Chapter 11
Chapter 11
There was no escape.
Calm down, think of something—anything!
Nothing, there’s nothing!
Am I going to die here!?
In a place like this—in a place like this!
——Rustle.
The Wyverns spread their wings, threatening me.
I couldn’t back away—I was surrounded.
A desperate situation—the Wyverns leaped.
Toward me.
It’s over.
I thought so—but in that instant.
——Crack!
Right in front of me, the Wyvern’s back was split in two.
——Screeeeeech!!
The Wyvern let out a scream as something sharp struck it from above—a massive beak.
The bloodied beak pecked at the Wyvern relentlessly. The Wyvern’s screams filled the air.
I looked up and saw a giant, scaly chicken-like monster.
It was about the size of a small house. Unbelievable. I instinctively used [Appraisal].
It was a Cockatrice—behind me, I heard the sound of wings flapping. The two Wyverns must have flown away.
I was the only one left.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I backed away.
——Crack.
I felt a small branch snap under my foot.
The Cockatrice was busy pecking at the Wyvern—but its beak stopped.
Its round eyes turned and glared at me.
——Crap!