Chapter 828 Cruel

Joan cast his gaze outside the hut, and saw from a distance that the remaining giant bees in the night sky were still fighting with Peridon, and they seemed to be able to last for four or five minutes before they were all killed.

At that time, even if there are surviving giant bees, they will disappear automatically when the summoning time expires.

The "refuge hut" can provide security for Arnold and others. There is nothing to worry about for the time being. Joan shifted his observation perspective to the inside of Peleidon's nest to see the progress of the second group.

At this time, Hailar and Zion had already entered the bottom of the lair, and successfully found the last three caves where the beast eggs were stored. The three of them broke into a cave each, slaughtered the Peridon cubs one by one, and destroyed the unhatched ones by the way. Beast eggs.

boom!

Gunshots echoed in the closed cavern.

Holden raised his gun and fired, knocking down the opposite cub that was curled up in a corner and whining to him for mercy.

The young poet looked away, unable to bear to look at the desperate moaning cub in the pool of blood, and muttered bitterly to himself.

"This is really an unpleasant errand..."

Along the way, he couldn't remember how many Peridon cubs he had slaughtered in total.

These immature monsters have little fighting power. The brave ones dare to show their teeth and try to resist. The timid ones are just like this one just now. They were so scared that they hid in the corner and whined, probably praying for their mother to come back soon. protect yourself.

Ever since Holden entered the lair, he had faced these defenseless prey. At first, he didn't feel much about it, but after killing them now, he was really soft-handed and his mood became more and more depressed.

Of course he knows that the reason why these cubs appear harmless to humans and animals, like the pet dogs in the arms of noble ladies, fluffy and cute, is entirely because they are so well protected by their mothers and they don't know the dangers of the human world.

They live in a warm and comfortable nest isolated from the world, accompanied only by their parents, brothers and sisters, there is no shortage of food, and they can play as much as they want. They don't know how cruel the competition for survival in the outside world is, and how many humans break into the nest Danger is the "natural enemy" who wholeheartedly puts them to death.

When Holden just broke into this cave, there was even a Peridon cub that came up to him, staring at him curiously.

At first, Holden thought the little thing was trying to attack him, so he aimed his gun at the opponent's head without thinking.

However, just when he was about to pull the trigger, the cub suddenly showed a cheerful expression and ran up to him excitedly.

His big fluffy head was rubbing against his leather boots, seemingly unaware that the boots were stained with the blood of his own kind.

After a brief moment of surprise, Holden realized that this innocent cub had mistook itself for a friendly visitor, perhaps thinking that he had come to play with it specially.

Unfortunately, he is not the friendly playmate the cubs expected.

Holden is well aware that the cub's kindness to strangers does not last long.

When it grows up, learns hunting skills from its mother, and reaches the age when it must go out to feed itself, human beings are no longer playmates in its eyes, but prey.

Holden hesitated for a while, and finally put the muzzle of the gun against the cub's forehead, pulled the trigger hard, and pulled the trigger.

The moment the gunshot rang out, he turned his head to one side, not wanting to witness the cub's illusion of this world, together with its life, dissipate under the cold gunpoint.

After the shot, Holden was genuinely disgusted with his mission.

Reason told him that it is the smartest way to eliminate the cubs now, otherwise when these cubs grow up, how many innocent humans will die under their minions.

It is of course necessary to take precautions and eradicate the roots, but he still feels that this is really a drudgery that cannot bring him the slightest sense of honor.

There was silence in the lair, and the cubs seemed to have been wiped out.

Now there was only one thing Holden had to do—go to the huge bird's nest made of withered grass, and smash all the beast eggs piled up in the nest.

He loaded the pistol with bullets and walked to the grass nest.

At this time, there was a sudden shake under the grass nest, and a cub that seemed to have just hatched for a few days struggled to straighten its upper body, spread its wings that had not grown hard, and stopped Holden.

The poet stopped and looked at the overwhelmed cub.

The cub bared its teeth and growled, as if imitating its mother's vicious appearance when she was angry, trying to scare off the intruders in front of her.

However, it is not difficult for Holden to see the unconcealable panic in its eyes, and besides, there is a faint sense of determination and solemnity.

Obviously, this little thing wants to protect the beast eggs behind it.

Peridon is a very smart monster.

The cub probably sensed an emotion called "responsibility" vaguely by observing the mother's demeanor and behavior when protecting itself.

The mother is not in the lair, and all the brothers and sisters have been killed by the intruders. Now it is the only one who can stand up to replace the mother and perform the duty of protecting the eggs.

Unfortunately, having the courage to take responsibility does not mean having equal capabilities.

Holden couldn't help but have a doubt.

If this cub can live until the day when it is mentally mature and knows that its courage is meaningless, not only can it not protect those unborn brothers and sisters behind it, but it has to take its own life for nothing, it can still stand up without hesitation ?

From the perspective of the evolution of humans and other intelligent species, it is precisely because some individuals have the courage and sense of responsibility to safeguard the interests of the group regardless of personal sacrifices that the entire group can survive and develop a highly civilized society.

Could this courageous Pelydon cub in front of him be a microcosm, indicating that the Pelydon clan has the potential to develop a high level of social civilization?

If this is the case, in time, the Pelydon group may become a strong competitor of human civilization and pose a threat to the survival of all mankind.

Thinking of this, Holden had no choice but to harden his heart, and raised his gun to point at the weak yet powerful cub opposite him, completely niping out the germs of danger.

The gunshots echoed in the cave, and the last Peridon cub also fell in a pool of blood, its eyes filled with tears widened in vain, and soon stopped breathing.

Holden unbuttoned his collar and took a deep breath, trying to ease the nausea of ​​self-loathing.

The roar of the adult Pelidon came from a distance, which seemed to indicate that the mothers who had been led out of the nest had realized that they had been deceived, and were rushing back in anger.

Holden immediately realized that there was not much time left for him. He barely suppressed his bad emotions, walked quickly to the grass nest, and raised his gun to point at the eggs piled up into a hill.

The finger holding down the trigger couldn't help trembling slightly.

The scene of the cub spreading its immature wings to protect the egg, like a lingering nightmare, repeated itself before his eyes.