Slime Immortal.

Chapter 141 The Absurd Night Raid

Night falls, and darkness permeates the "Skullcrusher's Path" in the northwest corner of the outpost ruins.

Only at the end of the path, outside a rough stone warehouse built against the mountainside, were a few flickering torches, barely dispelling a small patch of darkness.

Two Blacktooth mercenaries leaned against the rusty iron door of the warehouse, yawning boredly.

Hey, did you hear?

A mercenary with tattoos on his face picked his teeth with a dagger. "It seems a new force has emerged in that swamp to the east, and they seem quite troublesome."

Another, slightly fatter mercenary chuckled and patted the hilt of his sword:

"I've heard those goblin bastards who escaped from underground bragging about how poisonous bees can explode and slimes can fire cannons... Damn, the most outrageous thing is that they actually swore that the owner of that territory is a slime. That's ridiculous."

"Slime? You mean that slippery thing that flattens out when you step on it?"

Scarface chuckled, "If those things can become kings and conquerors, I can become the White Horse King tomorrow. The goblin intelligence is getting more and more unreliable. No wonder Lord Black Fang only uses them as cannon fodder."

Their laughter carried far into the quiet night.

In the shadows not far away, Arno and Kane, almost blending into the darkness, were lying in wait, holding their breath.

Arno's lips twitched slightly, and he silently said to Chen Yu on his shoulder, "Boss, they seem to look down on us a bit."

Chen Yu's gel-like body twitched slightly, and he let out a soft hum.

What's wrong with the slime again?

It seems we really need to teach them a lesson.

Kane lowered his voice, his sharp eyes scanning the area around the warehouse: "Your Majesty, the situation is more complicated than expected. The two guards at the door are just for show, but there is a hidden sentry in the shadows of the roof, using a military crossbow."

“A warning magic circle has been set up around the warehouse. The energy fluctuations are very subtle, but they can’t escape my eyes. Forcing my way in will definitely trigger it.”

"Moreover, inside... I sensed the presence of at least two spellcasters, one of whom may be skilled in divination spells, making infiltration extremely difficult."

Arno frowned. His Lv.3 stealth was enough to fool most guards physically, but it was difficult to evade the detection of magic circles.

"What should I do?"

How to do?
In Chen Yu's style, he would naturally summon an army of monsters and sweep them over directly; who would bother with infiltration?

However, this place is too far from the territory, and the monster army can't get here at all. Right now, the only things we can use are Arno, Kane, and our own strength.

Forget it, I'll have to do it myself.

Just as Chen Yu was pondering how to use "Chaos Propagation" to sneak in, Kane suddenly pressed down hard on Arno's shoulder, instantly suppressing his aura to the extreme.

"Someone's coming!" Kane's voice was barely audible.

From the darkness on the other side, three figures emerged like ghosts, their movements so fast they left only afterimages, and they quickly reached the warehouse.

[Sneak attack]

A man climbed onto the roof silently like a gecko. In a flash, the sentry holding a crossbow collapsed without uttering a sound.

Almost simultaneously, the other two pounced like arrows towards the two mercenaries who were still chatting and laughing at the door.

A flash of cold light, and a dagger precisely sliced ​​across the throat of the man with the knife-patterned face, while another short sword pierced the fat mercenary's back, instantly severing all his life force.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye; the mockery on the faces of the two mercenaries hadn't even had time to turn into astonishment before it froze.

Three mysterious figures quickly dragged the corpses and neatly stuffed them into the bushes nearby. The bloodstains on the ground were also quickly cleaned up with an unknown powder, and all traces were wiped away in a very short time.

Kane and Arno exchanged glances, then simultaneously looked at Chen Yu, who was leaning on Arno's shoulder.

"Boss, this... is this a backup plan you arranged?"

“No.” Chen Yu shook the gel.

"It seems we're not the only ones eyeing this warehouse."

"So what do we do now?" Kane asked with his eyes.

"Of course, I'm here to watch the show," Chen Yu said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

After all, who cares about those tattered scrolls?

He was just there to gather intelligence and incidentally cause some trouble for the Black Fang Mercenary Group.

If someone is willing to do it for you, you can just lie back and enjoy the show.

However, in the few seconds that Chen Yu was leisurely thinking, the situation suddenly changed.

Alarm Technique

A sharp magical alarm suddenly rang out from inside the warehouse, clearly indicating that the internal warning array had been triggered.

"Enemy attack!!" Roars and the clanging of weapons being drawn immediately erupted from inside the warehouse.

But the three intruders were incredibly professional.

They seemed to have anticipated being discovered, and after breaking in, they didn't linger in battle but went straight for their target.

All that could be heard inside were brief but intense sounds of fighting, the explosions of magic, and a couple of short screams.

Just two or three minutes later, the back door of the warehouse was suddenly kicked open, and a flatbed cart pulled by two packhorses rushed out, with several heavy wooden crates piled on it.

The three assassins leaped onto the carriage, cracked their whips, and sped off into the darkness at the other end of the path.

"Stop them!" Black Fang mercenaries roared angrily as they rushed out of the warehouse.

The Black Fang Mercenary Group reacted extremely quickly; an elite squad of about seven or eight people immediately mounted the ferocious lizard mounts beside them and roared as they gave chase.

One of the rangers in the group drew his bow and arrow as he galloped forward, the arrowhead glowing with magical light. [Lightning Arrow]

"Whoosh!"

The arrow pierced the night sky, striking the hind leg of the packhorse pulling the cart with precision. With a loud "thud," it immediately burst forth with dazzling light and impact. The warhorse let out a mournful cry and collapsed to the ground.

The immense inertia caused the carriage to overturn instantly, scattering wooden crates all over the ground. One of the crates broke open, revealing scrolls wrapped in dark red leather inside.

"Go back and fight!" the assassin in the car roared.

The three assassins leaped up from beside the overturned carriage, stood back to back, and faced the Black Fang mercenaries who were closing in. The poisoned daggers and short swords in their hands gleamed with a deadly cold light in the dim light.

The battle broke out instantly.

The three assassins were extremely skilled, their movements were clean and swift, and each strike was aimed directly at a vital point.

However, Kane observed that their fighting style was extremely offensive, and they seemed to be bad at defense and parrying.

It's as if they never considered defense.

A burly Black Fang mercenary seized the slight opening as the three shifted positions. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his longsword, accompanied by a gust of wind, thrust straight towards the throat of one of the assassins.

[Deadly Slash]

The sword strike was swift and ruthless, and it seemed poised to succeed.

However, to his surprise, the expected sensation of a sharp blade cutting through flesh did not come. Instead, he felt a terrifying sensation as if he were chopping at hard rock.

The tip of the sword even sparked a few times.

The assassin who was stabbed in the throat had a strange, granite-like texture appear on the skin of his neck the moment the sword tip touched it.

"Damn it! It's a Stoneborn!!" the mercenary shouted in horror, his voice distorted with fear.

His cry of alarm became his last words. The "Stoneborn" assassin swung his hand back, and the dagger swept across his neck like a venomous snake.

Having dealt with the pursuers, the three assassins also appeared to have sustained some minor injuries, their breathing slightly rapid.

Without hesitation, they quickly gathered most of the scattered scroll boxes, and with a few leaps, they once again disappeared into the darkness, disappearing deeper into the ruins.

Arno, who had been hiding in the shadows and witnessed the whole thing, suddenly shuddered, his expression a mixture of shock and bewilderment.

Petrified skin... the name "Stoneborn"...

No, they are descendants of the Stone Race, so who am I?

What the hell? Could those three people have some connection to the Belmont family?

Or the truth might be that his ancestor had an affair and fathered an illegitimate child, thus passing on Belmont's bloodline.

Chen Yu noticed his chaotic emotions.

“Go, follow them. I also want to know who they are.”

"Kane, you retreat to the outpost first."

"Thank you, boss!" Arno nodded, and the next second, he quickly chased after the direction in which the three assassins had disappeared.

……

The three assassins, who were quickly moving through the ruins trying to shake off their pursuers, seemed to hear footsteps behind them and stopped abruptly.

The leader suddenly turned around, his sharp gaze from under his hood sweeping over a section of broken wall behind him.

“There’s a little tail that wasn’t cleaned up properly.” His voice was icy.

The other two immediately and silently dispersed, like ink drops merging into water, moving around to the back without a sound.

Arno had just arrived when suddenly, a chilling killing intent erupted from his side and behind him.

An assassin appeared like a ghost, his dagger aimed straight for his back, the speed and angle of which far surpassed his performance against the mercenaries.

To the assassin, the man in front of him seemed completely oblivious, instinctively turning around and even trying to grab the poisoned dagger with his bare hands.

In his view, this action was tantamount to suicide.

A hint of doubt flashed across the assassin's eyes, but the next second it turned into unparalleled shock.

"Qiang!"

With a crisp clang of metal clashing against stone, the moment Arno's palm touched the dagger's blade, his skin suddenly turned grayish-white and rough, his hardness instantly increasing several levels, allowing him to forcefully grasp the deadly thrust in his palm.

what? !

The assassin leaped back abruptly, staring incredulously at Arno's hand, which was slowly regaining its skin color, before jerking up to try and see his face beneath the hood.

"Henry? You secretly followed me out?!"

Who is Henry?

Arno stopped and slowly lifted his hood, revealing a face that looked completely unfamiliar to the assassin.

The three assassins who had regrouped were immediately stunned.

"...Who are you?" The leader of the assassins asked in a very serious voice, filled with confusion and vigilance.

The Stoneborn were a small group to begin with, and they saw each other all the time in the castle, so they were all quite familiar with one another.

But they had never seen this face before, and they didn't know the man.

But where does this Stoneborn ability come from?

Oh no, could it be that our ancestor had an illegitimate child?
(End of this chapter)