Slime Immortal.

Chapter 132 Bombard Him with Cannons
Kane succeeded!
He passed the test!
"Hahaha! Good!"

Seeing this, Iron Anvil felt much more confident. He laughed wildly, picked up his warhammer, and charged out after him.

Kane moved like a ghost, so fast that he almost left a trail of afterimages.

The corrupting power greatly enhanced his speed, his most crucial attribute as an assassin.

A grayish-purple energy blade condensed at the edge of his missing ring finger's palm, each swing like the Grim Reaper's scythe, viciously slicing across the goblin's throat.

In the blink of an eye, the three goblins who had just surrounded them collapsed to the ground, clutching their bleeding necks.

This horrific scene terrified the other goblins, who screamed and retreated in disarray.

With the slaves running around in all directions, the entrance to the camp had become a pot of boiling porridge.

As Kane bathed in the warm goblin blood, his chest heaved violently. The ultimate sense of satisfaction from his revenge washed over his entire body, making him almost want to roar to the heavens.

As the carnage continued, his rampaging rationality gradually returned, and the purplish-gray mist surrounding his body slowly receded, condensing into a slightly illusory energy finger shadow at his missing ring finger.

Upon seeing the anvil arrive, the two stood back to back, exchanged a glance, and both saw a long-lost sense of exhilaration and fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

"Today, we'll turn this hellhole upside down!" Kane roared, and his figure shot out again at lightning speed.

This time, his style was completely different.

His combat instincts returned completely; stealth, assassination, cunning footwork... the assassin's skills were integrated into this frenzied battlefield.

【sneak】

[Shadow Kill]

He would sometimes appear from the shadows and slit the throats of lone goblins, and at other times use his speed to dash through enemy lines and deliver a fatal blow before they could surround him.

He transformed into a true battlefield ghost, efficiently and ruthlessly reaping lives.

The goblins screamed in terror, trying to form an encirclement to annihilate this terrible enemy.

"boom!"

Corrupted Fireball

Just then, a swirling, purple-gray fireball suddenly flew out from another slave camp, whistling as it crashed into the goblin horde and exploded.

Although it didn't blaze as fiercely as a regular fireball, the purplish-gray energy was extremely corrosive, tearing goblins within its range apart, causing them to scream and roll on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a furious roar came from the camp, and a brute warrior burst out of the hut, punching a goblin who was trying to attack him, sending him and his shield flying.

They were two other believers.

A mage and a warrior also successfully advanced.

Three full-time professionals!
This scene inspired the slaves present who had rebellious thoughts, and more corrupt believers rushed out from their respective camps and gathered together, shouting "Praise be to Morgul!"

Then they launched a fierce counterattack against the retreating goblin army.

Iron Anvil originally wanted to charge forward as well, but suddenly felt a chill on his back. The slime messenger lying on his back was also emitting an extremely faint purplish-gray mist.

He quickly stopped and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency? Are you alright?"

"fine."

Chen Yu responded normally, but his attention was completely drawn to the panel that suddenly popped up in front of him.

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Reputation Title: Chaos Missionary
Acquisition Requirements: Under the watchful eye of the corrupted Morgul, a missionary must earn the deep trust of his followers, successfully spread his corrupt doctrines, and guide at least three believers through Morgul's trials.

Title effect:

1. Reputation Mark: The name "Chaos Missionary" is remembered by both the Order and Chaos factions. Order believers feel awe or trust towards him, while Chaos believers see him as a potential ally or a dangerous instigator.

2. Whispers of Chaos: Once per day, applies "Chaos Evangelism" to a target with weak will, causing the target to act against their own faction.

Note: This is the chaotic grace bestowed by Morgul. Its faith is neither a plague nor a gospel; it is simply the surging change itself—both the dissolution of the old order and the breeding ground for new possibilities.

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There are rewards for missionary work?

Morgul is probably afraid he doesn't have enough followers, isn't he?

Chen Yu felt a little speechless but also wanted to laugh.

He glanced quickly at the effects of "Chaos Missionary," but since it could only be used once a day and the situation was chaotic, he didn't try it.

The anvil received a "nothing's wrong" response, and although there were still doubts, trust prevailed over everything.

He pulled over Little John, who had rushed over, and quickly rejoined Kane, who was wreaking havoc ahead. He said urgently, "Kane! Don't linger in the fight. This is a rare opportunity. We must leave here immediately and break through the fortress exit."

Kane, who had just pulled a goblin dagger from a goblin corpse, nodded upon hearing this.

He knew that they had only caught the enemy off guard, and once the goblins recovered, their numbers would be no match for them.

He immediately rallied the gathered believers and dozens of daring slaves, attempting to break through to the fortress gate.

However, the goblin reinforcements continued to pour in from all directions, making their advance increasingly difficult.

Suddenly, a huge commotion and ecstatic shouts came from behind the goblins.

"Lord Hammerbone! Lord Hammerbone has arrived!"

"Great! Lord Hammerbone is here! Kill these traitors!"

Kane looked up, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

From deeper within the fortress, a massive figure riding a huge, ferocious beast was rapidly approaching.

It was none other than the goblin leader—Hammerbone!
"Damn it! How come this guy is still here!" Kane's heart sank.

Despite his current apparent strength, his continuous bursts of power and high-intensity killings have already depleted his stamina.

Moreover, Hammerbone is no ordinary bear goblin; this guy's strength and combat experience are terrifying, beyond their current capabilities.

Just as he was feeling utterly helpless, Iron Anvil grabbed him, his voice unusually resolute: "Kane! Don't charge forward, lead everyone back to the slave camp!"

Kane was stunned: "Anvil, are you crazy? If we retreat now and get completely surrounded by goblins, we're finished!"

"Believe me!"

The anvil's voice was firm. He lowered his voice and said, "That mysterious force gave us a secret weapon. It's inside the camp. Maybe it can deal with him."

Kane looked at the anvil's resolute gaze, then glanced at the approaching, terrifying figure. He gritted his teeth and made a decision: "Everyone, retreat to the camp! Quickly! This is Morgul's order!" Although the crowd was puzzled, the "oracle" and the newly established trust made them choose to obey. The group fought and retreated, quickly shrinking back to the relatively narrow slave camp area.

Upon seeing this, the goblin troops immediately launched into arrogant mockery and insults.

"Hahaha! They're scared!"

"They've retreated back into their mouse hole!"

"Lord Hammerbone is mighty!"

The rebellious slaves were pushed back step by step and retreated into their dilapidated shacks. As more and more goblins appeared outside, some of the ordinary slaves who had just mustered the courage to follow them showed expressions of despair.

Just as this atmosphere of despair began to spread,
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Anvil roared, pulling Little John back to the shack they had set up earlier.

Under the astonished and uncertain gazes of Kane and his followers, the anvil solemnly placed the gray jade talisman into a shallow pit that had been dug out of the ground.

Then, a magical scene happened.

The gray gravel crystals buried around as the base of the array suddenly lit up with a soft silver light. The talismans on the ground seemed to come alive, and the silver energy flowed along the talismans, eventually all flowing into the jade talisman in the center.

hum!
The jade talisman burst forth with dazzling light, and a mysterious silver constellation phantom appeared above it.

"Get away!"

Although Kane didn't understand the principle, his intuition told him that danger was imminent, and he immediately shouted for the onlookers to disperse.

call out!
Almost the instant the crowd parted, an incredibly condensed silver beam of light shot out from the jade talisman, traversing several meters and crashing into the densest horde of goblins.

Bang! ! !
A deafening explosion sounded.

The ground trembled slightly, and the silver light exploded. At least four or five goblins were blown into pieces before they could even scream, leaving a charred crater in the ground.

This sudden and terrifying attack stunned everyone, including the goblins.

This thing really is a cannon!

The anvil was first stunned, then burst into wildly joyful laughter.

"Hahaha, good heavens, blast them!"

He pinched the gray gravel crystal catalyst given to him by Chen Yu, and the second beam of light immediately shot out.

Although the aim was a bit off, it still exploded in the goblin horde, sending them scrambling for cover and their newly organized offensive collapsing instantly.

The situation seems to have reversed.

However, at this moment, Hammerbone's massive figure had already arrived near the entrance of the slave camp. When he saw the power of the silver pillar of light, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

What on earth is this?
It was completely different from the magic crystal cannons he had ever seen.

Before he could think it through, the third beam of light came hurtling right in front of him.

"Roar!"

Hammerbone let out a roar, only managing to block the massive mace in front of him.

Bang! ! !
A muffled explosion rang out.

The silver energy violently scattered and impacted, and Hammerbone felt an unimaginable force coming from the spiked hammer. Its huge body was actually blasted off the ground and sent flying backward like a tattered sack being thrown out, crashing into the goblin pile behind it with a loud thud, crushing a bunch of unlucky guys.

The entire battlefield fell silent instantly.

All the goblins were dumbfounded, unable to believe that their invincible Lord Hammerbone had actually been... blasted away.

Several seconds passed before the goblins hurriedly moved aside.

Hammerbone, his massive head swaying slightly, climbed up from the backs of several goblins who had been crushed half to death.

It shook its numb arm, glanced at the obvious charred dent on its beloved mace, and its eyes were filled with shock and rage.

The last time he experienced being blasted away by pure force was when he challenged the legion commander.

When the insurgents in the camp saw this scene, their initial joy was instantly extinguished, and their hearts sank once again.

This goblin bear... it actually withstood a cannon shot?!

Iron Anvil's face also turned pale. He hurriedly tried to activate the magic array again, and the fourth beam of light shot out, heading straight for Hammer Bone.

"Ow!"

Hammerbone roared again, this time prepared. Its muscles bulged and veins stood out as it gripped its spiked hammer tightly and parried with all its might.

Bang!
The silver light exploded, and although Hammerbone wasn't sent flying this time, the enormous impact still sent him staggering backward for a good five or six meters before he could barely regain his balance, leaving two deep furrows in the ground.

However, just as the anvil was about to continue activating the magic array, the light on the ground dimmed rapidly, and the gray gravel crystals that served as the array's base were completely reduced to dust with a few "cracks".

Oh no, I'm out of energy!
Panic appeared on everyone's faces.

Hammerbone keenly caught their expressions, shook his head, and emitted a deep, thunderous hum.

"Hmph...out of ideas? Now it's my turn. I'm going to crush your bones one by one and throw them to feed the scorpions."

It began to approach with heavy steps.

Kane's expression was extremely solemn. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Anvil, you take Little John and the others and find a way to leave. I'll go stop them."

After saying that, without waiting for the anvil's response, he rushed forward to his death without looking back.

The anvil anxiously asked the slime on its body.

"Envoy, what do we do now?"

The wet nurse brother clinging to his back stirred, seemingly thinking rapidly, and then transmitted his thoughts.

"Throw me out."

"What?" Iron Anvil thought he had misheard.

"Throw me toward that goblin bear, and I'll buy you a little more time. The monster army should be here soon."

Is the slime stalling for time?
Iron Anvil's face was full of hesitation. He couldn't imagine how the soft little guy behind him would face that terrifying bear goblin. He was afraid that one hit from the hammer would turn him into slime.

"Don't worry, it's alright." Chen Yu's thoughts came again, calm and collected.

Anvil gritted his teeth, said a few words of thanks, turned to tell Little John to hide, and rushed out.

(End of this chapter)