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Three days

That would be enough to completely transform the edge of this jungle.

...Although the appearance hasn't changed,

But inner qualities are the most important, aren't they? o(￣▽￣)d.

That night,

The starry sky was swallowed up by thick cumulonimbus clouds, and the chirping of insects, louder than usual, sent chills down one's spine.

Unlike the deathly silence of the jungle,

The night owls in the Blue Star live stream room were full of energy:

[To be honest, if my renovation team were half as efficient as Ivan and Klaus, would I still be sleeping in a bare-bones apartment?]

[Does the person upstairs want to renovate your house so that if you step in with your left foot, you'll break your leg, and if you step in with your right foot, you'll lose your head?]

[Stop joking! Latest battle report: Morrison has hooked up with the snake-man tribe chief!]

[I saw it, but I don't understand how he could understand those snake people...]

[Hiss~ Is this plot going to turn into the movie I just watched? The Smurfs!]

Deep in the jungle.

"Hiss..."

The soft rustling of grass being flattened abruptly broke the monotonous background sound.

Dozens of pairs of orange-yellow eyes,

It looked like will-o'-the-wisps floating in mid-air.

They were bulky and tall, and surged toward the camp under some silent command.

Behind these basilisks,

A dozen or so "figures" appeared.

Their upper bodies were humanoid, covered in scales, while their lower bodies were thick snake tails. These snake-men, wielding bone spears or long knives, gazed coldly and excitedly at the faint light in the distance.

The prey is right there.

But as their target became clearer, they gradually detected an unusual stench of decay.

This taste...

Does this look familiar?

The snake-man in the lead stopped and rapidly flicked his scarlet tongue, trying to detect the scent in the air.

Their gaze slowly moved upwards—

A dozen or so menacing snake heads were pierced through with sharpened branches and hung at varying heights on low branches outside the camp, next to neatly arranged torsos and severed tails.

The decaying snake heads swayed gently in the night breeze.

The snake people's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

This is blatant provocation!

How dare those lowly monkeys, who only know how to burrow and eat grass roots, display the noble Naga vassals as spoils of war?!

The snake-man captain's bone spear pierced the soil fiercely.

It originally only intended to capture some of the cave dwellers so that the rest could continue to work as laborers, but now it seems unnecessary!

"Kill them all!" it hissed, issuing the command.

"Hiss~ Kill~ All~"

They flicked their tongues, and the rustling sound of their scales rubbing against the grass instantly intensified.

Two elite snake-men wielding curved swords led a group of snake monsters cautiously closer. Just as they were about to reach the pile of severed tails, one of the snake-men raised his hand to signal them to stop.

It gently parted a leaf with a knife.

Below was a taut rope.

A hint of human mockery appeared on the snake's face. It instructed another snake-man to lead the tail-walking snake monsters around the bushes, while it itself stepped directly over the trap.

"Whoosh—"

The moment its foot touched the ground after crossing the rope, the seemingly flat ground beneath the rope suddenly collapsed.

The elite snake-man reacted quickly, twisting his upper body to hook onto a nearby tree branch.

They didn't fall!

It had just breathed a sigh of relief,

"Click."

As the branch slumped down, a row of sharpened wooden planks swept diagonally from the tree canopy diagonally above.

"Pfft!"

The sharpened wooden raft, encased in a metal shell, pierced the belly of the levitating snake-man without any hindrance, and the powerful impact pinned him to the tree trunk like a mosquito being swatted.

Before things had even calmed down here, the friends who were trying to rescue others also got caught in the crossfire.

They had only taken two steps when the fallen leaves beneath their feet suddenly became as slippery as oil. The snake-men with two legs were alright, but the long bodies of the snake monsters slid uncontrollably to the side.

They flailed their arms in panic, scratching wildly.

Then they caught him.

The lead wire is connected to the counterweight.

A several-ton iron block pressed down on their heads, with the words "SURPRISE!" crookedly written on it.

"Bang!"

The ground trembled a few times.

......

"Tsk tsk tsk, that sounds pretty pitiful... How's it going, Klaus? Can you see clearly now?"

Ivan, who was on the observation deck thirty meters high, peered out the window but couldn't see clearly, so he turned to Klaus, who was holding binoculars, and asked.

"able."

Klaus never took the telescope down, nor did he relax his furrowed brow.

He wasn't just watching the show—

This is a serious matter:

"But there are a lot of them, boss. We might not have enough traps."

"It's good to have many talents."

A cold voice rang out.

The unassuming black dagger twirled nimbly between his fingers, like a black bird come to life.

"The quantity is too small; who will reimburse us for the 'renovation expenses' these past two days?"

The elite snake-man below, its abdomen pierced, was still struggling. The remaining snake monsters and snake-men were stunned, circling around it but not daring to approach, for fear of stepping on other traps.

Thicker skin

Resilient to life,

Nothing special, at most Lv4-Lv5.

"Then let's not waste our time."

He stood up and walked to the door. On the shelf by the door were several strange things.

The frame is hollow, tough bone, while the skin is made from the feathers that Klaus had asked for before, glued together with a strong biological adhesive, making it look like bat wings covered in bird feathers.

"This is the 'airborne tactical assault device' you were talking about?"

Ivan tucked the axe behind his back and suspiciously tugged at the seemingly fragile feathers.

"It can really fly? I think this thing is more likely to be used to crash to your death."

"This is a hang glider, you illiterate."

Klaus slapped Ivan's dirty hand away in annoyance.

"Don't touch it! This white one is Aurora's."

He pointed to several hang gliders one by one: "The black one is the boss's, and the gray one is mine. Theoretically, it can carry a load of 100 kilograms and glide for 500 meters without power."

"What about mine?"

Ivan scratched his head, his face full of difficulty.

"And... I think I weigh over 100 kilograms."

Klaus, annoyed, pulled out a glider that was noticeably larger and had a mottled color from the bottom and tossed it to Ivan.

"This is yours, the mixed-hair version."

"Theoretically?" A keyword was randomly captured.

"...After all, we haven't tested it on anyone," Klaus answered honestly.

Nod casually.

No problem!

As long as you don't die from the fall, it's fine. Anyway, from this height, if you don't land headfirst, you'll only have a broken bone, which Aurora can fix.

He picked up the pure black suit and put it on his back.

Ignoring Ivan and Klaus, who were still arguing about the "mixed hair" color scheme, he took a step forward and left only one sentence.

"Remember to leave one alive to go back and report."

He disappeared into the night.

Klaus and Ivan rushed to the edge of the platform and saw a dark shadow unfold as it fell. The glider, made of black feathers and a skeleton, looked like real wings and silently hovered above the chaotic snake people.

Overwhelmed by traps and the corpses of their companions, the snake people and snake monsters finally noticed the anomaly above them.

When they raise their heads

The fear of aerial predators, etched into our DNA, begins to rise from our blood.

"Hiss~!"

The shadow contracted about 5 meters above the ground.

Like a raptor locking onto its prey, it bypassed the snake monsters and swooped straight down towards the snake-headed, human-bodied snake people!