My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 94 Under the Helmet

The long knife pierced the unfortunate man's helmet observation window, piercing his skull.

A large amount of dark red blood seeped from under the helmet, flowing downwards and into the soil beneath him.

The first victim.

The group paused for only a second before immediately throwing themselves back into the battle.

Simon calmly faced the three men's attack. He swiftly caught Charasu's heavy punch, his palm colliding head-on with the gray fist. The sound of his palm bones cracking echoed through his hand. He endured the pain and swung his harpoon with his other hand, forcing Charasu back.

Fortunately, the three did not coordinate well. Charasu's attacks were wide and sweeping, leaving no room for his two "temporary allies" to coordinate, and sometimes he would accidentally injure them.

Sofia's movements became noticeably hesitant and timid. She finally found an opening to launch a sneak attack, but was then forced to retreat repeatedly by Charasu's sudden punch.

Wilson, his face grim, drew his longsword from the helmet of the Imperial Adventurer and flicked his wrist to shake off the blood.

He was outnumbered three to one, and none of the three were easy to deal with.

But some battles are unavoidable. As he said, he is desperately poor and doesn't have enough incentive to get these people to cooperate with him. He has no choice but to use violence, powerful and terrifying violence, to force them to cooperate with him.

Since that's the case, let's fight!

He gripped the harpoon tightly and slowly retreated. The battlefield was too spacious, and he was vulnerable to attacks from both sides. He had to find a way to eliminate one enemy first.

So far, he doesn't want to kill anyone. Everyone present is a leader of their respective factions. If another leader dies, his faction will be leaderless.

He held the harpoon and waved defiantly at the nearest person, Charasu.

"If you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" Charasu strode forward, responding to his challenge, and his massive body delivered another powerful and oppressive punch.

This time, Simon didn't take the punch head-on. The fist grazed past his ear, bringing a whooshing sound. He dodged the punch at the absolute last second, like a leaf fluttering in the wind. Then, he suddenly swung his harpoon, and a swift slash caused blood to splatter from his side instantly.

The blade didn't penetrate the body; it merely grazed the skin. Charasu roared angrily, stomped his right foot on the ground, and rammed his entire body into Simon!

Without changing his expression, Simon stood still, holding the harpoon with both hands, raising it high above his head!

With no room to dodge, he poured all his will into this attack.

bass--

The harpoon came crashing down with incredible speed! At that moment, Charasu saw nothing but a sharp flash of silver light.

What happened?

His vision gradually darkened, and a jumble of information flooded his senses: a baby was crying, his children were laughing merrily, his wife was impatiently urging him to work, and small animals were munching on the vegetables he had planted in the fields outside the window, crunching away incessantly.

His hazy consciousness drifted between illusion and reality, and his brain kept giving him incorrect information. Perhaps this was a sign that death was imminent.

"Do you want to continue playing?" he heard a calm question.

The sudden pain pulled him back to reality. His vision gradually cleared, and he could only see the blade, which was very close, or rather, had already pierced his skin. The sharp blade bent slightly, gouging out a small piece of skin from his nose, and bright red blood flowed from the wound.

If Simon had intended to kill, he would have been cut in two by now, or at least wouldn't be standing there with his parts intact like this.

He suddenly withdrew the harpoon, then turned the fork around and stabbed the metal shaft hard into Chalasu's heart.

The intense pain caused Chalasu to collapse to his knees, gasping for breath, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Simon will mercifully spare his life, but that doesn't mean his "hunt" will end there.

"This is the last chance, Elder Charasu," he said coldly. "Next time, I will show no mercy."

Based on his observations, Charasu was a collaborator who could absolutely be "won over." He cared about his tribe and family, and these qualities could be used to force him to cooperate.

As for the remaining two, Simon also has ways to deal with them.

Seeing that even the mighty Charasu had been defeated by him, the two were on high alert, ready to deal with Simon's attacks at any moment.

"I've been thinking about something," Simon said, looking at Sophia. "You're usually very fast. A few days ago, you were so fast when you hit me that I could only catch a blur of your movements. But why... today you're not only incredibly slow, but you're also so timid that you don't dare to attack me at all."

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Sofia gritted her teeth, overcame her fear, and strode toward Simon, with Wilson flanking her, ready to support her at any moment.

But Simon made only one move: he turned the harpoon head towards Sofia.

What did Sophia's sudden action mean? He was about to fire crossbow bolts with a harpoon!

Her movements slowed instantly as she nervously anticipated what kind of crossbow bolt Simon would shoot and where it would be aimed.

"What are you doing?" Wilson, who was working with her, roared in a tone that was a mixture of surprise and anger.

Sofia slowed down, but he didn't slow down at all, and in an instant he rushed in front of Simon.

The long sword slashed toward Simon's shoulder, but he deftly parried with his harpoon, and at the same time, he fiercely extended his other hand.

thump—

Despite the pain, Simon gripped Wilson's neck tightly with his fractured hand, then suddenly exerted force, the terrifying power flipping Wilson over and pinning him to the ground!

"Don't you understand? Why is your partner acting so uncooperatively? Why does she always prioritize protecting herself when she's being attacked...?"

His words came to an abrupt halt, and his senses suddenly began to warn him; his keen senses picked up a new sound—the sound of liquid flowing.

Where did the voice come from? He looked around. Chalasu was kneeling on the ground, and Sofia was standing there glaring at him.

The unsettling voice came from the person they had ignored, the adventurer from that empire.

Liquid was flowing, continuously flowing down the helmet...

Gollum—

A small, colorful bubble emerged from under the helmet, followed by a second, and then a third.

Something's wrong with this guy! An ominous feeling swelled in Simon's heart. He plunged the harpoon into the ground, then clenched his fist and punched Wilson, who was being choked and struggling desperately, unconscious.

He ignored Sophia and slowly approached the corpse of the Imperial Adventurer, behaving very cautiously and making almost no sound.

He held the enormous helmet in both hands and slowly lifted it off.

Simon witnessed an unbelievable scene.