!

The desperation with nowhere to escape kept hitting my defenses. I tried my best to contain my despondent thoughts, looked around quickly, and finally caught a faint red glow in the precarious situation.

"Zhijun!" I took the opportunity to change the defensive position with Zhijun, and asked him to look at the light, "There is something in the middle of the woods!"

I used a shotgun to cut off the suddenly drawn branches, and after tens of seconds, I heard Zhijun reply: "It's a sarcoma exposed on the trunk."

"The 'heart' part... As long as you can destroy it, you can stop the attack?" He muttered to himself, calling me, "Miss!"

I immediately responded: "Understood, I will change the arsenal and come out to cover you!"

"No, Changing Swordsman, Miss, you bring the 'Restore' potion, I will cover you." Zhijun rejected my proposal, found a gap and stuffed all the potion syringes and capsules to me.

Before I had time to think about it, I switched my personality according to his instructions, and my consciousness retreated to a bystander position.The moment the swordsman appeared on the stage, he picked up a small bag full of potions, held a gun and rushed towards the middle of the woods.

Compared with arsenals who are better at hot weapons and team battles, swordsmen who practice traditional kendo are much more mysterious and agile, rushing from left to right, jumping up and down, no need to shoot and no branches to hold him back .Zhijun couldn't keep up with this speed, and he fired fire bombs without any scruples behind me, attracting more and more branches.

Although it is a fire-resistant species, it is wood after all, and it will always burn, but it will be extinguished soon.that's enough.

The giant tree that seemed to have a sense of pain was irritated by Zhijun's actions of firing everywhere. The rising and broken ground approached the sarcomas that emerged from the cracks that ran across the tree trunks.

The thing was beating heavily and slowly like a heart, and the red light emitted illuminated the dancing branches of the demons.The swordsman manipulated his body to swiftly climb over the branches blocking the road, and stopped in front of the last vine net.

He is not good at hot weapons, and he is ready to withdraw his gun and draw his knife to cut down this obstacle.However, at this critical moment when time is racing against time, a sulfuric acid bomb was fired from behind, hitting the vine net exactly, corroding a circle of holes.

The swordsman didn't waste his chance, dodging through the hole and heading for the sarcoma.But I couldn't help but pay attention to what was behind me, and I heard Zhijun's deliberately provocative voice.

"Mr. Tree, I'm here! Where are you looking, are your old eyes dim?"

Of course the giant tree couldn't understand human language, but it was still furious. The grenade guns stopped, presumably because they ran out of bullets, and the sound of branches waving across the sky was overwhelming for a while.

As a bystander, I couldn't turn my head back, my whole heart was clenched, and I watched the swordsman stuff the small pocket into the sarcoma, and then shot a few more shots.

The "restore" potion lived up to expectations and produced immediate effects.The signs of withering and shrinking spread rapidly on the sarcoma, the entire giant tree trembled, and the fluttering branches gradually froze.

Not in the mood to continue to pay attention to the reaction, I urged the swordsman to hurry to Zhijun's side.

The side effects of switching personalities made my physical strength bottom out again. Holding on to the dead branches, I tried my best to run towards Zhijun. The moment I got close to him, the swordsman left the field due to excessive consumption, and my consciousness fell back into my body.

At the same time, the unwilling giant tree raised its last moving branch and stabbed at us.

The piercing speed of the dying strike was so fast that it was hard to catch with the naked eye, and I, who was already on the verge of collapse, watched it rush towards the blood-stained Zhijun——

"Pfft".

How does it feel to be pierced through the waist by a rough branch as thick as an arm?

My mind went blank and I felt nothing.

The joy of pushing Zhijun away before the attack was carried out covered everything, and even the pain didn't come until the branch was pulled out of the body and withered.I froze in place, my raised arms couldn't be lowered for a long time, and my vision gradually disintegrated and became chaotic.

Blood must have gushed out of the wound, and the arctic cold had poured in through the hole, filling the void.Both my mind and body were freezing, I was in a daze, and I vaguely heard Zhijun's unusual cry.

is he calling me

I tried to turn my head to look at him, but I couldn't move.

It seemed like only a few seconds, and it seemed like a century later, I was held firmly by someone, and I lay down flat.The wound was tightly bound by something, and it stopped bleeding, but it was still getting colder and colder.I trembled and leaned feebly on a thin back.

Zhijun picked me up on his back, trying to reduce the shaking as much as possible and quicken his pace.He was calling me repeatedly, but I couldn't distinguish the content of the words at all.

The worry when I passed the narrow bridge came to my mind in a trance, I struggled and spoke vaguely.

"...you have to... care more, be yourself..."

For some reason, I regained some strength, and I raised my hand to touch his cheek with difficulty, but through the gloves, I couldn't feel anything.

There was no warmth from skin to skin, no cold, even if his tears fell on his fingertips, he couldn't find it.

No, Zhijun probably won't cry.

I told him that we only got along for a little over a month, so it would be nice to be regarded as a companion.but--

"Even without me, you still have to go to the communication tower as originally planned and return to the city..." Even if I had excess self-awareness, I still said these words obediently, miraculously smoothly, "Don't die Drop! At least don't die until you remember everything! Live..."

——This is a one-time life with suffering and accidents, don't give up easily.