Slime Immortal.

Chapter 86 Cute? Slander, pure slander! (Seeking first subscription)
Behind a mushroom rock near the entrance of the passage, Karen had a clear view of everything that had just happened.

"Shadowfang? This time, Arno made such a big noise that he even alerted these assassins who specialize in doing dirty work."

Alice's attention was not on the Shadowfang team, but on the gaps in the fungus farther out on the edge of the foggy area.

Her voice remained calm. "Since we arrived here, there have been a few short goblins lingering around the outskirts of the foggy area, gathering intelligence."

"If nothing unexpected happens, these goblins are closely related to Moriarty who is hiding here. He is also looking for us."

"Following the goblin's clues, perhaps we can find him."

Karen was stunned and followed Alice's gaze. Sure enough, behind some inconspicuous mushroom pillars, he caught a glimpse of several short figures with a dirty green color.

Karen asked worriedly, "What about Arno? This kind of professional killer is not..."

Alice shook her head slightly.

"Ever since the Rusty Key Thieves entered the Fog District, only one or two have escaped. Don't you find it strange?"

"what do you mean?"

"Arno may have the strength of a full-fledged knight."

"He dares to go against an entire guild. There might even be a mysterious force behind him."

……

"Boss, this thing seems delicious."

Arno had just come back from digging a trap to welcome the elite troops of the Rusty Key. He looked at the slime ball handed to him by the boss and swallowed quietly.

He always felt that this thing was emitting an inexplicable fragrance, which hooked his nose and whispered in his ear, "Yano, eat it quickly, eat it quickly..."

Opposite Arno, Chen Yu, who had just arrived at the dungeon not long ago, jumped off the loyal crocodile guard and patted his leg with his gel-like little hand.

"Try it."

This ball of slime was obtained by stripping away half of his stealth talent with magic power, and it was also the limit of the ability of Magic Stripping Lv.1, which caused his stealth talent, which had just been upgraded to Lv.2, to degenerate back to Lv.1.

After getting permission, Arno finally couldn't bear the temptation and stuffed the slime ball directly into his mouth.

He praised it while chewing.

“Good times…good times…”

Halfway through chewing, the jelly-like, chewy and refreshing slime ball turned into liquid and slid smoothly through the mouth into the stomach.

"belch……"

He burped and was about to speak, but he immediately felt something was wrong.

Just as he thought about it, his figure seemed to disappear into the thick fog and became blurred.

"Sneak...sneak?!"

Arno's eyes widened.

A warrior can sneak!

Or is he going to turn into a monster? !
He thought about it carefully again and realized that he had already turned into a stone man anyway.

What else is unacceptable?

Even if he turns into a slime after waking up tomorrow, it will not affect his strong heart.

"How does it feel?" Chen Yu asked expectantly.

Arno scratched his head. "It's a strange feeling. This stealth doesn't seem like a skill I've practiced for a long time. It seems more like it comes from my body's instinct."

“It’s as simple as breathing.”

"What about the side effects? Have you felt any side effects?"

"Side effects... uh..."

I feel like the boss has become more cute and bouncy, right?

I have absolutely no aversion to slimes.

Chen Yu immediately understood.

This stripped talent seems to have some connection with his original body, which can make the creatures that swallowed the slime ball subconsciously close to him.

In other words, the poisonous frog provoked him just because it was tsundere?
Ahem...it's not a bad thing after all.

Just being called cute made him feel uncomfortable.

The future Slime King should be full of majesty, making people want to kneel down and worship him at first sight. How can he be cute?

This is very wrong.

We must correct this problem immediately before it starts to emerge.

He said seriously, "This is just your illusion. It's actually my royal aura that's influencing you." "I understand," Arno replied earnestly.

Indeed, as a swamp demon, the boss should be a powerful and terrifying existence. How can he be insulted by being cute?

It seems that this demon follower's ability to read people's expressions is still a little lacking, and he needs to continue to improve.

At this moment, a scout bee soldier flew back and landed on Chen Yu's smooth gel.

"...King...Human...Awesome...Come in..."

"Arno, come on, the elite of the Rusty Key are here."

"Elite?" Arno's heart tightened. Those who could be called elite were at least formal professionals.

With his cunning petrification, he was able to deal with small fry like new employees, but if he really encountered a professional, it would be best to run as far away as possible if there was no boss.

"Boss, what should I do? How about I act as bait and lure them into the trap I just dug?"

"Can you beat me?"

"I can't beat him." Arno said honestly.

"Then just follow me and squat behind the rock. They'll step into the trap themselves."

Chen Yu rode Xiaoka and found a rock to hide near the small dark room. Arno followed and hid beside him, instinctively entering stealth mode.

It’s no wonder that the Stone Man’s presence is not very strong, and he also has the “stealth” talent.

In Chen Yu's eyes, it seemed as if Arno had completely integrated into the mushroom stone group.

As long as he doesn't move, I'm afraid this Lv.1 stealth effect can be comparable to Lv.5.

Compared to a warrior, Arno is more suitable to be an assassin.

I don’t know what the ancestors of the Shiyi clan were thinking. They didn’t leave any assassin legacy, forcing their descendants to become warriors.

……

Thick white fog rolled and surged, and the foggy area was dead silent, as if swallowing up all light and sound.

The four members of Shadowfang Squad were like blurry grey shadows, struggling to make their way through the desperate situation where visibility was less than five steps.

"Boss, something's wrong up ahead!"

The razor weasel in charge of reconnaissance emerged from the thick fog like a ghost, its voice extremely low, with a hint of excitement of discovering prey.

"The white fog ahead is getting thicker, like a wall. The closer we get, the blurrier it gets. My sense of direction is completely messed up. It must be that magic circle."

Julian raised his hand and the team stopped immediately. He exchanged a glance with the old chimney beside him.

Old Chimney understood and took out the alchemical bomb.

"Location?"

"At eleven o'clock, fifteen steps away, where the energy fluctuations are most chaotic, there's a huge, misshapen mushroom rock, like a node."

The razor weasel reported the location accurately.

"Rock Sword, cover. Razor Weasel, guard the flanks." Julian's orders were concise and calm.

"Yes."

Old Chimney took a deep breath of the cold mist with a strong musty smell, his eyes focused on estimating the distance and angle. The muscles in his arm tensed instantly, and he threw the alchemical bomb in his hand at an extremely tricky angle in the direction pointed by the razor weasel.

"Oh!"

The bomb exploded with a muffled thud, the magic circle was precisely destroyed, and the thick fog ahead was torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand.

A crooked and dilapidated fortress appeared, as crude as a naughty boy's mud work.

Then it was quickly enveloped by the thick fog that surged in from all directions, becoming blurred, leaving only a standing black shadow.

"what!"

Razor Weasel was the first to sneer.

This is the bastion of fear for those wimps? A magic circle?
it's so funny.

He thought it was some dragon's lair or devil's cave.

He even suspected that this so-called fortress would collapse in a few days without his help.

The razor weasel's vigilance dropped a little.

"Boss, I'll go explore the way."

Julian said nothing, as if he approved of his behavior.

(End of this chapter)