All Heavens: Starting with the Predator, I'm No Longer Human

Lionface enjoys watching his prey struggle before they die.

However, it didn't forget what its little brother had said—leave the female prey behind and let it deal with it.

Although it didn't know why Hawkface liked females of other races so much, it still respected its little brother's preferences.

"Um……?"

Just then, Lionface realized something was wrong.

Logically speaking, even if the eagle took a detour, it should have arrived by now.

They had agreed that the eagle's face would intercept the prey.

But now that he's almost finished killing them all, Eagle Face still hasn't appeared. This is very strange.

Could something have gone wrong?

"not good……"

The lion's face changed color instantly. It had felt something was strange before, as if a pair of eyes were watching them from the shadows.

It now seems that the eagle-faced and elephant-faced creatures most likely encountered an accident...

Bertha had given up struggling and was waiting for death to come.

She kept her eyes closed for a long time, but it didn't end, and she didn't hear any noise, so she opened her eyes to see what was going on.

The monster was right in front of her, its wrist blades already extended from its arm armor, clearly not intending to let her go. But for some reason, it suddenly stopped, its body tense, as if it were on guard against its surroundings.

But Bertha glanced around and found nothing.

I couldn't help but wonder, what is this monster doing? What is it wary of? Is there some creature that even it fears?

"roar--!"

Just as Bertha was lost in thought, the monster inexplicably began to roar, and the plasma shoulder cannon on its shoulder fired wildly in all directions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The river water was blasted by the plasma cannon, sending waves several meters high into the air, and pebbles flew from the riverbank.

Bertha stared dumbfounded at the lion-faced creature, which seemed to have gone mad, muttering to herself, "Has this monster lost its mind? What is it doing, randomly firing around like this? Did Yamamoto damage its brain...?"

"This monster's shoulder cannon is really powerful. If we had such a weapon, the outcome would be uncertain."

Bertha thought that since she was going to die soon anyway, shouldn't she be allowed to fantasize a little?

But what happened next almost made her think she was hallucinating.

Suddenly, a deep blue light flashed in the woods opposite, followed by a loud bang and the monster's roar in Bertha's ears.

"roar--!"

She stared in disbelief at the shoulder gun that had fallen in front of her, still emitting black smoke and melted into a lump.

This weapon, which she thought was powerful just now, is now destroyed?

It's still right in front of me.

Before she could even see what was happening, a deep blue beam of light flashed in her eyes as it shot out from the opposite forest, striking the monster's shoulder cannon with pinpoint accuracy and instantly destroying the monster's prized plasma shoulder cannon.

It all happened so fast that Bertha felt like she was dreaming.

Before she could recover, she heard the sound of footsteps on the sand and gravel coming from the opposite side, but when she looked in the direction of the sound, she could not see anyone. Instead, she saw ripples appear in the calm river.

Another one?

Bertha understood that the monster hadn't gone mad, but had sensed that there was another one hiding in the woods across the way, and it seemed to be different from the one it was with.

No wonder it was on high alert.

The newly appeared monster opposite her, gradually revealing its form in the river, clad in jet-black armor and much taller than the one in front of her, exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.

In particular, the scarlet eye sockets on his mask revealed a bloodthirsty, murderous madness, and the two cannons on his shoulders, which were even larger than the plasma shoulder cannons, suggested that he was the culprit who had just destroyed the plasma shoulder cannons.

Bertha looked at the lion-faced creature in front of her, who was on high alert as if it had encountered its natural enemy, and felt a little smug.

"roar--!"

Lion roared at Chu Cige with a fierce but cowardly expression. Now his shoulder cannon was destroyed, and all he had on him were a disc-shaped throwing star, a hunting net, and a wrist blade...

In stark contrast to the fully armed Chu Ci Ge opposite it, just as it had faced Ross earlier.

Now, it's just that Chu Cige has become the hunter, while the lion-faced creature has become prey that has lost its important weapon; it's practically a reversal of the natural order.

"Ha! You want to test your weapon skills with me?"

Chu Ci Ge was almost amused by the lion-faced lion.

Seeing the vast difference in equipment, Lionface actually challenged him to a close-quarters battle, a true 1v1 duel between men, without using high-tech weapons, relying solely on the wrist blades on his body.

Chu Ci Ge readily agreed.

Putting everything else aside, just based on the nano-armor protection he wears, Lionface is already at a disadvantage. Not to mention, he also has AI assistance in the battle. What can Lionface use to fight him?

"Come!"

Chu Cige retracted the plasma railgun from his shoulder, concealed the infrared laser radar within his armor, and extended his wrist blade, allowing the lion-faced creature to attack first.

Seeing this, Lionface didn't think Chu Cige was underestimating it. It was just that the armor on Chu Cige's body and his taller stature were too oppressive, making Lionface feel like it was facing an elder of its own tribe.

Although they were just a small tribe and their elders weren't particularly strong, they were still beings who had hunted down a creature like the Alien Queen on their own, which was fundamentally different from the Ironbloods who completed their coming-of-age ceremony with shoulder cannons.

Lionface took a deep breath to calm his agitated heart.

It knew that Chu Cige was willing to give up high-tech weapons to fight it in close combat, which was already out of consideration for the unspoken rules among Predators.

This unspoken rule is considered a truth by the Horde Ironbloods, but it's utter nonsense to the Dark Ironbloods and their wandering Ironbloods. Yet, they are now grateful that such a rule exists.

"Roar—!"

Lionface charged forward, its wrist blade leaving an arc in the air as it slashed toward Chu Cige's neck.

Its fighting style tends to be a one-hit kill, with each move aimed directly at the enemy's vital points.

Just as the blade was about to slice across his opponent's neck, he stepped back, narrowly dodging the incoming wrist blade.

Lionface was not discouraged and quickly changed his move, thrusting his wrist blade straight at the throat, but it was easily dodged again.

The fierce attacks continued relentlessly, and the lion-faced creature showed no sign of stopping, constantly waving its wrist blades at Chu Cige, trying to find an opening in her defenses.

Bertha watched the battle between the two monsters with trepidation. She didn't want to see Lionface win, but she was also afraid that the newcomer Chu Cige would easily kill Lionface. Ideally, they would both perish, so that she would still have a chance to survive.

Looking at the current situation, it seems that the Lion-faced monster has the upper hand, defeating the newly arrived monsters one after another without any power to fight back, which makes her heart sink.

Is it still impossible to escape the fate of having one's spine removed?

A sense of resentment arose in her heart, a resentment towards Chu Cige—having high-tech weapons but not knowing how to use them, what was she doing acting like a big shot, fighting Lionface in close combat, was she even a match for him?

You then engage in close combat...

Bertha pondered how she could escape.

She looked around, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shotgun that Ross had dropped earlier, and an idea came to her.

Taking advantage of the intense battle between the two monsters, she approached silently, keeping a close eye on the fight and stopping to wait for an opportunity if anything seemed amiss.