The tide surged, the sea breeze remained gentle.
The sunlight shone brightly on the beach, the overwhelming scent of blood drew the seagulls, they spread their wings and circled in the air, casting shadows on the sand as they eagerly cried.
The long-barreled flintlock gun had only one bullet left.
It was originally prepared for the native boy who had fled into the woods, but now that boy had vanished without a trace.
Gripping the gun, staring at the beach littered with corpses he had created with his own hands, Chen Zhou pointed the barrel skyward.
Frequent firings had caused the flintlock gun to emit a strong sll of gunpowder, mixed with the fishy and organ sll of the seaside, it was especially pungent.
He slightly turned his head, glancing at the young captive tied up next to him, Chen Zhou pulled the trigger, shooting the last bullet into the sky.
Bang!
An unlucky seagull was hit by the lead bullet, its fragile body exploded from the chest, feathers flew all over the sky, like a blossoming firework.
The native boy did not dare to et Chen Zhou's eyes; he constantly avoided the gaze of this terrifying devil.
When the gunshot rang out, images of brave warriors from his rival tribe falling down flashed instinctively in his mind, and all the accumulated fear finally surged, causing his body to tremble like a sieve.
This under-twenty-year-old boy had no deep understanding of life and death; even when faced with the butcher's blood-stained wooden saber, he did not scream for rcy, but Chen Zhou's firearms terrified him.
Vague things are not scary, familiar beasts are not scary, even cannibalistic peers are not scary, but what's terrifying is the unknown.
...
The fleeing boy ran faster than a rabbit, with an expression that seed to lant not having born with two more legs, plus the increasing distance made Chen Zhou give up on pursuing.
Wearing armor made it impossible for him to run, even if he chased, in the vast primitive forest, finding a native was as difficult as climbing the heavens.
Right now, he only needed to destroy the canoe so that the boy could not return to the native tribe.
As long as he remained on the island, even if he stubbornly survived with scant clothing and food, sooner or later he would be caught and killed.
Moreover, Chen Zhou did not believe this "Sun Monkey" could escape from his grasp.
The natives did not know how well he understood the island, let alone about the technology he possessed.
According to his understanding of these natives' psychology, he did not need to actively pursue; he rely needed to handle the scene, leave the beach, and return to the mountain top to wait.
When the sun sets, the desperate boy will surely sneak back to the beach, attempting to leave the anxiety-inducing island in the canoe.
Then, he only needed one bullet to take his life and end this potential threat.
...
Glancing at the still trembling native captive, Chen Zhou did not imdiately untie the grass ropes binding him.
Otherwise, under extre fear, the guy might attack him or try to flee directly; wearing armor made him slow and less agile, facing this more agile native than a monkey, he might not be able to catch him.
At that point, if chasing him fails and killing him is not an option, he would beco a clown.
...
Collecting all the long-barreled flintlock guns left on the sand, along with the two short-barreled flintlock guns, he placed them on the Great Shield, positioning them on clean ground unstained by blood to facilitate taking them back to the kiln later.
Carrying the long gun, Chen Zhou walked towards the pit where a cannibalistic feast was being held, solving a few severely injured but still alive indigenous warriors along the way.
Afterward, he patiently dragged all the corpses next to the pit, piling them into a small mountain, borrowing the firewood thrown on the ground by the wood-gathering natives, igniting the fla.
anwhile, the young captive finally stopped trembling, watching in an extrely uncomfortable posture as flas abruptly erged from the devil's hands, burning away the warriors of the rival tribe, shaking his inner world further.
Due to the angle, he could not see the lighter in Chen Zhou's hand.
Moreover, even if he did see the lighter, he could not comprehend why a small block could produce flas; the cognitive gap was too large, for him, Chen Zhou was equivalent to a Celestial God.
In so sense, the oppressive feeling Chen Zhou brought him surpassed that of a Celestial God.
After all, even warriors blessed by the Celestial God and the priests closest to the Celestial God who could lead everyone into the Immortal Divine Kingdom were easily killed by this monster.
And their invincible, almighty Celestial God did not play any role in the process.
"Can gods feel fear?"
A blasphemous thought suddenly erged in the boy's mind, frightening him to quickly lower his head, daring not to look nor think further.
...
This was Chen Zhou's first experience slling the scent of burning human flesh.
The flas roared, the human tissue deford and lted in the blaze.
The internal organs burst open from the roasting, the scarce fat reserves of the natives were inadequate to fuel the fire's montum, only a peculiar fragrance mixed with nauseating stench drifted across the beach with the wind.
...
The young captive lay just a short distance from the fire, his cheeks flushed red from the heat.
Chen Zhou stood on the opposite side of the fire, observing his expression.
In Robinson Crusoe, for a period after Friday was rescued, he still harbored a craving for human flesh, only through Robinson's stern reprimand was he able to change.
Chen Zhou wanted to know if this young captive, like Friday, had participated in cannibalistic feasts elsewhere and personally tasted human flesh.
...
Perhaps due to excessive fear, the young captive who slled the fragrance had no mind to consider enjoying food.
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