Chapter 85 The Great Hunt 6 (1/2)

John approached the female Floran that was beside him and checked her heart beat.

*Thump, thump...*

He sighed in relief when he heard those heart beats. Luckily he didn't accidentally killed her. She was just unconscious.

*Puchi*

John retrieved a Razor Feather coated in poison from his PIPS and gave the Floran a small cut, injecting some poison onto her.

With all done, he finally had time to deal with his own injuries.

He applied some medicinal salve onto his wounds and then covered them with clean, white bandages.

He didn't use the RIL red syringe because of the side effect that he would be unable to move around for some minutes.

In the Ceremonial Hunting Caverns, life and death could be determined in mere seconds.

Even though the medicinal salve heal slower than the RIL Syringe, it was the best he had in his hands at the time.

John laid flat on the ground with his eyes closed. He looked to be asleep, but he was, in fact, focusing all his attention on the slightest sounds of his surroundings.

At any notice of danger he would be able to jump up and fight back.

The effects of the poison had already gone way. The sensation of his left arm had finally returned, but so did the pain from the two huge wounds he received on the same arm.

His originally green camo clothes were completely dirty with dried sweat, blood, and dust.

Fresh red blood was still flowing from the bandages he had just placed over his injuries. It would take some hours to the salve close up the injuries that were all over his body.

After a few minutes of rest, John decided it was time to leave.

He used his Matter Manipulator to create a room which he could place the Floran In there. He also went back and carried the other Floran over and shove him on the same hole he created for the female Floran.

”Done...” John wiped the sweat on his forehead once he closed up the hole.

From the outside it was almost impossible to see that there was hole in that place. He made the lid of the hole with the same stone that he took when digging up the hole...

*Bang*

John resumed his travel as he followed the source of that loud roar that he had heard before.

*Bang, bang, bang...*

He used his Grappling Hook to swing from one platform to the other.

”Huh?” John stopped by a stationary platform and looked ahead of him.

He was able to see a flock of flying creatures flying toward him from the distance.

With a careful look he was able to identify those creatures. They were Batongs, but a little different from the ones he saw previously, at the other planet.

This ones had a red coloration hide, different from the black Batongs that he saw. The red Batongs were also slightly larger than the black ones.

*Bang*

John didn't even hesitate, he took the Spitfire Assault Rifle and opened fire at the flock of Batongs.