Chapter 3: The Injured Red-scaled Fire Python. The Horn of The Unicorn

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What should I do…”

Emerson stood at the tip of the tree, in the darkness, watching the huge body of the Red-scaled Fire Python under the moonlight.

With the strength of a tier 8 mutated creature, that tree could not stop it at all.

With no other choice, Emerson could only use his last bit of strength as he jumped onto a mountain wall.

There was a small platform on the wall, which could allow him to stand there and recover his strength.

Soon, the Red-scaled Fire Python saw him standing on the platform.

Emerson maintained his vigilance and hid at the innermost part of the mountain wall.

At the same time, he was constantly on guard against the possible attacks of the Red-scaled Fire Python.

However, a miraculous scene happened.

Originally, Emerson only wanted to use the protection of the rocks there to stop the Red-scaled Fire Python for a while, to buy himself some time to rest.

However, that tier 8 mutated creature could not do anything when faced with the platform that was not even 5 meters tall!

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

It stuck out its tongue and raised its head high. The 2 eyes on its head were even bigger than the headlights of a car, emitting a dazzling light in the dark night.

It was obvious that it did not want to let Emerson go.

However, it hesitated.

Why?

Emerson was confused too.

After looking carefully at the Red-scaled Fire Python, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a hole in the abdomen of the Python.

It was as if something had cut open the python’s flesh from the inside. Something drilled on its flesh.

The python was hindered by the wound on its abdomen and did not dare to rush up the mountain.

The Red-scaled Fire Python was afraid that the wound on its abdomen would be cut by those sharp stones, which would further enlarge it wound.

“So that’s how it is.”

Emerson’s eyes flashed with a bright light. “If it’s an injury, then it’ll be easy to deal with.”

No matter what mutated creature it was, when it was injured or wounded, its strength would be greatly reduced.

The reason why the Red-scaled Fire Python was so slow when it chased Emerson was that it had lost too much blood. Its wound had worsened.

Facing a wounded Red-scaled Fire Python, Emerson felt less fearful.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

If he continued to run away from it, the Red-scaled Fire Python would definitely not be able to catch up to him.

Could he take a risk and try to kill it?

It was not impossible for him to kill the python. As long as he continued to drag it on and brought it through the dark forest, its wound would become more and more serious.

If this continued, as long as the wound expanded and killed the Red-scaled Fire Python, he could harvest the spoils of war.

How much of a boost could a tier 8 mutated creature bring him?

Emerson could not help but look forward to it.

However, what he needed to do was to recover his stamina first.

While maintaining his vigilance, he had also caught 2 Iron Horn Ants.

Although the ants could not increase Emerson’s attributes, it was still a quasi-tier 9 mutated creature.

The Iron Horn Ant contained abundant energy.

At the moment, it was good enough for him to recover his strength quickly.

Although it tasted terrible, Emerson still ate them.

Soon, as the Iron Horn Ants were swallowed by him bit by bit, a faint warmth rose from his abdomen and spread throughout his body.

Emerson could feel that his strength was rapidly recovering.

At the same time, a voice sounded in his mind.

[Iron Horn Ant fusion. Strength Gene: +0.]

[Sufficient Iron Horn Ant’s gene. Quasi-tier 9 creature soul obtained.]

Creature soul!

Emerson’s eyes widened. He had never thought that eating Iron Horn Ant would trigger a creature soul.

He had stayed in the dark forest for 3 days and had killed more than 1,000 mutated creatures, yet he had not obtained a single creature soul.

Who would have thought that after eating 2 Iron Horn Ants, he would obtain a creature soul?

“Oh my God.”

He was pleasantly surprised. Although the creature soul of the Iron Horn Ant was not high, it was better than nothing.

With a thought, a pitch-black stinger fell into his hand.

[Creature soul of the Iron Horn Ant: Weapon-type.]

It was a weapon-type creature soul.

The stinger from the Iron Horn Ant was very sharp. There was a dark green glow on it as well.

It was obvious that there was a lethal poison on the stinger.

With the stinger, Emerson was very confident in dealing with the Red-scaled Fire Python.

Hiss! Hiss!

The Red-scaled Fire Python below seemed to have become agitated after seeing Emerson take out the Horcrux Stinger.

It roared at Emerson, and its eyes revealed a strange light. It swung its enormous tail, smashed a huge tree nearby, and actually turned around to leave!

Obviously, the Red-scaled Fire Python was intelligent and knew that the stinger could pose a huge threat to it. It did not want to take such a risk for a small prey.

However, how could Emerson let it off his hook so easily?

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Emerson shouted as he pounced at the python like a cannonball.

He raised the stinger as he suddenly stabbed at its tail!

Hiss!

The Red-scaled Fire Python let out a painful cry. After that, it continuously swung its huge tail, trying to kill Emerson with its massive tail.

However, Emerson would not give it the chance. After a successful strike, he ran away, hiding on a nearby tree trunk, waiting for the stinger’s poison to take effect in the Red-scaled Fire Python’s body.

Unfortunately, that was only a poison from a quasi-tier 9 mutated creature. To a tier 8 mutated creature, it would not have any effect for the time being.

However, Emerson was not in a hurry. He just waited for the poison to take effect.

If the Red-scaled Fire Python turned around and chased after him, Emerson would immediately run away without hesitation.

If the Red-scaled Fire Python ignored him, Emerson would move toward it slowly. From time to time, he would stab the Red-scaled Fire Python a few times.

Red-scaled Fire Python let out terrifying hisses, but it could not do anything to Emerson.

After a long time, Emerson gradually realized that Red-scaled Fire Python’s dexterity was not as good as before.

Emerson even tried to stab the stinger deeper into Red-scaled Fire Python’s tail, but it did not have much of a reaction.

It was obvious that the poison had begun to take effect, numbing its nerves.

The wound on the Red-scaled Fire Python’s abdomen had expanded.

It was obvious that the Red-scaled Fire Python could not hold on much longer.

At that moment, Emerson could clearly see that the wound on the abdomen seemed to be the Red-scaled Fire Python’s stomach.

Its abdomen had been penetrated by a sharp horn, leaving a huge gash on it.

Emerson was immediately attracted by what was inside.

“Is that… the horn of a Unicorn?”