Petrification Snake Romane & Geschichten

Leon. She remembered that Mr. Leon was very familiar with the animals in the forest. Mr. Leon quickly replied to her, "This looks like a poisonous snake of the Dark Forest. Unfortunately, there is almost no possibility of survival after being bitten by this kind of snake. And it is very likely to die within ten minutes. " Just as Mr. Leon finished speaking, Eva called her. She said excitedly, "Pete is awake! " "That' s not possible! " Mr. Leon said, "No one survives the bite of such a poisonous snake unless... "

"It wasn't a glimpse, I saw it clearly. But there was something about that snake. I don't know - When I saw it, I couldn't move. I intended to kill it but I couldn't move until it disappeared. It has a weird shape kind of head. It's body is long and under the moonlight, the color was shimmering blue. The snake could be described beautiful if not for its evil deeds. Have you ever seen a snake like that before." "Not at all actually. A blue snake with a weird shape kind of head? The only blue snake I have seen is the Gryman snake which can only be found in the desert. There is no way they can survive in the woods. Not just that, they have the normal shape of head too. Anyways, you don't have t

How could Indra possibly survive a barrage of poison? "Let's see if you're worthy of the title lightning god," Snake Eye's muttered. Unlike his men, he wasn't that enthused. To him, it wasn't a question of whether Indra could neutralise the poison, but when. His question was soon answered though. Within the poisonous fog, Indra's eyes flashed as the Petrification spell ended. His blood swiftly neutralised the poison that had invaded his body, and his mouth widened into a small grin. "Breath: Chain Lightning"

He scooped the snake into the bottle and tightened the cap. The snake was wiggling around the bottle, trapped. Helen asked with a pale expression, "What is that, Mr. Henderson?" Woody set the bottle down and said, "It's a golden snake parasite. It's one of the most venomous creatures in Greka. People would put their eggs into beverages or food. The victims would ingest the eggs without knowing, and these eggs would hatch inside their stomachs." "I knew someone was trying to harm my father!" Helen's expression turned vicious, with clear bloodlust in her eyes.

One of the little snakes raised its head and said to Philip, “We’re the descendants of Hydra, the Snake God. If you dare to hurt us…” However, before the little snake finished speaking, Philip grabbed the snake's head with his other hand and crushed it. “Now, do you want to express your opinions or listen to me?” There was a smile on Philip's face, but to these little snakes, Philip was the devil himself. They had lived underwater for more than a thousand years. Although other creatures had tried to take them down before, there was no one like Philip who dared to crush them like this. “What do you want to know?”

Thanks to his strong cultivation, he managed to suppress the toxin from spreading for the time being. Presbytery Gui sneered and said mockingly, "I raised this centipede with the venom of scorpions, Dendrobates, and venomous snakes, so it's extremely virulent. Even if you are in the Acquired Realm, you will die within two hours if you're poisoned!"

It felt amazing! I looked up and I saw that the big snake was now in front of me. The snake was almost twenty feet tall, and it was a king cobra with three red eyes. I could hear its voice, and it was the same voice as the voice that was laughing at my prayer in my room. I was frozen in fear again. I couldn't even close my eyes because I was petrified with fear.

A younger officer was approaching from behind the partition—mid-twenties, dark hair pulled back, carrying a mug she set down on the filing cabinet before coming to the counter. “PC Okafor,” the sergeant said with visible relief. “Could you have a look at Mr. Fischer’s materials?” She picked up the snake photograph first. Her eyes moved over it with what looked like genuine interest, and for a second I let myself think this might go somewhere. “What species is this?” she asked. “A juvenile viper. Not native. The vet who examined it said—” “Where is it now?” “In my parents’ freezer. In a takeaway container.” Her mouth twitched. Not a smile—more the suppression of one. She set the photo down an

The first time she saw one slither past her, she’d nearly passed out from fear. She didn’t sleep for days. But eventually, fear gave way to numbness. And once the heart went cold, nothing was terrifying anymore. At that moment, Adora gently coiled the snake around her neck and stepped out, her tone soft and composed as she presented it to the others. "See? It’s very tame. It doesn’t bite, and even if it did, it’s harmless. This is a California kingsnake. “It’s non-venomous, but it feeds on venomous snakes. The more toxic the prey, the more it likes it. That’s why it’s called a 'king.'"

In spite of that, a row of torches that reached all the way up to the edge of the opening of the volcano, illuminated around that large clearing. A pyramid of three steps and four sides made of large crude stones rose at the center of that great clearing within the forest, with a large esplanade at its top. However, this esplanade was not a flat space. Most of it consisted of a rather shallow depression filled with innumerable snakes of all kinds and sizes. Some tried to climb up the walls of that receptacle; some others crawled along the floor, while others rolled up and entwined with each other to form a mesh of vipers.