Slime Immortal.

Chapter 67 Nature, protect me!
"boom!"

In the passage, pale undead flames were attached to the rusty lance. Arthur chopped it vertically with great force, flattening a filthy creature that was trying to escape.

The filthy juice splashed on the wall, making a sizzling corrosive sound.

"puff!"

A pitch-black feather fell in the smoke of the explosion, and Earl Bran condensed into shape in a mess, landing on Arthur's shoulder armor. He was so angry that all the feathers on his body exploded, like a black ball of hair.

"Gah! Gah! This lord is so pissed off!"

"That damn Slime Lord, it definitely did it on purpose! It definitely did!"

"What's this about 'the filthy offspring of Hell are wandering around'? He's pushing this Earl into Hell. Cunning! Too cunning! I used to think he had a talent for making up stories. What a liar! What a big liar!"

Lord Bran flapped his wings angrily against Arthur's helmet, making a clanging sound.

Arthur silently shook off the filth on his gun, the soul fire under his helmet burning calmly, and he ignored the earl's accusations.

He looked around at the intricate passages and a low, hoarse voice rang out: "Count, we seem to be... lost."

"get lost?!"

Lord Bran's voice suddenly rose.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This Earl has the best sense of direction in the dark land. Just follow this Earl. Go forward, keep going forward, and you will definitely..."

Its words stopped abruptly.

Because it found that in the shadow not far from them, two small clumps of jelly were blinking their innocent eyes and looking at them curiously.

It's that damn slime again!

"The ghost lingers!"

Lord Bran's fury instantly flared up, and he pointed his wings at them. "Look, even these little minions dare to come and laugh at me. Arthur, hurry up! Give them a kick and let them know the consequences of offending Lord Bran."

Arthur leaned forward slightly and stretched out his large hand covered in rusty iron armor.

His movements were extremely gentle as he carefully picked up the two little slimes that seemed to be frightened and held them in front of his breastplate to comfort them.

"Count, they are harmless, creatures of nature, and should not be harmed."

Lord Bran looked at Arthur carefully protecting the slime and jumped on his shoulder armor in anger.

"You...you stubborn ass! You're so clueless! You have no brains! They must be in cahoots with that lord who deceived us. They're all cunning slime creatures. I'm so pissed off."

It cursed and finally covered its eyes with its wings.

"Forget it, forget it. This Earl doesn't care anymore. Out of sight, out of mind."

Arthur turned a deaf ear to the Earl's complaints, knowing that he had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. If he had really been cruel, he would have abandoned him long ago.

Lord Bran... is still as arrogant as ever.

He gently touched the soft bodies of the two little slimes with his cold fingers, confirmed that they were okay, and then continued to move forward with heavy steps.

Under the guidance of Earl Bran, Arthur passed several forks in the road, and his little mouth never stopped talking along the way.

"Why is this place like a maze? Who the hell designed it?"

"You're right to listen to this Earl. Just keep going forward. I can already smell the wind of freedom at the exit..."

"Hey, why does the wind smell like sulfur? Wait!"

It looked forward, its small green eyes wide open.

After passing through a narrow pass ahead, the view suddenly opened up to a cave hall covered with glowing fungal carpets and sticky filth.

There were countless filth creatures in the hall, surging like a black tide, and the thick smell of sulfur emanated from them!

They didn't find the exit at all, they broke directly into the depths of the filthy race's lair!

"Gah——!!!"

"It's over, it's completely over now. Arthur, you're such a directionally challenged person, you've got me killed!"

"And that slime, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!!!"

With Lord Bran's scream, the entire filthy creatures in the cave hall were instantly alarmed. The hissing sound sounded like a tsunami, and countless pairs of compound eyes locked onto the two intruders.

A tide of filth began to surge towards them.

However, what was even more troublesome was that in the center of the cave, on a seat made of bones and mucus, a filthy creature with demonic horns slowly stood up like a human.

Its compound eyes flashed with cunning and cruelty far exceeding that of wild beasts, indicating that it possessed extraordinary intelligence.

This is an evil demon.

It's not a descendant, but a real demon.

The cockroach has become a spirit!

"Hiss..."

"A rotten undead, a noisy crow... and two... little snacks?"

The demon's voice was filled with confusion.

It couldn't imagine why food came in on its own.

Lord Bran was so frightened that he huddled behind Arthur's helmet, trembling. "Squire, find a way to run! Don't just stand there like an idiot."

Before they could react, the demon's eyes flashed with cunning. He recognized the knight's extraordinary abilities and, without uttering a word, brandished his armored, scythe-like forelimbs, bringing with them a fierce gust of wind that tore through the air as he lunged at Arthur. "Hmph, villains usually die from talking too much."

"We demons have long understood this!"

Arthur raised his spear to block.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening explosion!

The filthy scythe of the demon slashed hard on Arthur's horizontal spear. The huge force made the knight retreat, and the fire of the undead burned wildly on the spear, crackling.

Arthur's soul fire calmed down, he turned around to release the force, and stabbed the spear back at the evil demon's compound eye.

"Oh no, this undead has a brain!"

The filthy demon narrowly dodged by leaning back. It hissed, stopped fighting, and took a step back with its huge body, moving with extraordinary agility.

As a demon with extremely high IQ and well versed in human nature, using brute force is not the best option for it.

It is well-versed in human military theories, continental human geography, and is proficient in tactical deduction.

He had been hiding in the dungeon for so long in order to cultivate his own filthy demon tide and wait for the best time to use the magic sea tactics.

As long as the time is right, he will let the shadow of the devil's wings cover all human kingdoms!
Let people live in the shadow of fear under the bed forever!

Jie Jie Jie...

However, before it begins its plan of revenge against humans, it has to deal with a few troublesome little bugs in front of it.

"on!"

Just when Arthur's attack slowed down, the surrounding filth creatures moved like a black tide.

They were fearless and pounced madly from all directions, and their sharp limbs pierced the joints of Arthur's armor like raindrops.

Arthur swung his spear rapidly, and the fire of the undead exploded into a pale halo, instantly blowing away several nearby filth creatures.

He also did not forget to reach out to protect the two little slimes in his arms.

But there were so many filth creatures in this cave hall that they soon overwhelmed him.

"Gah! Squire, watch your head!" Lord Bran screamed shrilly.

Arthur could only raise his arms to block and try his best to dodge.

"Chichichichi——!"

Most of the acid fell on the arm armor, white smoke rose, and corroded potholes.

With so many evil people obstructing him, his movements inevitably came to a halt.

It's this momentary lag.

A cunning and murderous light flashed in the eyes of the filthy demon. He seized the opportunity and his huge body was like a cannonball. The filthy sickle brought with it an evil wind that could tear everything apart and swooped down again.

This time, the target was directly aimed at the empty spaces in Arthur's chest and abdomen that were exposed due to blocking the acid.

"Squire! Get out of the way!" Lord Bran screamed.

The soul fire under Arthur's helmet burned fiercely as he stared at the demon that exuded evil and filth.

Disgust, anger, and the urge to purify all demons from the depths of his soul surged in the silent lake of his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to share the same hatred with nature and felt the power of nature!

Arthur raised the lance in his hand that was burning with pale flames. Surrounded by countless filth creatures, his rusty armor looked lonely and resolute.

Then he suddenly raised his head, his soul fire blazing like a torch, and his hoarse but incomparably firm voice pierced through the screams of the filthy descendants, resounding throughout the cave like an oath:
"Naturally! Protect me!"

"Arthur, are you crazy?!" Lord Bran screamed.

At this critical moment, shouldn't we pray to death?

What the hell is nature!

"Haha! Stupid!" The demon's laughter became even more piercing. "Rotten undead souls praying to nature? Ridiculous..."

It didn't finish its words.

"Om-!"

A khaki light shield, emitting a calm aura like the earth, suddenly unfolded around Arthur without any warning.

Mysterious runes flow on the light shield, which is as solid as a rock.

"clang--!"

The filthy demon's sickle-like forelimb, which was powerful enough to split rocks, slashed fiercely on the light shield, causing a deafening sound of metal clashing.

The powerful recoil force caused the huge body of the filth demon to stagger, while the khaki light shield only fluctuated violently a few times and tiny cracks appeared.

For the first time, the filthy demon's eyes showed an expression of incredible horror.

Is nature really favoring an undead soul?!

What a joke! ! !
Lord Bran was also stunned. He poked his little head out from behind Arthur's helmet, his green eyes wide open and his little mouth wide enough to fit an acorn.

"Huh?! Nature really showed its power. Could it be that the slime...didn't lie to us?!"

(End of this chapter)