Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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But the next second, a demonic chorus, as if dozens of people were speaking at once, easily drowned out the cubs' volume: "Hey, stop yelling..."

The cubs were terrified, tucked their tails between their legs, turned and ran toward the village fence, desperately squeezing back through the gaps in the fence.

The last lizardman cub was really unlucky; its neck got stuck in the wall, and it couldn't move forward or backward, so it burst into tears.

He was crying his heart out when he suddenly felt a force pulling him back from between the fences, dragging his lizard head back through the bars.

The six-armed serpent demon reborn looked helplessly at the lizardman cub he was carrying.

The lizardman cub also looked at her, sobbing.

She gently placed the lizardman cub back on the ground and casually slipped the rubber ball into his hand.

"Give."

The cub stopped crying, stood beside her, hugged the ball, and looked up at her.

Just then, the sound of fierce war drums rang out in the village.

The reborn person raised their head.

She saw a large number of lizardman warriors pouring out of the village, accompanied by a cacophony of screams and sobs: "Snakemen! The snakemen are coming!"

The lizard warriors immediately raised their spears to her level, and drew their bows and arrows, showing strong hostility, but no one made a move.

Immediately afterwards, cries of females echoed from the lizard population.

That appears to be the cub's mother.

The voice, seemingly that of the mother, repeatedly uttered a very complex and difficult-to-pronounce word in reptilian language. She thought the word might be the name of the reptilian cub.

She picked up the lizardman cub holding the ball and showed it to them.

All the lizard warriors gasped in shock.

"I have no ill intentions!"

She shouted, "Please wait a minute, listen to me!"

The sinister and eerie harmonies caused the lizardmen to show expressions of discomfort.

A tall lizardman wearing a feathered headdress and a leopard skin parted the crowd and looked at the reborn people through the fence.

“Snake people, I thought you wouldn’t have tracked me here.”

The lizardman chieftain made no attempt to hide his hatred as he said, "You say you meant no harm, so why don't you return the child to us?"

"OK, no problem."

The six-armed serpent demon reborn stretched out his arm and handed the lizardman cub over the fence.

A female reptilian emerged from the crowd, took the cub from her hands, and then retreated back into the group, watching her from a distance.

They continued to stare at her with hatred, which made her feel quite uncomfortable.

The reborn person sighed.

“You’ve got it wrong,” she said. “I’m not a snake person.”

The lizardman chieftain smiled.

He growled angrily, "Are you mocking me, you snake-man!"

The reborn person rolled their eyes.

"What I said is true."

She said earnestly, stretching out her other two pairs of slender, jade-like arms from behind, "You see, a real snake-person only has one pair of arms. Actually, I'm a demon..."

All the lizardmen began screaming hysterically when they saw her fully revealed and heard the word "demon," including the chieftain.

The next second, countless spears and poisoned arrows flew towards her like a deluge.

Ten minutes later, the reborn six-armed serpent demon sat leaning against the village fence, utterly dejected.

In the ground around her lay six blood-stained greatswords, and outside the circle of swords lay hundreds of lizardman corpses. The dead lizardmen were piled up in layers, like a thick red and brownish-green carpet.

She absorbed hundreds of souls in one fell swoop, and the cracks in her inner demonic core recovered considerably. This allowed her to manipulate projection magic at will.

"Mingming, I'm lost, I just want to ask for directions..."

Exhausted, she sighed wearily, her head bowed, her mouth slightly open, as if her soul was about to fly out of her mouth.

She looked around.

The dinosaur servants, using their claws to support their chitinous bodies, ripped open the belly of a lizardman corpse and began to feast; the cloaked flying monkeys also descended to join the fun, squeaking as they dug out the brains of a dead lizardman; suddenly, a hole appeared in the ground in the distance, and a lizardman corpse was silently pulled down into it, followed by the sound of chewing coming from within…

…I'm tired, let's destroy it, quickly.

"Gurgle, gurgle"

Two owl bear cubs called out gently from the side.

"Thankfully, you all warm my heart..."

The reborn one sighed with emotion, turning to stroke the owl bear cub's large face—ah, indeed, only furry things can heal true pain…

However, the moment she reached out her hand, the gentle smile froze on her stunningly beautiful face.

Beneath its slender palm, the owl bear cub was holding the head of the lizardman cub in its short beak.

It has no body, only a head.

The baby owl tilted its head cutely to look at her, then gave a joyful burst of strength.

"Click"

The lizardman cub's head was crushed between the owl bear cub's beak, as if it were cracking open a nut or some other food.

Chapter 12 Mortal Hunter

Those who are reborn will always remember Lenin's words: "Human knowledge is not a straight line, but an infinite approximation of a series of circles, an approximation of a spiral curve."

Yes, history always progresses in a spiral.

So a day later, the same thing happened in another location in the primeval jungle, just like in the lizardman village.

This is a clearing surrounded by jungle.

The lush green earth here seems to have been torn open, revealing a brownish-yellow opening, allowing sunlight to shine directly into the soil and tree roots.

This rare little clearing has become a habitat for the red mountain gorilla, scientifically known as the "blood ape".

They build their homes in the surrounding trees to avoid predators, while the small open spaces serve as their playgrounds and picnic areas.

The moment the six-armed serpent demon appeared in the clearing, the blood apes immediately dragged their families up into the trees. The old, weak, sick, and disabled hid in the high, leafy branches, while the strong males descended to the ground and slowly surrounded the six-armed serpent demon in the center of the jungle clearing.

They inhaled deeply, swelling their bodies, pounding their chests with a "thump-thump," baring their teeth and making all sorts of grotesque faces at her, and letting out awful screams.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak (Snake man! Snake man! Snake man!)"

Ah, no…

The reborn woman was about to explain to them using her telepathy, but remembering her previous encounter, a thought struck her: "Yes, that's right! I am the snake-woman—"

Before she could end the telepathic communication, countless stones and rotten fruit flew in from all directions.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak (Ahhhhhh, snake man! snake man! snake man!)"

This time, however, the reborn individual has no intention of repeating the same mistakes.

These apes are intelligent, albeit somewhat foolish, but they are not incapable of communication. Since he could subdue the cloaked flying monkeys and even stranger creatures, why couldn't he communicate with these apes?

She nimbly slipped out from between the male blood apes that were about to surround her, ran back to the edge of their habitat, and raised six hands high towards them:

"Hey! I'm not here to fight you, nor am I here to take over your land—"

The next second, a steaming, soft lump flew over and landed squarely on her forehead.

The pungent odor assaulted my nostrils.

Yes, all apes have this bad habit.

When encountering enemies, they like to use their feces as weapons, picking them up and throwing them at the enemy. Whether they are gibbons, chimpanzees, or gorillas from their previous lives, or even the red-haired blood apes of this other world, their fanatical love for feces weapons is consistent.

Veins bulged visibly from the forehead of the six-armed serpent demon.

The scene that followed seemed familiar.

Amidst layers of lush greenery, birdsong echoes through the empty mountains, creating a tranquil and peaceful scene.

The reborn person has already washed the filth off their face with water.

She slumped down under the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, her eyes lifeless, her head bowed, as if her soul had flown away from her half-open mouth.

The six blood-stained greatswords were still stuck in the ground around her.

Countless flies and midges buzzed around.

Under the bright sunshine, in the center of a clearing in the jungle, there was a small mountain of blood apes with missing limbs.

The dinosaur servants and two owl bear cubs happily picked out their favorite parts from the mangled remains.

The cloaked flying monkey did not descend to join them, but remained on the treetops—several blood ape corpses still hung high among the branches and vines, slowly rotating and swaying among the emerald leaves, looking like a bunch of strangely shaped fruits growing on the tree.

Fresh blood was dripping down the corpse's arm and the tree trunk.

The six-armed serpent demon saw the two owl bear cubs had just chosen the carcass of a blood ape with the largest head, and pounced on it, about to bite the ape's head.

A large hole suddenly appeared beneath the corpse.

The next second, the dead blood ape was dragged into the mud by the earth monster below the cave.

The two owl bear cubs, whose food had been stolen, stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds before they cried out, their voices sharp and mournful, filled with endless grievances.

They turned and pounced into the embrace of the six-armed serpent demon.

The reborn were both amused and annoyed, and quickly opened their hearts to welcome them.

Their four big round eyes were filled with tears, and they murmured softly in her arms, "coo-coo."

She picked up the two owl bear cubs with both arms and stroked their thick fur with her other four hands for a while before calming them down.

Why bother finding a boyfriend? You might as well get a dog.

—These two chubby little guys are so adorably silly, aren't they even more delicious than dogs?

The earth giant may look like a large, mindless worm, but it is actually exceptionally shrewd.

Even the Owl Bear Cub, the Cloaked Flying Monkey, and the Devilclaw Monster aren't as human-like as it.

The large insect knew that it could find food by following them, so it stayed below them the whole way.

It would even use its trembling senses to guide and warn the six-armed serpent demons, forming a tacit symbiotic relationship of mutual dependence with them.

Unfortunately, this guy, as smart as he is, still doesn't know the way.

She had already tried using telepathy to ask the earth giant for the place name she had heard from Tankred, but it turned out to be a waste of time.

Its response is always a clicking sound made by the insect's mouthparts.

Her two experiences of asking for directions taught her a lesson.

First, without a doubt, she is just like in her previous life—a hopeless navigator who can get lost even in her own neighborhood.

Secondly, in this world, snake people are universally hated, and demons are even worse... With her current inhuman appearance, she has virtually no chance of making it to the pirate port smoothly, and even if she does get there, she won't be able to hide her thick snake tail.

Third, it seems that the quality of a soul depends on the intelligence of the creature. The lizardman's soul is acceptable, but the blood ape's is completely useless, offering no benefit to the magic core after absorption.

The reborn six-armed serpent demon let out a long sigh.

Trying to heal slowly by hiding in the jungle won't work; the demonic body needs to absorb a massive amount of the souls of intelligent beings to fully recover.

However, in his current form with a snake's body and six arms, walking is truly difficult.

—That's racism!

—A bunch of Bastards from the Prime Material Plane are ganging up to discriminate against me, this extraordinary and immortal demon!

She thought angrily, never expecting that she would use such a low-level dimensional creature's term as "barbarian."

This means that the magic core is gradually healing.

At the same time, she also began to seriously consider another possibility:

Perhaps only by finding the snake people can this predicament be resolved. If everyone is half-human and half-snake, then there won't be any more incidents of people throwing spears and poison arrows at each other.

The idea was nipped in the bud.