They fled toward the cave's exit in terror, no longer able to care about these so-called important Incan cultural research materials—even though Professor Doroin was shouting at the top of his lungs.
However, the horror of the Black-horned Giant Python lay not only in its enormous size and ability to swallow a living person in one bite. As its muscles contracted, it could also crawl forward with terrifying speed.
In the blink of an eye, the Black-horned Giant Python had appeared in front of the cave entrance ahead of the fleeing archaeology team. It coiled around itself, its cold, gloomy eyes glaring at them like a tiger stalking its prey.
Among the archaeology team, the few experts responsible for combat had no choice but to fight back. They had already seen what happened to their leader, Santa, so no one wanted to become the next person buried in the giant python's jaws.
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat—!!!
Pistols and machine guns—weapons provided entirely by the sponsors—rained bullets crazily upon the Black-horned Giant Python.
Flashes of gunfire lit up the cave again and again.
"That monster!"
A cry of alarm rang out in the darkness, followed by a scream. Another team member had been targeted by the Black-horned Giant Python.
His body was wrapped in the giant python's coils. Amid his agonized screams, it seemed possible to hear every bone in his body cracking!
Yet the python's skin was like alloy. Bullets poured onto its body, producing only a series of clinks. Even when several black scales were knocked loose, it seemed completely unfazed.
One team member after another became the Black-horned Giant Python's meal in the midst of their terror—as if this were punishment for everyone who had trespassed here.
They trembled and shuddered as they huddled together on a small patch of