It turns out that this kind of monster was the latest biological research product of the Viper Group, created with the purpose of countering Vampire sensing abilities. Its internal codename within the group was 1038.
However, since this creature had only been developed recently, aside from its powerful destructive capabilities, it still had various shortcomings too numerous to list.
But the monsters that had already been created were difficult to destroy, and if they accidentally escaped, their whereabouts would be extremely hard to trace.
Considering this, the Viper Group thought that rather than keeping this ticking time bomb in their own lair, they might as well deploy it directly to other territories.
The human faction's recent operation had just failed, so to be safe, the higher-ups wouldn't choose this place as the deployment point again.
The Vampire and Werewolf Race were too fierce, and deploying there would be too risky.
After much deliberation, they finally chose the Forest of Life of the Elf Race.
The flagged point on that huge sand table was their final, most detailed deployment location.
Looking at the nervous faces of the captives before her, Chloe raised her eyebrows with interest:
"Well, well, picking on the weak, eh? Your Viper Group's higher-ups must be quite the clever folks. Care to share their names with me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the captives' faces turned even paler.
Seeing this, Chloe grew more curious and pressed on, "Come on, speak up. Why so quiet now? Don't you want to keep your fingers?"
As she spoke, she raised her dagger suggestively.
But even so, the captives still refused to speak, shaking their heads frantically, their faces turning a sickly green.
Chloe looked at their complexion, thinking their faces could be used for stir-frying at this point.
At the same time, her suspicions deepened —
Why wouldn't they give up the group's higher-ups? Were they too afraid to speak or unable to?
These captives were at best low-level workers. For the sake of their fingers... no, for their lives, they were willing to voluntarily disclose the purpose of this mission. So why wouldn't they dare to name the higher-ups?
Chloe experimentally placed her dagger on their fingers.
The captives' bodies shook more violently, their faces deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolling down, looking utterly miserable.
But even pushed to this extent, they still refused to utter a word.
Seeing this, Chloe pondered thoughtfully.
Daniel, standing behind her, turned his head to look at the group of captives and let out a short, derisive laugh: "Hey, you guys really don't value your lives, do you?"
The captives looked at him fearfully, their bodies curling up even tighter.
Like a bunch of tied-up shrimp waiting for slaughter.
Chloe glanced at them, quickly averting her gaze, and stuck the freshly whittled branch upright in the damp soil.
At the same time, a small blue Soul Fire appeared at her fingertip, igniting the branch.
A powerful aura began to spread outward from this point, and instantly, the bird calls and insect chirps that had just started up disappeared again.
Chloe: "This way no one will dare to come near here. Everyone get a good rest tonight, no one needs to keep watch."
"Alright."
The tents were set up very quickly. In less than half an hour, they were all lying in their sleeping bags.
Chloe was right next to Anderson, with a small night light lit between them. The dim yellow light illuminated a small area, giving it a strangely cozy feeling.
She turned to face Anderson, only to find that he was still awake.
Chloe immediately reproached him: "Why aren't you sleeping yet? What are you staring at?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Daniel's snoring came from nearby.
Chloe: "..."
She casually grabbed a roll of paper and threw it to the side. After being hit, Daniel instinctively stopped snoring.
As the surroundings quieted down, Chloe unconsciously lowered her voice and patiently asked Anderson again.
In the warm yellow light, Anderson's emerald green eyes looked particularly gentle, and Chloe found herself mesmerized.
It wasn't until Anderson half sat up and leaned over that she snapped out of her daze.
Chloe asked confusedly, "What are you doing?"
But she didn't move.
That was the absolute trust built up over years.
Anderson's lips curled into a slight smile as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, saying gently, "Nothing. Your hair was messy. Go to sleep."
With that, he lay back down in his sleeping bag.
Chloe opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopping herself, her body remaining stiff the whole time.
She found it strange.
Wasn't it normal for hair to get messy while sleeping? Why did Anderson have to manage even this?
Chloe felt a bit flustered, her heart beating a little faster.
After a moment of silence, she tucked herself further into her blanket.
Like a little quail avoiding reality.