Chapter 143 (1/2)

”We have no idea so far; these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds aren’t afraid of us at all!” the clones screamed. ”We aren’t the almighty Willow - it’d be great if we were! But this centipede doesn’t seem to be a threat to them.”

”I agree.”

Chang kept pointing his gun at the birds without firing. He didn’t want to irritate them, but at the same time, he wouldn’t allow the birds to take advantage of him either. Therefore, he was fully concentrated on defending. ”They’re just super annoying; they aren’t as aggressive as the species I’ve dealt with before, but their eyes unnerve me.”

”Just keep in mind to not cause injury to them or us. Otherwise the blood will wrack their nerves,” Qing shouted. ”Or should I say that the blood will drive away their last hesitation.”

”I’ll try.” Some monkeys with wings were circling between the branches; they even held rocks and sticks as weapons. It seemed like they were ready for a surprise attack.

”I have a good idea.” Chang jumped off the centipede and ducked into the jungle. ”I’ll be right back.”

He scurried away between the thin gaps among the trees, not catching much attention from the birds. After all, he was all alone while his group was gathered with the centipede. The target size was quite different in scale.

Chang dashed forward for two hundred meters and directed the flock's attention— with a gunshot—to himself, and the birds turned their heads in an orderly manner.

The bullet tore a bird, the corpse splattered in the air, and blood misted and damped the surroundings. This kind of blood bomb couldn’t be more irresistible to the ravenous flocks.

He ran right after he shot the poor bird, for one animal was not going to distract the flocks for long enough.

Chang soon shot another bird to create more chaos.

He did so a few times until the predatory vibe grew among the beasts. The flocks went into a mania, plundering the corpses from all directions. Since the initial number of preys was small, many of the birds which didn’t get a share of flesh started aiming for their peers. Chang’s gunshots ignited the ma.s.sacre of the flocks, one going against each other.

Later, riots were provoked like fireworks in the sky. The flocks around the centipedes were soon intrigued by the noise; they gave up on their original target and peace was returned to the group of travelers.

Fifteen minutes later, the sky was clear when Chang came back from the battlefield.

”Finally, there is some light.” All the leaves on the branches had been bitten off by now. ”The jungle is already tightly weaved, and the flocks even blocked the last beams of light we had. Wasn’t that upsetting?”

”Don’t you have night vision?” the clones stated.

”How do you know?” Chang asked back.