Just shoot him to death?
Staring at the back of the man walking in front of him, Hitzfeld hesitated again and again but still couldn't make a move.
This is not a good choice.
Killing Casimir could certainly solve the problem to a certain extent, but Izabella would definitely not appear again.
She would be trapped here and she wouldn't know when she could get out.
So just wait.
Hitzfeld tightened his grip on the pistol.
Wait for an opportunity to solve the problem with the best of both worlds.
If it doesn't work, try again.
Even if she really couldn't get out, she would accept being trapped here.
Just as she was daydreaming, the person walking in front of her suddenly squatted down.
Casimir, he is touching the ground with his hands.
Hitzfeld also squatted down, reached out and gently touched the floor, and found that fine lines began to appear on the surface of the wooden floor since he didn't know when.
It's very slight, just like the ridges in the middle caused by the film not being applied properly to the phone.
But it is also very dense, as dense as nerves and blood vessels. If you press your fingers and feel carefully, you can vaguely feel a slight pulse beating.
"It looks like we are very close to solving the problem." Casimir glanced back at her, "The enemy's energy has been exhausted."
He thought it was because the enemy no longer had the energy to create illusions to besiege them.
Hitzfeld pursed his lips and breathed gently out through his nose.
What can she say.
Just follow him.
As they continued to move forward, the ridges in the ground became more and more obvious, almost blatant.
That was no longer at the level of nerves and blood vessels, but rather tree roots - countless tiny roots connected to the floor, some of which were as thick as winding snakes, circling and spreading into the depths of the fog.
"Judging from the roots, there will be a big guy ahead." Casimir stopped, pushed out the magazine and checked.
"Do you have enough bullets, detective?"
"They are all full." Hitzfeld also checked. "There are only six in total."
"Apart from being durable, revolvers really have no other advantages." The young man joked, "You can prepare a few more and choose equipment based on the situations you may face in each mission."
Hitzfeld's face was tense, as if he was completely ignoring him.
Shrugging, Casimir stepped forward.
Soon, they finally walked out of the bookshelf maze.
What surprised Hitzfeld was that this was not the entrance to the second floor as she thought, but a central flower bed surrounded by many bookshelves.
She clearly remembered that she turned outside at last, walking with her back to the direction of Izabella's explosion.
Sure enough, everything here is controlled by her.
As the distance got closer, the gray fog above the flower bed dissipated little by little.
Hitzfeld and Casimir both widened their eyes and their pupils shrank. They unconsciously took a few steps back and pointed their guns at the monster in front of them.
Yes - this thing can only be described as a monster.
It looks like a tree.
It has all the appearance of a tree, with a strong and thick trunk, a large patch of messy dead branches growing from the top, and dense roots that spread down the trunk, take root in the flower bed, and even break through the flower bed to merge with the surrounding floor.
At this distance, they appear unusually thick, like giant pythons entangled together, with some roots still slowly wriggling there.
But to say it's just a tree would be disrespectful to the human part of it.
On the tree trunk facing the two of them, there was a tall woman growing almost inlaid.
She was naked, and her body was also covered with wood grain, just like a part of the tree trunk. The lower part of her legs turned into roots and intertwined with each other, and her hands were raised high, with five fingers spread out to transform into many complicated branches.
And there are four of these "noodles".
Four sides.
Four women.
Four faces.
Fits snugly.
This is already a very disturbing scene.
Not to mention those lush dead branches, which are arranged so closely.
It almost fills the entire upper space, giving people a huge sense of oppression and making it hard to breathe.
Casimir was fine, he looked only slightly frightened.
But Hitzfeld…
In her eyes.
As she looked up at the dense dead branches.
She saw more than just branches.
Those branches and those gaps seemed alive.
She saw them turn into wooden-colored people, densely packed and squeezed together, with all kinds of painful faces, reaching out to her, as if longing for her rescue.
hum-
The brain feels like it has been hit by a sledgehammer.
A huge feeling of dizziness enveloped her, making her feel dizzy and even standing was a struggle.
The whispers in my ears suddenly intensified.
Endless screaming, cursing, and crazy wailing.
Hitzfeld almost thought he was going to faint.
If she hadn't felt the stinging pain in her left eye again and hadn't bitten the tip of her tongue hard, she might have really fainted.
But this is already the limit.
The back is in contact with the ground.
She seemed to have fallen to the ground.
The giant pythons wrapped around her without mercy, encircling her shoulders, waist, legs, and neck.
It was getting tighter and tighter, and I could hardly breathe.
All Hitzfeld could do was raise his gun and shoot.
The silver bullets hit the tree trunk and the body of the wooden sculpture of the woman, leaving only a few deep bullet marks.
In the blink of an eye, it was restored to its original state with wood.
Aisuen...
I could vaguely hear someone shouting.
The sound is very small.
It seemed to come from far away.
Aishun Hitzfeld... How do you feel!? Hold on a little longer -
It's Casimir.
She saw a jumping figure rushing towards her, waving a gun to drive away and knock down other roots that were rushing towards her, while trying to pull herself out of the entanglement of the roots.
These things... the way he treats him... and the way he treats me... are completely two different attitudes...
Gasping for breath, Hitzfeld slowly raised his right hand holding the gun and aimed at the broad figure standing in front of him.
cannot……
Let their conspiracy succeed...
Pull the trigger.
a bit.
Two times.
She couldn't hear any movement, but the vibration from the gun told her that the gun had run out of bullets.
Casimir was right.
My heart is sinking rapidly.
A revolver that can only hold six rounds of bullets...
It's useless except for its endurance!
"Crack!"
Just when her depression reached its peak, she suddenly heard a crisp sound of gun loading.
Open your eyes suddenly!
She saw that Casimir had changed from facing away from her to facing her.
He held the hand holding the gun with both hands, his fingers pressing on her index finger which was pressing on the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun was pointing directly at his left heart!
"you……"
"boom--"
There was a gunshot.
The blood stained the pure white dress red, and like a scarlet rose, it spread rapidly on the young man's left chest.
"Do not--!!!"
A shrill scream was heard not far away.
"impossible!!!"
"Why……"
"Why--!!!?"
Hitzfeld could no longer see what was happening on the dryad's side.
The heart was pierced by the silver bullet, and the flesh and blood under the cloth was emitting burnt smoke.
Casimir was no longer able to support his body, and he swayed and fell beside the girl.
A great force came from the roots.
Hitzfeld was thrown into the air and hit the bookshelf and rolled down.
She struggled to raise her head and stare forward, and saw the tree... the monster-like tree. A wooden sculpture on it came to life, split into two branches, and held Casimir in its arms like a baby.
"Why!" It stared at the dying man and shook his body hard.
"why why!!!"
"This dream... to me... is no less than eating a holy fruit of wisdom..."
Casimir stared at the distorted face in front of him and uttered intermittently.
"After realizing this... I can never... go back to the way I was before..."
"But... this dream... will eventually end..."
"I don't want to hurt... Aisuen..."
"I don't want to... hurt you..."
"That's all we can do~"
Under the gazes of Hitzfeld and the dryad, he slowly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
