Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

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"Roar..."

The bull dragon lay there, emitting low whimpers. The ferocity in its orange-yellow vertical pupils had completely vanished, replaced only by the disorientation characteristic of a dying creature.

"It's over."

Qingshan raised his fire axe, aimed it at the junction of the bull's head and neck, and cleanly and decisively chopped it down.

"Snap—!"

The axe blade cut into the bone, severing the spinal cord, and the massive head detached from the body, rolling twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

Qingshan straightened up and exhaled a long breath.

"Phew, this feels pretty good."

His clothes were stained with dark red blood, and there were several bloodstains on his face, but he looked energetic and showed no signs of fatigue after a high-intensity battle.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the corpses of the two bull dragons.

"The meat of animals that run for long periods of time is quite good, and we can't waste it."

He crouched down and began cutting the fattest parts of the bull dragon.

The muscles on the inside of the thighs and the strips of meat along the spine were all cut quite neatly.

He wrapped it tightly in large leaves, layer upon layer, and put it in the backpack behind him.

"Take it back for them to try the beef tenderloin."

"I just don't know how it differs from beef."

After he finished packing the meat, he swung the fire axe again and chopped off the head of the other carnivore.

Two bull heads were placed side by side on the ground, each three or four times larger than a human head.

The heavy head cast a deep shadow in the sunlight.

Qingshan also put the ox head on.

A stick strung with snake heads, two bull heads, and three ferocious skulls gleamed eerily in the sunlight.

Blood was still seeping down the stick.

"If cavemen saw me looking like this, they'd probably think I was a god?"

Aoyama readjusted the center of gravity of the long staff, and after confirming that it would not affect his movement, he stepped forward.

After two massacres, the air in this area was filled with an extremely terrifying stench of blood.

Let alone small predators, even larger dinosaurs would instinctively choose to retreat in the face of such a strong smell of blood.

Aoyama's all-seeing ability allows him to capture the surrounding situation.

Within a radius of about two or three hundred meters centered on him, all living things had fled completely.

Even the lizards and field mice that usually hide in the bushes have vanished without a trace.

"nice."

"Nothing should cause any more trouble along the way."

After walking a distance, he stopped on a slightly elevated hillside, stuck his long stick into the ground, and took out a thermos from his pocket to take a sip.

The water in the thermos still carried the coolness of when it was poured in that morning, and tasted refreshingly sweet.

He drank water while surveying the terrain ahead.

Looking out from here, the terrain to the south gradually rises and falls, and the dense forest begins to thin out, replaced by open grasslands.

"The view is better there, and if there's a settlement, it should be easier to spot in the open."

He packed up the water bag, picked up the long stick again, and continued walking south.

The path underfoot was easier to walk on than before; the grassland was much flatter than the dense forest floor, and there weren't as many tangled tree roots and vines.

After walking for about half an hour, he noticed a relatively high ridge ahead.

"That should be a good observation point."

He adjusted his direction and headed towards that ridge, quickening his pace.

It took about ten minutes to climb up that ridge.

Standing atop the ridge, a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before me.

The entire southern terrain is laid out before you.

Rolling low hills, patches of grassland, and scattered bushes.

Further south lies an even denser forest, with layers of tree canopies spreading out like a green ocean.

Green Mountain's gaze slowly swept over every detail in his field of vision.

There was no smoke from cooking fires, no trace of man-made structures, and no sign of any human activity.

"It seems there is no gathering place nearby for the time being."

However, his gaze lingered on a spot at the edge of the distant forest.

There was a relatively flat area with some unnatural ridges that could be vaguely seen.

"What is that?"

He squinted, trying to make out the shapes of the bulges, but they were too far away and the details were blurry.

"Make a note of that location, and go back to see it when you have the chance."

He looked away and turned to walk back.

"Since there's no gathering place here, we should go back."

Qingshan walked back along the same path, at a slightly slower pace than when he came.

The bull's head and the Titanoboa's head hanging on the long staff swayed slightly with each step.

Blood dripped onto the grass, leaving a trail of dark red marks.

"If anything dares to follow, that would be even better."

Actually, this can be considered a screening method of Aoyama.

Those weaker than Carnotaurus and Titanoboa dare not approach, while those stronger will follow the scent of blood.

However, he did not intend to lure any potential pursuers back to the bay.

"Let's find a place and wait for the rabbit to run into our trap."

"If not, then wash these three trophies clean on the beach."

As Qingshan pondered, he looked around.

.....

Saeko Busujima stood on high ground, her gaze fixed on the black figure moving through the grass in the distance.

She had only been hunting down the hunting parties in those settlements, but she never expected to witness such a scene.

"That man..."

He carried a long stick on his shoulder, the stick soaked in dark red blood, which was still dripping down.

At the top of the stick were three enormous heads.

The top one is a snake's head, which is thicker than an average person's torso!

Even after it had detached from the body, those vertical pupils still retained a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine!

Below the snake's head, two more ferocious heads hung on the stick, one on the left and one on the right.

It has thick horns, a wide mouth and nose, and a mouthful of serrated fangs exposed to the air.

Even in death, he still exudes an oppressive murderous aura.

Saeko Busujima's pupils suddenly contracted.

"That's... the head of the Titanoboa?!"

Her voice unconsciously murmured out, as if she were talking to herself, or as if she were asking the air for confirmation.

"Two more dinosaurs?"

Saeko Busujima's breath hitched for a moment.

She had just cleared two sentry posts late last night, taking down several knife-wielding thugs with a knife.

I thought she was strong enough.

But now, standing on high ground, looking at the three heads on Qingshan's shoulders, she suddenly felt that her little "achievements" were like children playing house.

"He...killed all three by himself?"

Saeko Busujima's fingers unconsciously tightened, her knuckles turning white from the force of her grip on the hilt of the knife.

Her breathing was a little faster than usual, and her full breasts rose and fell slightly.

She had seen the corpses of many strong people, and also the ugly behavior of many weak people in the face of death.

She had thought this man was strong, but she never imagined he would be this strong to such an inhuman degree!

"That snake head... the Titanoboa's head, it's bigger than my whole body..."

Saeko Busujima's voice was slightly dry, and cracks had appeared in the calmness she usually maintained.

Her gaze was fixed on the long staff on Qingshan's shoulder, her eyes shifting back and forth between the three heads, as if she were repeatedly confirming something.

He walked steadily, and the spoils on his long staff weighed at least several hundred pounds.

But his steps did not falter.

His clothes were stained with blood, but it was clearly not his blood.

"The look in his eyes when he saw me..."

That image kept uncontrollably appearing in Saeko Busujima's mind.

The man stood atop the rock face, looking down at her.

That was an indifferent attitude.

At the time, she thought it was some kind of natural pride or contempt, but now she understands.

That's not contempt.

She licked her slightly dry lips and let out a very soft laugh.

"Oh..."

The laughter carried a strange tremor, making it difficult to discern whether it was excitement, fear, or both.