Slime Immortal.

Chapter 68 Mom, I Want to Go Back to Hell
wrong.

There is something nine out of ten wrong with this knight.

This is definitely not the power that the undead should have.

The demon looked suspicious and quickly retreated, allowing the demon to overwhelm the knight.

Countless conspiracy theories flashed through his mind, and he even suspected that the undead in front of him were humans in disguise.

But if it is just one layer of protection, it may not be able to withstand the acid erosion of the filth race.

The reason why the filthy demon tide was able to wreak havoc on the major human kingdoms was not just because of its numbers!

"Tear them apart!"

"Fizz!"

The surging tide of filthy demons instantly submerged Arthur, and the spewing acid caused the rock protection to quickly dim.

Amidst Lord Bran's screams, the demon seemed to see the protection being shattered and the undead being completely submerged.

But the accident happened again.

"Buzz!"

The protection exuded a calm aura like the earth, and once again, without warning, it instantly spread around Arthur, resisting the erosion of the acid.

"Wha...what?! There's another floor?!"

The filthy demon stared at the second layer of rock protection, which was shaking violently under the erosion and attack of acid but still stubbornly existed, and a huge wave rose in his heart.

"Impossible! This is definitely not the power of the undead, nor is it the power of nature. It's humans... It must be those cunning humans!"

The demon's mind was working frantically, trying to use his vast knowledge to explain this outrageous phenomenon.

"Could it be... that this Undead Knight is actually bait sent by the human kingdom? A paladin in undead skin? Or... a patchwork monstrosity created by those court mages who study forbidden spells?!"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more terrifying it became.

He boasted that he was well-versed in human military theories and understood the cunning of human nature. He hid in the underground city and bided his time, just to use the magic sea tactics to sweep the human kingdom one day.

But no one could have expected that humanity's counterattack would be so insidious, with disguises, traps, back-up plans... one thing after another.

The water in this main material plane was much deeper than he had imagined.

He began to miss the simple folk customs of Hell, and the life of fighting and bathing in the lava lake all day long.

It's all conspiracy here.

An unprecedented feeling of homesickness surged into the devil's heart.

"retreat!"

The evil demon screamed and leaped backward with extraordinary agility, instantly disappearing into the shadow of the darker passage at the back of the cave.

It got scared.

Mom, the Prime Material Plane is too scary, it's going back to hell.

Following its command, the filth creatures also let out unwilling roars and quickly disappeared into the intricate crevices and passages like the receding tide, leaving only the mess on the ground and traces of acid corrosion.

"Um……"

The shaky second layer of rock protection around Arthur finally slowly dissipated.

He leaned on his lance, and the fire of undead flickered in the gaps between his armor, obviously consuming a huge amount of energy.

After confirming that all the filthy creatures had left, Earl Bran also jumped out from behind Arthur's helmet, gasping for breath with lingering fear, even though he had done nothing.

After resting for a while, Earl Bran stood on Arthur's shoulder armor, regaining his previous pride and confidence, with his chest puffed out and his head held high, flapping his wings proudly.

"See, squire? This earl has long known that this is the devil's lair."

"This is just a small incident, completely within the Earl's expectations. What do you call this? This is called risking one's life in order to survive."

"Using the most treacherous environment to unleash your potential to fight demons, look at the remarkable results! I knew nature was looking out for you." It had a "praise me" expression on its face.

"And that Slime Master..."

"This Earl is truly wise. I could tell from the first glance that it was a genuine, intelligent creature of nature. I only pretended not to know so as not to affect your state of mind during the trial."

Arthur listened in silence, and seemed to be really considering the Earl's words.

After a moment, his deep voice sounded with a hint of sincere regret.

"The Earl was very thoughtful... Unfortunately, I was not strong enough, and that cunning demon escaped."

"Oh no! Just run!"

Lord Bran waved his wings, looking very proud as if it was no big deal.

"It's just a low-level demon that's not worthy of being on the stage. In the past, this earl could scare it to death with just a breath."

"Squire, if you continue chasing me like this, you'll be ripped to pieces. Listen to me, Lord, and return to the Slime Lord's territory to rest."

Arthur nodded seriously.

"Well, the Count is right."

He was about to take a step, but his movement paused. He lowered his head and looked at the place where he had protected his breastplate just now - it was empty.

Arthur's voice had a barely perceptible hint of lowness.

"Those two little slimes...are gone."

Upon hearing this, Lord Bran was also stunned for a moment, then he put away his exaggerated expression.

It flew to Arthur's outstretched palm, remained silent for a few seconds, then gently patted Arthur's cold iron gloves with its wings and sighed.

"Ah, that acid-splattering scene just now almost damaged even this Earl's feathers. Those two little guys... I guess..."

"Mourn for them, Squire. May... well... may nature soothe their departed souls."

The soul fire under Arthur's helmet fluctuated slightly. He lowered his head silently and performed a brief moment of silence towards the empty breastplate.

After a moment, he raised his head again.

"Let's go, my Lord."

Arthur's voice returned to its low and steady state, and he started walking again, heading back in the direction he came from.

"Yes, that's right. This way, my Lord, I remember it clearly."

Lord Bran immediately regained his energy, flapped his wings and flew to Arthur's shoulder, guiding the tired knight along the complicated passage they came from, slowly leaving towards the exit of the dungeon.

Not long after the nest fell into silence, a clear "pa chi pa chi" sound suddenly echoed in the empty cave hall.

Two little slimes cunningly poked their heads out from behind a rock, then jumped into the pile of debris left by the filth creatures, picked out clumps of magic glands and swallowed them.

"Chew, chew, chew..."

The two little guys were full in no time and rolled on the ground like balls, burping with satisfaction.

"Huh? What is that?"

Through the perspective of the two little slimes, Chen Yu discovered that there seemed to be a shiny object under the throne left by the filthy demon.

He controlled the two little slimes to roll their round bodies closer and found that it was a green gem embedded in the throne.

There was actually a faint magical power flowing inside, and it was obvious that it was a valuable thing.

I don't know what it's for, just take it and see.

Chen Yu immediately controlled the small stone sword to fly out, chiseling open the hard rock bit by bit, taking out the gem from inside and swallowing it.

After the two little slimes had digested most of the food, they walked around the nest again. Not finding anything valuable, they jumped out of the cave.

(End of this chapter)