No matter whether you die or live, the night will still come.——"Dark World"

Feng Heng looked at the paper and seemed a little confused. After touching the stack of paper in his hand, he found that among the papers he saw now, the bottom was the second and last information he was holding in his hand.

"The following information is excerpted from the Foundation documents, please watch with caution."

May 14, 1883:

I received an extremely interesting letter this morning.

…It was about my near-fatal encounter with some mysterious creature—a story I’m afraid I wouldn’t write outside my private diary—I don’t plan to travel again until the summer is over.

However, this letter today changed my plan.

This is a very formal letter written on a folded cardboard like a wedding invitation, with the most advanced envelope wrapped around it, and the contents of the letter are as follows:

Lord Theodore Thomas Blackwood, to third class:

Colonel Joseph Duvant, Army of the French Republic,

Here I sincerely invite you to participate-

Hunting Operation

The goal of this event is to kill thousands of innocent lives-

Tarask

The creature is extremely large and cruel, and has been regarded as a fictitious folklore in recent years. But recently the creature suddenly appeared, threatening the security of Provence and even the entire France.

The French President has authorized Colonel Duvante to pay bonuses to any group or individual who hunted the notorious monster—

Five million pounds

Please forward the reply to Colonel Duvant, address: 22 Kensington Street, Knightsbridge District, London.

...I spent an afternoon studying encyclopedias and various historical and mythological works, and finally discovered its story in a folk legend.

It is said that in the end it was Saint Marda, the sister of Mary Magdalene, who conquered the monster with her singing of healing everything.

The book calls Tarask an evil creature; a huge Chimera beast that can spray flames with its breath, covered with thick scales, and invulnerable swords and guns. It kills without compassion, spreading chaos everywhere for fun.

May 16, 1883:

Today I went to a private club in the city run by Marshall, Carter and Dark...

In addition to me, there are three invited guests.

The first one was an American named Mr. Roosevelt. Although he was very young, he was already a well-known prey hunter in the western United States.

The second is Mr. Dukov, a well-known scientist and historian.

The last one is like me, and readers may still remember him - this person is Mr. Harris, the old friend who fought with me on the banks of the Nile in 1855.

The few survivors claim it was a cunning and vicious giant lizard, they said, rushing directly to the square in the center of the town and killing everyone in the way, rushing around, eating voraciously, eating people, eating animals, and buildings.

A farmer said the monster said to him in standard French after tearing his wife and children apart, "They really make me sick."

The colonel said that the four of us were the highest hunters and scientists that the French government could find, and he was not sure whether we were stronger than that monster, but he hoped that we could defeat the powerful enemy who defeated his own army with our expertise and cutting-edge technology weapons.

May 20, 1883:

I tried to avoid talking to Mr. Harris throughout the journey. I was determined to keep my demeanor from head to toe during this adventure, but this person always made things difficult for me everywhere.

When we were on the train in Calais, I saw him asking someone to put a huge dark stone box onto the car, which he said was his "secret weapon".

He refused to tell us what was in the box, but just seeing it made me feel uncomfortable - even the air seemed to be particularly cold around the box.

May 21, 1883:

I have seen the cruelty of many wars in my life.

When I was leading the Opium War, I directly witnessed the anger of the British Empire; in Africa, I saw the indigenous tribes who fought to the last man; in Crimea, countless soldiers died in battle, the city was looted, and I almost died myself.

But compared to the huge damage caused by Tarask, these are nothing.

Avignon looked like he was entering a state of war—the streets were full of patrol soldiers and roadblocks were set up on the borders of the city.

The quarantine area is not far from the city. The soldiers dug trenches and built bunkers on the edge of the area.

The young people guarding the place looked like they were all experienced and experienced.

Tarascon has been completely destroyed.

The streets are full of corpses left by Tarask during the rebellion.

Most of the town was burned down; the famous Tarascan Castle and other ancient stone buildings have been turned into gravel, and only a few stone walls with big holes remained erected on the ground.

We did not see a living creature—no men, no women, no livestock, no insects, and no wild birds and beasts.

Even the plants in the town have withered.

Seeing such a tragic phenomenon, I couldn't help but wonder - is it really possible for a creature to cause such a terrible disaster?

May 22, 1883:

We finally met Tarask today, and we were lucky that we were not dead.

We advanced southwest to Baylorgard, which was at a level of destruction that was comparable to that of Tarascon.

We found traces left by the monster, and we followed it all the way south, then west, and then turned northwest, passing through the farmland, and coming to a place unusually close to Nimes.

Soon after afternoon, we saw the monster from afar; it was motionless, as if it was napping in the afternoon sun.

It is huge and has a length that is more than a whale, a height that is more than a giraffe, and obviously has a weight that is more than the first two.

Its scales shine under the sun, and its large and white teeth exposed outside its mouth, sleeping peacefully in the chaos it created.

If it had wings, I would have thought it was a giant dragon.

I fixed the gun to the fence, carefully aimed at the sleeping Tarask's head, held my breath and finally made some adjustments, and fired.

This hit directly hit the target, and we were delighted to see the upper half of Tarask's head being cut off.

The monster fell to the ground and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the monsters that killed thousands of people and threatened the entire country died just in just one shot.

Mr. Harris couldn't help but cheer - but at this moment the monster suddenly came back to life.

It stood up again and turned in our direction.

Blood, brain and blood clots kept oozing out of its broken head, looking down at us with only one of its remaining eyes, making a blood-coagulating roar, and then, it sprinted towards us quickly, running much faster than the angry male elephant.

Harris dropped the elephant hunting gun, took out a small continuous gun, poured a full bullet cavities into Tarask's side abdomen - we were horrified to find that the wound he caused was healing rapidly within seconds.

I saw the monster trying to chase Mr. Roosevelt, whose front leg was growing again and becoming a new form.

But in the end, Mr. Roosevelt escaped the monster's pursuit. When night fell, we had returned to the soldiers on the border of the quarantine area.
Chapter completed!