Komatsu's Love Defense

Chapter 187 Komatsu's Counterattack

When I spotted the parasitic snail beast, we were already very close. Its long middle tentacles were like a spirit snake, attacking me quickly and fiercely. At this time, I was in a crouching position, with no room for reaction, and could only watch the deadly tentacles approaching.

My eyes widened in fear, my body instantly stiffened, and as I watched the deadly tentacle about to hit me, I subconsciously raised my hands and pressed them tightly against my head, trying to protect myself from harm.

At this moment, a solid protective barrier enveloped my entire body. The tentacles of the parasitic snail hit it hard, making a crisp sound. The barrier was like a solid shield, completely bouncing back the tentacles' attack.

With a crisp sound, the tentacles of the parasitic snail were bounced back and suffered a huge impact. I looked at everything in front of me in surprise, my heart was full of doubts and confusion.

At this moment, Zebra's familiar voice sounded in my ears, his tone was unusually serious: "Listen carefully, kid! You have to treat everything as ingredients. You are a chef, and you know what props to use."

At the last moment before Zebra's throat became hoarse, he tried his best to put on the [Supersonic Armor] and the tiny [Sonic Bullet] for me. I understood Zebra's intention. He was reminding me to use the skills of a chef to deal with the crisis at hand.

I was instantly filled with confidence and courage. I quickly took out the Melk kitchen knife from the backpack on my back and gently unwrapped the cloth strips wrapped around the knife, revealing the extremely sharp knife.

The parasitic snail didn't seem to give up the attack, and it waved its tentacles again and rushed towards me. I took a deep breath and calmed my fear and tension. Facing this huge parasitic snail beast, I held the Melk kitchen knife tightly in both hands and focused all my attention on the kitchen knife.

I frowned and pointed the Melk kitchen knife at the parasitic snail. As I was concentrating, a huge shadow of the Drosaurus appeared behind me. The shadow exuded a majestic and powerful aura, and the parasitic snail felt an unprecedented threat. It waved its tentacles in fear and finally fled the scene at the fastest speed.

I closed my eyes and told myself silently that the parasitic snail in front of me was just an ingredient, and I was the chef who was going to cook it into a delicious dish. I held the Melk knife tightly and focused all my attention on it.

I swung the knife in my hand slightly, the movement was slow and steady. At this moment, a shocking white light flashed from the blade, instantly cutting through the surrounding wall. The white blade was so powerful that the surrounding ground began to tremble violently.

Countless cracks appeared on the ground, and countless rocks of different sizes fell. At the same time, the ground under my feet also cracked, and my body lost balance and fell down involuntarily.

I held the Melk knife tightly in my hand and let myself fall to the next level. Then, I fell heavily to the ground, splashing water all over my clothes.

I sat up from the ground with difficulty, and my clothes were wet. When I looked around, I found myself in a damp and dark place. I looked up and found that groundwater was constantly seeping out of the wall.

I raised the Melk kitchen knife in my hand, my face turned ugly, and I pouted and muttered, "I just used the strength I would use to handle the food. Am I really affected by the original plot?"

In the center of the food pyramid, Zebula and Alu were moving through the intricate passages, their eyes fixed on the front, searching for Xiaosong's trace.

In the originally quiet air, the surrounding stone walls suddenly shook violently. As the shaking of the ground intensified, the red sand on the top fell down.

A Lu felt something was wrong around him, his brows furrowed, he turned around and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? This shaking...did something happen to Xiao Song?"

Zebra stopped walking, staring ahead with a serious look, and raised his arm, making a gesture to stop the enemy from moving forward.

A Lu followed Zebra's gaze but found nothing unusual: "What's wrong, Zebra?"

Zebula's face became more gloomy, and he stared straight ahead, his eyes flashing with vigilance. Alu followed Zebula's gaze and saw a group of crustacean beasts rolling towards them quickly.

These creatures, called projectile beasts, were covered in hard shells and made dull and terrifying sounds when they rolled. They rolled very fast, like black whirlwinds, and instantly approached the two people's location.

"Kakaka..."

The projectile beasts suddenly jumped up from the ground. When their curled-up bodies were fully stretched out in the air, their ferocious faces were clearly visible, revealing their large mouths full of fangs. Obviously, these projectile beasts had regarded Zebra and Alu as prey, and were staring at the two of them, trying to launch a fatal attack.

A Lu frowned and quickly adjusted his state. He took a fighting stance and said with a firm look, "Tsk, there are so many of them... Watch out, the continuous-firing flying forks!"

As A Lu shouted, countless forks flashing with cold light appeared around his body. These forks seemed to appear out of thin air, densely surrounding him. Each fork exuded a sharp aura, ready to attack the enemy at any time.

A Lu's eyes were firm and focused, and he waved his left hand vigorously, and countless forks attacked the bullet beast in the air like dense raindrops. These forks flew through the air at a high speed, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The slugs looked at the sudden attack in horror, but it was too late to dodge. The fork instantly hit the slugs' abdomens, and they screamed in pain and fell from the air.

The projectile beasts rolled in the air, trying to struggle, but to no avail. Their abdomens were pierced by the forks, and blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the surrounding air red. Finally, the projectile beasts fell heavily to the ground, making a dull thud.

A Lu frowned and stared at the corpses of the projectile beasts on the ground. He knew that although his continuous shooting flying fork was powerful, it also consumed a lot of physical strength and energy. Each launch required an average of 30 calories of energy, which was also a huge burden for him.

Zebula and Alu stood beside a pile of freshly captured slugs, their eyes focused on the hard shells. The hard shells of the slugs shone coldly under the light, and the red shells looked like huge hard steel balls.