Chapter 120 The End of the World: How to Dig the Ground and Shock the Whole Village

Chapter 120 The End of the Era: How to go from digging to shocking the whole village for a whole year

Silver boots stepped on the sand, countless gravels slid down the slope towards the dunes. Vito walked on the endless dunes and looked into the distance. There was nothing on the endless horizon, only gravel and the scorching sun.

Vito followed the children. They walked together in a line. The chief's son, who was leading the team, waved a long stick and walked arrogantly like a leader. The mutant hound followed him like an emperor.

Vito looked at the chief's son with a smile on his face. This child reminded him of the past. He often did this when he was still on Crete.

The fragmented memories of playing with his companions in childhood have become the only impression of his birthplace. He doesn't even remember what his parents look like. It has been too long, too long, so long that it is the end of time that humans cannot understand.

The sun shone on the sand sea, stirring up cyclones. The team walked on the sandbar, leaving footprints in the desert. The footprints of different sizes extended farther and farther to the end.

Vito's hand grasped the gun belt across his shoulder. He glanced at the children of his tribe who kept looking back and talking about their tribe. Obviously, they had not seen many foreigners. The only ones they could see here were the group of predators, so they did not have a good impression.

Vito smiled at them, but suddenly a gunshot rang out on the sandbar. Vito immediately slid down the sniper rifle and held it in his hand. The children got up in a panic and shouted at each other.

The son of the chief yelled at them to be quiet. He swung a long stick and slid down the dune. His hound followed him and jumped down.

The children followed their leader. Vito looked at the children sliding down the dune one by one and jumped down after looking around. He sat on the slope of the dune and slid down like skiing.

He stood up with a kick at the end and caught up with the children with a gun. They were lying on a small sand dune looking at the looters below.

Vito suddenly lay down beside the son of the chief. He held up the sniper rifle and locked the enemies. His eyes looked at the desert looters through the telescope. They came here from a distance on motorcycles to rob a pioneer family.

The pioneer's house was burning with fire. The looters moved out the things they thought were valuable and shot the pioneer male who stopped them mercilessly.

The looters talked about hitting the property on the motorcycle. One of them sprayed the local looters' logo on the wall with spray paint, a triangle pattern composed of three curved blades.

Vito's eyes locked on a looter on a bike. He could knock them down and take their motorcycles to repair his own car. This was a good opportunity, but.

He glanced at the children around him. No, not this time. If he couldn't protect them in the exchange of fire now, these children would definitely be killed by the hunters on motorcycles.

He promised Sarah that he would not break his promise, and he would not harm a group of ignorant children for his own selfish interests.

Vito sighed and put away his sniper rifle. He watched the predators leave waving their guns. They rode away on motorcycles and disappeared into the desert.

He stood up and looked in that direction with his sniper rifle, then tilted his head to the chief's son, who was startled and raised his head and waved his stick to signal everyone to follow.

Vito looked at him and smiled. He hated others "usurping" his leadership. Well, at least this child had the idea of ​​being a leader.

Vito followed him. He held a gun and followed the children through the endless sea of ​​sand. After walking for a while, the chief's son stopped. His hound stopped and sniffed the ground, and then began to dig the ground with his claws.

The chief's son shouted something in the local language and walked up to start digging gravel. The children all walked up and started digging together.

The little boss raised his head and looked at Vito in annoyance. The latter stood aside with a gun and looked around. Obviously, he had no intention of working. The little boss shouted and waved his stick to command Vito.

Vito looked at him with a smile on his face. To be honest, this was the first time he was commanded by a ten-year-old child, and the latter seemed to think that he should listen to him.

Vito smiled and put his gun on his back to join the labor. He knelt on the ground and began to dig a sand pit. He dug the ground with the children, and his hands dug out handfuls of hot gravel.

They dug a pit in the ground together. After a period of hard work, a black thing appeared in it. Vito reached out and took it out. His fingers grabbed it out of the sand.

This is a black flat round thing. It looks like a coiled worm. The lines are arranged in rows on its body, but this thing is definitely not a worm.

Vito looked at the thing in his hand in confusion. The chief's son gestured and talked, as if teaching Vito how to use it, but he didn't know whether he was too poor at expressing himself or too poor at understanding. He didn't understand it at all.

He grabbed it while shouting, and then pressed his finger on the central axis of the disk holding the thing. He pressed it down hard, and the surface of the thing collapsed inward and a puff of black smoke came out.

Vito looked at the thing in confusion. The chief's son drank the black juice that flowed out of it. He handed it to Vito and kept urging the latter to drink the strange black liquid.

Vito hesitated for a moment as he looked at the "black melon" in his hand, and then took a sip. The strange liquid tasted just as strange, tasting like spoiled watermelon juice, no wonder it was called black melon.

He returned it to the chief's son with a bitter face, who waved his hand disdainfully, and then handed it to the child beside him, who drank it without any pain, and then handed it to another person.

Everyone took a sip in exchange, and the black melon that was drunk was thrown aside. Vito watched the children continue to dig and started to move.

Their excavation soon made progress, and black melons were dug out one by one. As time went by, more and more black melons were in the leather bag, which looked like the "insect food" exhibition that Vito had seen in Yunnan.

The chief's son raised his head and wiped the sweat off his face. He looked at the black melon in his pocket and stood up with satisfaction, and the latter waved a long stick and shouted.

Vito and his "little subordinates" all stood up. He jokingly watched him adjust his gun belt. He looked up at the sun moving westward. It seemed that they had been working for a while, and the results were not bad today.

Vito turned around and prepared to go ahead, but just as everyone was about to leave, the hound barked, barking loudly towards the distance of the sandbar, and the ground began to fluctuate.

Vito looked at the thing and his face changed instantly. The little chief also looked at the thing in astonishment. Vito patted his head and spoke before the latter shouted loudly.

"Take your people and run!" Vito shouted, holding up the sniper rifle and firing continuously. The bullets were instantly bounced off on the rolling sand. The thing swimming underneath had a hard shell.

The children all ran, but it was obviously not a wise move to run in a panic on the sand. Their speed was so slow that they had not run a few steps away when the thing arrived in front of them.

Vito dodged the creature's path with a leap, and the monster jumped up from the ground. It was an arthropod, and its centipede-like body leaped up from the gravel like a killer whale.

The big thing pounced on a child, and Vito waved his hand and the child was lifted up by the psychic power. He stood up and waved his fingers continuously to pull the children away one by one.

The predator pounced in vain, and each child flew up from in front of him and was pulled to another place by the invisible big hand.

The angry predator changed direction and rushed towards the little chief. The child screamed and waved a stick to try to defend himself. His hound loyally stepped forward to protect its master, but the forelimb part that it bit after pounced on it suddenly shook it off.

The predator's hard shell was completely intact. Its huge curved body pounced on the little chief, but when its forelimbs stabbed the child and were about to cut it into pieces, a shield appeared in front of him, and the psychic shield bounced off the predator's claws.

The monster slithered backwards, as if subconsciously pulling away from its prey to prepare for another attack. Its dancing tentacles sensed the flow and changes of the airflow and began to prepare for the next attack.

But its attention was drawn away from the little chief. Bullets hit its back one after another, causing it to turn its head. It saw Vito rushing up, shooting continuously.

The monster's countless legs and feet crawled on the ground at a rapid speed, rushing towards Vito at a very fast speed. The latter kept shooting with a sniper rifle in his hand, but the bullets could not penetrate its hard shell.

The little chief climbed up the sand dune, raised his head and looked in Vito's direction. The children shouted and watched the predator pounce on Vito, its sharp jaws hitting Vito's forehead, as if it was going to open his head like they were cracking a black melon.

But suddenly the monster froze in the air. Vito raised his finger and the monster flew up into the air. The thing squirmed in the air as if it had fallen into the water. Its countless razor-like legs and feet opened and closed, and its sharp forelimbs waved blindly in the air.

Vito grabbed the sniper rifle with one hand and raised his other hand. The monster's body instantly became extremely stiff. Vito clenched his fist again and the legs of the ferocious predator were torn off with a violent scream.

Vito swung his razor legs back and pierced its own body. The monster screamed and countless blood dripped onto the ground. The children looked at the monster and shouted loudly, and the son of the chief also showed an extremely surprised expression.

Vito watched the monster calmly pull back his hand, and the joint structure of its head became stiff and straight. Its head was inserted into the razor legs that were pulled out. The monster's short wail was fleeting because its head was cut off completely.

The lower half of the monster fell to the ground with a bang, raising a sandstorm. The children took a step back, even the chief's son took a step back in fear.

He watched the severed head slowly fly to Vito, who walked up to him and handed him the monster's head. The severed head flew into his arms, or rather, was forced into his arms.

The chief's son held the monster's head and looked at Vito in surprise. The children began to point at the monster's head and talk, while the chief's son looked at the outsider whom he wanted to command and subdue.

The outsider laughed at the expression of the chief's son. He patted his shoulder and walked with a sniper rifle, "Let's go, your sister is still waiting for me."

The children surrounded the chief's son and patted the monster's head. They shouted and made a noise. The chief's son stopped them loudly. He raised his head and shouted something loudly and ran away.

He ran past Vito with his head held high, and the children followed him, and the hounds also ran behind them.

Vito looked at them and laughed jokingly, and he followed them with his sniper rifle on his back.

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The children ran into the camp shouting, and their shouting attracted the attention of the entire camp.

Sarah, who was following the chief outside the big tent, turned her head, and her father also turned his head to look at the little son who was running over, holding the monster's head like a triumphant hero.

His subordinates behind him helped him shout and build momentum, and everyone in the camp came out to watch this scene. The little chief ran to his father and handed him the monster's head. The old chief looked at the head and reached out to touch its hard shell. He knew that this was definitely not something his son could do.

So he cast his eyes on the only possible person. Vito walked into the camp slowly with a gun on his back. He blinked at Sarah, and the latter immediately blushed as if instinctively reacted.

Her father said something, and the translation work immediately brought her back to her senses, and she cleared her throat.

"The chief thanks you for saving these children, Vito, and he wants to know how you want to express your gratitude?" "You?" "What?" "No, nothing."

Vito smiled jokingly, carrying the sniper rifle and looking at the chief with a smile.

"Count me in for the next hunt."