Chapter: 78
In the end, he chose to dig a deep pit and bury the piles.
This also has certain problems: with the tracking ability shown by that monster, it has a high probability of detecting abnormalities in advance and seeing through traps.
Lumian's response is to find ways to lower its defensiveness and make good use of its misunderstandings.
To put it simply, he can only hope that he can suppress the opponent in terms of IQ, and make good use of the greatest advantage of being a human being when the weapons are not as good as the target.
"At least from the last time I saw it, it has a certain IQ but not too high..." Lumian comforted himself in his heart.
Of course, he would not underestimate that monster because of this, and he planned to put the opponent's IQ at the level of a normal person to plan.
The target is Ponce Bene.
"No, that guy is too stupid. If he didn't have so many thugs, I would have made him kneel down and call Dad a long time ago." Lumian thought for a while, and cautiously raised his expectations for the monster, "Well, according to Treated by an uneducated parish priest."
He looked out of the window again, and his gaze stayed on the wilderness between his home and the ruins.
This place is closer to the "safety zone", which is the safest for him, but it lacks shelter and has a clear view, so it is really not suitable for "ambush".
"It's okay to dig a trap. If you can use yourself as a bait, the other party will be able to see you from a distance and shoot you directly. They won't come over at all..." Lumian muttered a few words, and decided to venture into the ruins, where he found Set traps in suitable places.
The plan that already had a draft quickly took shape in his mind, and there was only one last point to be confirmed:
It takes a lot of time to dig deep pits and bury sharp piles, and Lumian can't order the other party to wait until he is done.
After thinking about it, Lumian opened his arms and made a gesture of "embracing the sun", praying more devoutly than ever before:
"My God, my father, please bless me to deal with that monster.
"Praise the sun!"
It is impossible to be 100% sure about most of the things in the world. Lumian no longer hesitated, carried the steel fork and axe, and left the bedroom and entered the study.
Considering the target's weaponry, he decided to replace the "protective gear".
Lumian took off his cotton coat, and tied the hardcover books to his chest and back with ropes.
This is homemade "paper armor"!
Vaguely, he remembered that his sister once said that he might suffer some internal injuries, but now he can't take care of that much anymore.
Lumian moved his body and confirmed that the current number of books would not affect his battle too much.
He put on the outer leather jacket again, and made his way down to the ground floor, rummaging for materials he might need to set up the trap:
Not long after, he had an extra shovel in his hand, and a bundle of ropes around his waist—one was for climbing, and the other was for making rope nets instead of branches.
After completing the preparations, Lumian took a deep breath and opened the door with his right hand holding the iron axe.
A faint gray mist filled the wilderness, and he walked step by step towards the mountain that seemed to be stained with blood.
In the dead silence, Lumian reached the edge of the ruins.
He first walked sideways for a certain distance, threw the shovel, steel fork, rope and other things into a dark corner of a collapsed building, and then returned to the place where he entered the ruins with only an axe.
He started exploring without any abnormality, and slowly sneaked into the ruins as last time.
When he got to the place where he was frightened by the three-faced monster, he stayed for nearly a minute before turning back.