He Comes From the Void

Hidden behind the branches and leaves, Nidalee gripped her spear tightly. Exploding cones were half buried in the dead leaves at her feet. A pair of emerald eyes fixed on the tall figure in the forest, blending with the forest.

A tall figure slowly came into view.

Nidalee remained calm, carefully measuring the distance between them and adjusting her grip on the spear.

Her eyes fell on the weapon in his hand, a bone blade, probably ground from the bone of a dragon lizard, huge enough.

When the hunter was attracted by the movement of other cougars, she threw the spear decisively.

The spear flew out from an insidious angle, but the hunter's spirit was tense and vigilant, his pupils shrank, and he reflected in an instant, swinging his arm and flying the spear. The spear swirled in the air and plunged obliquely into the soil.

Nidalee turned and ran, making a clatter of footsteps on dry leaves.

She knows when to hold back and when to attack.

"Little kitty, slow down!" He said in a growling voice, while chasing in the direction of the footsteps.

He knew his quarry was unarmed and less threatening, and this was his perfect chance to catch her.

The Sclerodon sprinted into the grass, but there was a sting under its feet, and it was knocked down by a roaring explosion.

The sound of the explosion drilled into his sensitive ears and made his head buzz. There was a warm touch from one foot, and the blood in his body was flowing out, dyeing his fur red.

Exploding cones were knocked down by such a poor trap!

Seasoned hunters immediately realize what they've been through.

The anger made the hunter's consciousness slowly gather. He knew very well that the explosive cone's damage was limited, and it could only make him limping.

But Nidalee would not give him a break.

Nidalee came back, a lithe cougar on top of him, razor-sharp claws digging through the fur of his chest.

The cougar was lying on the sclerodon's chest, avoiding the bloody mouth, and pressing its sharp teeth against his throat. In the roar of the flesh-toothed beast, it bit his neck hard and strangled his trachea.

In an instant, the wound was bleeding.

Whether it is bleeding to death or suffocation, it needs a waiting process, and the flesh-toothed beast launched an unwilling counterattack.

With one hand clenched on the bone blade, he stabbed Nidalee at the puma he had become, while the other hand grabbed her neck at the same time, trying to pinch her throat and force her to let go.

Nidalee's brothers and sisters rushed up together, biting into the flesh-toothed beast's strong limbs with their fangs, dragged him, and pressed down his arms with dozens of kilograms of weight.

Bite!

Scratch!

There were nearly a hundred scars on the carnivore's body in an instant, and the scars were too horrible to look at.

But what was really fatal was Nidalee's bite. She tore so hard that the hunter's windpipe was snapped off and he died.

"Caught you, kitten!"

Without any pause, a big hand suddenly strangled her neck, and a hunter caught her and lifted her into the air.

He grinned at her with undisguised greed in his eyes, and Nidalee grinned back with bloody fangs.

It was his companion's blood.

The carnivore's companions arrived, and there were three of them.

One of them grabbed Nidalee, and the other two swooped down on the fallen hunter, killing one of her sisters and her nephew with their hunting knives.

The lions scattered in all directions and let out low roars, fighting with the two hunters, but after a wave of attack, the cost of one death and one injury was only a few insignificant claw marks on the hunter's thigh.

Nidalee howled in pain, and the lions fled in all directions. She couldn't bear to see her family members being injured or injured, so she could only let them abandon her and leave.

"Shut up!"

The hunter stretched out his claws to her mouth, and Nidalee snapped it down, but the hunter quickly dodged it.

The second time he held her head down with his hand, then opened her mouth like a veterinarian treats a cat, and poked her fangs with his fingers.

He smiled again: "Your teeth are so sharp and smooth. It would be great to pick one and add it to the necklace."

But he immediately put on a straight face, and changed the topic: "But this is too wasteful, I want to ensure your integrity, and I will make you my best trophy!"

The other two hunters let out a series of roars and howls after checking their companion's injuries.

Nidalee could understand their speech because they were all vastaya.

"Relph is dead too."

"We have lost two strong hunters for such an insignificant trophy! This is even more disgraceful than returning empty-handed! Pongarf will be angry!"

"It's three! She even killed a fellow clan before."

"We must find a way to make up for it. None of the pumas who left scars on Ralph's body can run away! I will use their fangs to make a whole necklace!"

Nidalee was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

She couldn't even protect herself, so how could she save her family.

"I'll finish her off," said the hunter who had captured Nidalee.

After the suffering of their companions was over, the two scontodon hunters pursued the pride in different directions, and Nidalee and the last hunter were alone.

"Now we are the only ones left, little cat." He pressed her under the tree, grinning grinningly and took out a knife, his whiskers trembling with the movements of his mouth muscles.

Nidalee didn't respond, he pinched her neck hard, and roared at close range with a roar that could almost stun people: "Change for me!"

He had the same idea, to kill Nidalee the instant she transformed, to reap a misshapen but strange spoil.

But Nidalee didn't want him to do so, she clenched her teeth and endured the pain of being strangled by the force of her throat.

"You think there's nothing you can do if you don't want to change? A shape-changer will return to its original form after death. Let me see what's so special about you."

Saying so, it plunged the knife into the puma's artery.

Benedict!

With a pain in the back of his head, the hunter reached out and grabbed the back of his head with a thick mane.

There was only a sound of flapping wings, and a bird flew away from his hand, with a mane in its beak.

"It turned out to be a broken bird." The hunter looked up at the bird flying up the treetops, ignored it, and turned his eyes back to the mountain lion.

He held out the knife again, but this time, he sensed that something was wrong.

He saw the cougar's eyes froze for an instant, a huge shadow was cast, and a brutal figure was reflected on the smooth surface of the knife.

from above.

A grinning face.

Unfamiliar, yet inexplicably familiar.

Which kind is this?

He raised his head, and the figure jumped down from the branch, spreading its sharp claws.

At this moment, he saw the other person's face clearly, which was both strange and familiar.

He remembered.

——This is clearly himself!

"Catch you, little kitty!"

The other roared deafeningly, threw him from above, and tore his throat with his claws.

His breathing was leaking, his throat was choking with blood, his eyes were wide open, full of puzzlement.

"who……?"

He is dead, and he will die with peace!