Slime Immortal.

Chapter 213 The Dragon Disguised as a Slime

The outpost ruins camp was bustling with activity at night, unlike anything seen before.

Faced with those exaggeratedly large stinging bees, some of which were the size of fists, these adventurers and mercenaries, who hadn't even had time to put on their leather armor properly, readily raised their hands and chose to surrender.

Occasionally, a few drunkards, emboldened by alcohol, would attempt to fight back by grabbing a stool or a dagger.

But their fate was naturally that they were sent flying by a slime blast from the metal slime standing by, smashing through the window with a "bang" and falling into the mud outside, completely unconscious.

Before night had completely passed, the entire outpost ruins camp had already been completely occupied by the Slime Legion.

Aside from a few astute assassins who managed to slip away under the cover of shadows and darkness, almost all the adventurers and mercenaries who remained in the camp were taken prisoner.

They were ordered to gather in the open area around the Boar Tavern, guarded by slimes wielding iron spears and stinging bees hovering low overhead, and were forbidden from leaving at will.

"What the hell? Slimes are everywhere..."

"Which bastard has dared to provoke these green ancestors of the swamp again?!"

Hearing the low buzzing of the Stinger Bee patrol flying by, the adventurers stopped arguing, instinctively crouched down, and shrank their necks.

They had no idea what fate awaited them—whether they would become forced laborers, be extorted for ransom, or worse… They could only wait anxiously, and a sense of panic and oppression filled the air.

But soon they noticed that the slimes guarding the area seemed to stir for a moment, and then voluntarily made way for them.

A slime, slightly larger than a regular slime, wearing a small crown and a red cloak, hopped and skipped into view, surrounded by slime guards.

This... this could be... the King of Slimes?

This seemingly only reasonable thought popped into the minds of all the prisoners.

"What...what exactly do you want to do?"

The adventurers gripped their weapons tightly, back to back, watching the slowly approaching Slime King with vigilance.

Chen Yu activated the crystal that Nili had given him earlier, and his soft yet authoritative voice spread out with his spiritual power.

"Guild leaders of all guilds, come out and see me."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, exchanging glances, and for a moment no one dared to step forward.

After a brief silence, a composed middle-aged man with a silver oak leaf badge pinned to his chest took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He bowed respectfully in Chen Yu's direction.

"Your Majesty, Slime, I am Adrian Cole, the guild master of the Silver Oak."

“Since the road from Graymist Lake to the depths of the swamp was blocked, our guild members have hardly ever set foot in that area again, and should not have offended you or your territory.”

He tentatively asked, "I wonder if Your Majesty would allow us to leave this place?"

Chen Yu shook his head and nodded in satisfaction, "Very good, Adrian, right?"

“I don’t care what these people belonged to before, whether it was Battle Axe or Black Fang… From today onwards, they will all be Silver Oak’s men. If anyone disobeys, my army will naturally take care of everything.”

"what?"

Adrian was clearly taken aback by this outcome and stood there stunned.

Meanwhile, the other guild leaders, hidden among the crowd, were both shocked and furious.

"Why!"

A dwarf carrying a two-handed axe shouted, "Our Battle Axe Guild has been established for over a decade. Why should we be merged into their Silver Oak?"

“That’s right, we Nightingales are good at stealth and intelligence gathering, which is completely different from exploring ruins,” another slender assassin protested indignantly.

"This isn't fair. You slimes can't be this domineering."

Chen Yu didn't bother to say another word to these guys. With a thought, a large amount of mist erupted from his gel body, and at the same time, his round body began to expand and deform rapidly at a visible speed.

Gel mimicry

[Heat fog illusion]

Fear Aura

In the dense fog-shrouded arena, a pair of black dragon wings formed from the fog suddenly unfolded. His body twisted and elongated in the fog, eventually transforming into a huge young black dragon covered in jet-black scales.

"Roar!!!"

He roared to the sky, shaking the entire camp. At the same time, a sense of fear spread like a cold tide, instantly engulfing all the adventurers present.

"Ugh!"

The indignant protests that had just been going on abruptly ceased. The adventurers felt their legs go weak, their hearts pounded, and their eyes were filled with nothing but fear.

[Flame Affinity]

[Magic Explosion]

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yu, in his black dragon form, opened his massive mouth, and an ominous crimson light shone from deep within his throat as he spat out a gel that resembled magma.

"Bang! Rumble!!"

The lava gel fell into the abandoned stable next to the tavern, causing a violent explosion that ignited the hay. A raging fire instantly shot into the sky, turning half the sky a fiery red.

"A dragon...a giant dragon?!"

"A giant dragon disguised as a slime?!"

"Damn it, we've actually provoked a dragon..."

Apart from Adrian, who stood frozen in place, the other adventurers were so frightened that they took several steps back, and some even fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Following the description of the dragon he had seen in the monster encyclopedia, Chen Yu indifferently surveyed the crowd below with his golden vertical eyes and uttered a soft, sweet voice that was different from his appearance.

"Do you... still have any objections?"

All the adventurers immediately shook their heads, especially the guild leaders who kept their heads down and didn't dare to breathe.

This is right.

Chen Yu nodded in satisfaction.

As expected, the slime's image is still too soft and lacks deterrent power; in crucial moments, it still needs to borrow the dragon's might.

Although only the head of this giant dragon is formed from his gel, and the rest is an illusion created by the condensation of mist, the future looks promising.

When the level of "gel mimicry" is higher in the future, it may be able to imitate even Longwei.

Thinking of this, Chen Yu made another thought, and the dense fog surrounding him began to dissipate rapidly. The huge black dragon's body also disintegrated like a bubble, and Benmu turned back into a round ball, falling back to the ground with a "plop," wobbling several times before stabilizing his body.

Adrian steeled himself and stepped forward, asking respectfully, "Your Majesty, is there anything the Silver Oakleaf can do for you?"

Chen Yu hopped around and turned to the silver-oaked guild leader, saying, "Our Slime Kingdom will be building a castle here and hiring you to help us."

"Build a castle?"

All the adventurers were stunned. They had expected some kind of life-or-death mission, such as exploring dangerous ruins, clearing out powerful monsters, or even becoming cannon fodder. Instead, they were being asked to be bricklayers?

Facing the adventurers' strange looks, Chen Yu shook the gel and said, "There's a reward. Those who perform well can also get a magic scroll as an extra bonus."

There are too many adventurers captured. If they are released, the movements of the Slime Kingdom will be known all over the world, which will be detrimental to subsequent operations.

If we don't let them go, it's quite troublesome to keep them imprisoned here. We have to provide them with food and water, and we also have to guard against them escaping and causing trouble. Besides, there's no shortage of fertilizer in our territory.

Why not just hire them all? That way we can both exhaust their energy through work and recruit a group of able-bodied people to speed up the construction of the bridgehead. It's a win-win situation.

"What, there's a reward?"

"A magic scroll?! Really?!"

The adventurers, who had just felt humiliated, suddenly had their eyes light up with an alarming gleam, filled with a thirst for gold coins and magical items.

His enthusiasm was completely different from his lifeless demeanor just now.

Since venturing into the Underdark is profitable, and staying here to build walls is also profitable, why not do something less dangerous that still provides a stable income?

If I perform well, I might actually get a magic scroll. That's worth more than twenty gold coins!

It's a huge profit.

Without even needing Adrian's persuasion, the adventurers readily agreed, eager to get started immediately.

"Yes, you look very energetic."

Having easily dealt with these adventurers, Chen Yu spread his gel wings and flew up, following the legion that had already advanced into the Dark Lands to investigate the situation.

However, the progress at the front was about as he had expected, and not very smooth.

The Underdark itself has a complex terrain, full of deep ravines and underground rivers. The ruins filled with magic circles and undead guards, as well as the omnipresent darkness, further increase the difficulty of marching and exploration.

No wonder the White Horse Kingdom's regular army has always ignored this territory; they've simply run out of options.

Fighting in such a godforsaken place, with its terrifyingly long supply lines and unfamiliar terrain, is a nightmare for any army.

From the outpost ruins camp to the official entry into the Underdark, the first thing you encounter is a huge valley through which the Reed River flows, inhabited by many monsters adapted to the darkness. The terrain is relatively flat for the Underdark.

However, it was far from the endless flatness of the Jinshui Plain. Every now and then, rolling hills, protruding boulders, or bottomless cracks would block the way, seriously hindering the advance of ground troops.

Fortunately, the Stinger Bee Legion consists of flying units, which can largely ignore these complex terrains.

Chen Yu estimated that they should be able to quickly find out and occupy this valley area, and then continue to advance towards the Eternal Night Territory.

In fact, the location of the Eternal Night Territory is roughly in the northeastern part of the Underdark, not as deep into the darkness as Gol, and relatively closer in a straight line to the Rift Pass.

However, these vampires are very good at choosing their locations.

Apart from the main road, which is relatively easy to navigate, any attempt to infiltrate the Eternal Night Territory from any other direction will result in being surrounded by vast ruins and disturbing the slumbering undead army within, leading to endless attacks.

Not to mention, in that wasteland, there also seemed to be city walls left behind by an old civilization.

"So many ruins..."

Chen Yu stood on a high ground, gazing at the ruins below, faintly visible in the darkness. He wondered how prosperous and glorious this land had been before the gloom enveloped it...

As Chen Yu pondered, he suddenly felt a bit hungry and decided to continue searching for some food to fill his enormous belly.

He gazed down at the valley below, shrouded in a light mist, and decided to start with the wandering spirits of the dead.

……

By the time news of the outpost ruins being captured by the slimes reached the Eternal Night Territory, it was already noon the next day.

In the castle garden, Casimir lay languidly on a wooden chair, elegantly swirling a stemmed glass in his hand.

Strangely, the cup did not contain blood, but a green gel that was as clear and translucent as jade.

He took a deep breath of the life-giving fragrance emanating from the gel in the cup, a look of rapture on his face.

Ah... this is life...

He was in a fairly good mood at first, but the thought that Deng Lun had surrendered to the goblins without notifying the vampires and even allowed them into the castle cast a shadow over his heart.

Today, this castle, once a symbol of the nobility and antiquity of the vampires, is no longer the aloof and tranquil place it once was. It is now overrun with filthy goblins, who have even moved their stinking nests and tattered tents into the castle's courtyards and corridors.

These self-proclaimed noble vampires, on the other hand, seemed to have been forgotten, forced to huddle in a few unspoiled corners of the castle, barely clinging to life.

"Ugh……"

Kazimir sighed softly, downed the precious gel in his cup, and felt the cool, smooth texture and soul-soothing energy spreading through his body.

“I should have realized it sooner. In Salazar’s eyes, we’ve probably long since become pawns that can be discarded at any time…”

He lay there lazily, his thoughts drifting away, recalling the adorable slimes of the Eastern Swamp and the delicious gel...

"The inventory is running low."

He stroked the empty wine glass, pondering whether he should go and make another deal with that generous undead lord.

Just then, the disgusting, noisy sounds of those green sardines suddenly came from outside the garden.

Something urgent seemed to have happened; the goblins looked hurried, completely unlike their usual carefree demeanor.

With a sense of doubt, Kazimir got up, straightened his slightly wrinkled dress, and walked out of the garden.

They hadn't gone far when they encountered several other vampire nobles who had also been drawn together by the noise.

Then he learned the sensational news from them.

"The slimes have captured the outpost ruins camp?!"

Kazimir was startled. He had expected to feel fear and worry, but for some reason, after the initial shock, he felt a sense of pleasure and schadenfreude.

"What does our dear Deng Lun have to say about this?" Kazimir asked his companion, a smile returning to his face.

The vampire nobleman shook his head, a puzzled look on his face: "It's strange, he didn't seem to care much after hearing the news."

Kazimir frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Since a series of events, he has increasingly felt that he can no longer understand Deng Lun, or rather, he can no longer understand what the teacher behind him is thinking.

But who cares? Anyway, the real owners of this land are no longer vampires.

Let whoever wants to occupy it take it.

and……

Kamishir's eyes flickered.

He might be able to use this opportunity to obtain more "blood of life" from that undead lord.

(End of this chapter)