Slime Immortal.

Chapter 131 For freedom!

The two proceeded according to plan: Kane remained in the shack to conduct his trials in secret, while the anvil was responsible for relaying signals of rebellion.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and started gesturing wildly as he rushed out of the slave camp, even grabbing mud from the ground and smearing it on his face and beard.

"Hehe, it's glowing... The stone is glowing..."

He was shouting incoherently, as if he had gone mad, and he rammed his head against the pillar of the shack next to him, causing the whole shack to shake.

The goblin on guard was startled at first, but after realizing it was a mad dwarf, it immediately let out a piercing sneer.

"This guy has gone mad."

"He must be hallucinating from hunger."

The goblin overseer walked up with disgust, raised his foot, clad in a tattered leather boot, and kicked the anvil hard in the stomach.

"Go back, you stinky thing, don't get in my way."

The anvil was kicked and stumbled, falling to the ground. He was still grinning foolishly as he crawled back to his shack, muttering crazy things like "Morgur's eyes are watching me."

The goblins laughed even louder, completely letting their guard down, thinking it was just another boring scene of slaves collapsing in their daily lives.

However, when the corrupt followers scattered throughout the various camps saw this scene, they immediately understood that it was a coded message from Kane.

Is this a preemptive action?
That's right, now is a great time.

Thinking of this, the believers' hearts began to pound, and they quietly retreated into their huts or shadows to prepare for the trial.

……

Inside the anvil shack, little John nervously peered through the tattered curtain and saw the anvil crawling back through the crack. He breathed a small sigh of relief and nodded vigorously to Kane deep inside the shack.

Kane took a deep breath of the musty air, his face resolute, and extended his rough left hand.

According to the information provided by that mysterious force, the first step of the trial is to sacrifice something closely related to "revenge".

He had nothing left but this tormented body.

If Morgul wants it, then take it.

He closed his eyes and prayed to Morgul, whispering to the endless humiliation and hatred in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a cold, invisible giant hand, and a feeling of being watched by a chaotic being descended upon him.

His left ring finger began to emit a strange grayish-purple mist, and his skin and flesh seemed to evaporate silently. A pain from the depths of his soul suddenly appeared, as if his entire finger had been chopped up and put into a meat grinder.

The grayish-purple mist emitted from his ring finger grew thicker and thicker, quickly engulfing and swallowing him whole.

His consciousness was abruptly pulled away from reality and dragged into a "nameless land" where only gray-purple mist swirled.

Just as he was feeling bewildered, he saw the scene gradually solidify in the fog ahead, revealing a goblin warrior with a cruel, mocking smile on his face.

He was holding a rusty dagger as he approached a mercenary figure who had collapsed to the ground...

That figure was so familiar to him that he could never forget it.

Memories flooded his mind instantly, and he felt as if he had returned to the night he was captured by the goblin army.

Lina, the woman who loved him, committed suicide with the very blade he used to kill his enemies, so as not to fall into the hands of goblins. Even her body was mercilessly kicked down the slope.

"Lina...no!!!"

With his painful wounds exposed, Kane's eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot veins and a frenzied rage, and he roared like a wounded beast.

He didn't even notice that his fist had completely turned to mist at some point. Filled with hatred that burned everything, he charged madly towards the goblin phantom.

Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in various inconspicuous corners of the slave camps.

The desperate avengers are being forced to confront their deepest scars and obsessions.

However, Chen Yu knew that passing the trial wouldn't be so easy.

This trial is less a contest of force and more an extremely brutal test of willpower.

Only those believers whose obsession with revenge is strong enough, even willing to burn everything for it, can survive and draw upon the chaotic power belonging to "Morgur".

This deity seems to have a particular fondness for such twisted yet resolute souls.

……

Inside the shack, after the anvil quietly retreated, he and Little John immediately hid in the deepest part.

He carefully took out the grayish-white jade talisman from his pocket, along with a few sheets of magic paper and a few slightly glowing gray crystals.

"Child, lend a hand."

He and John arranged them on the ground as quickly as possible, following the simple method Chen Yu had taught them the night before.

The trial is underway, the magic array is being set up, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

However, it is precisely at times like these that fate seems to enjoy playing tricks, and unexpected events occur unexpectedly.

"Uhhhhhh-!!!"

From the neighboring shack, Kane suddenly let out a beast-like roar, a sound filled with unimaginable pain and madness, as if he were undergoing the torture of having his soul torn apart. The commotion was so great that it instantly alerted the nearby goblin overseers.

"What's going on over there?!"

"Go over and have a look!"

The goblins' smiles vanished, replaced by wariness and ferocity.

They brandished their whips, lashing and driving away the slaves blocking their way, cursing as they made their way to the shack area from which the commotion was coming.

In the other camps, the corrupt believers on guard were startled.

Seeing that the goblins were about to cause trouble, a few believers, without anyone knowing who took the lead, gritted their teeth and shoved the numb slaves around them, deliberately provoking a disturbance.

Why did you hit me?!

"Are you looking for death?"

In an instant, the argument escalated into a fight, and the long-suppressed resentment and chaos exploded like a spark falling into an oil drum.

Multiple camps were almost simultaneously engulfed in inexplicable melee and shoving, and the situation completely spiraled out of control.

"Damn it! These lowly slaves are trying to cause trouble!"

The goblin overseers immediately understood, roaring as they pulled out their hammers and tried to break through the chaotic crowd to suppress the source of the problem.

"Child, I'm entrusting this place to you. Remember, whatever you do, don't come out."

Seeing that things were not going well, Tiezhen quickly put down what he was doing and rushed out to stop them.

As soon as he rushed out of the shack, he saw several well-equipped goblin warriors cursing and pushing through the fighting crowd, approaching the area.

"Get out of my way, you dwarf scum!" A goblin raised a one-handed hammer to smash it.

The anger that had been suppressed for years finally erupted at this moment.

The long-suffering dwarf warrior, like a boulder awakening, dodged the hammer blow, his thick, muscular arm bulging, and slammed a heavy punch into the goblin's helmet.

"clang!"

After a muffled thud, the helmet visibly dented, and the goblin collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

Iron Anvil swiftly picked up the one-handed hammer that had fallen to the ground and rushed out like a whirlwind, smashing another goblin that was trying to attack, causing its brains to splatter.

But more goblins surrounded them, wearing leather armor and carrying iron weapons.

Iron Anvil was only dressed in tattered slave clothes. Although he was brave, he lacked protection and was soon slashed several times, forcing him to retreat.

"Don't let him get away! Kill this traitor!"

The goblin screamed, and more guards poured in from other places.

He was about to be surrounded, blood streaming down his body, but a resolute look flashed across his face, ready to fight to the death.

Just then, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and a gentle warmth instantly flowed from the slime hiding behind him, quickly spreading to his wound.

Those deep wounds stopped bleeding and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was the healing technique from that night.

The anvil was stunned for a moment, then grinned and revealed a blood-splattered smile, no longer having any scruples.

"for freedom!"

He let out a dwarven war cry, brandishing his one-handed hammer, and charged into the goblin horde once more like a berserker.

The goblins were grinning, thinking they could easily finish off the wounded dwarf, but they didn't expect him to become more and more courageous in the fight. His injuries seemed to have no effect, and his hammering techniques were even more ferocious and domineering.

What terrified them even more was that the bodies of their fallen companions were rapidly drying out and shrinking, as if their life force had been drained away.

"A demon! He sold his soul to the demon!"

More and more goblins fell, and the last two goblins screamed in terror, dropped their weapons, and scrambled away, crying for help.

Iron Anvil was kneeling on one knee, panting heavily. Before he could catch his breath, he heard even more intense footsteps and shouts coming from the camp entrance.

Goblin reinforcements have arrived!

A dozen or so fully armed goblin warriors rushed in, followed by a few shady slingers.

A sense of danger instantly enveloped the anvil.

At this critical moment.

"Roar--!!!"

A beastly roar, completely unlike any human's, suddenly erupted from the shack behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the tattered curtain of the shack was torn apart by a tremendous force, and a figure shrouded in a thick gray-purple mist rushed out like a war machine out of control, with an unstoppable destructive momentum, heading straight for the astonished goblins.

That's... Kane?!

(End of this chapter)