Me? A slime? A villain who destroys a nation? Fine!

The young hero ran out of the forest, panting heavily, but was startled by the tremors and gunfire behind him and turned back.

He took out his farsighted magic device and saw that the kingdom was being besieged by a monster army, and the scene was extremely intense.

This left the young man drenched in a cold sweat.

If he had only jogged for a few seconds, would he have been caught up in that war?

But just as the young man was holding onto the magical device by sheer luck, a kick came straight at him and knocked him to the ground, leaving him covered in dirt.

The young man turned around and found several human squads standing in front of him.

The squad has a well-organized composition: magicians, shield bearers, and monks are all present, and the squad is mainly centered around the swordsman in the middle.

The other person had a head of green hair and clean-cut features, looking just like the protagonist, but the way they looked at the young man was as if he were an insect.

Upon seeing the badge on the other person's chest, the young man immediately recognized that this was the Elemental Warrior.

Elemental heroes and ordinary heroes are worlds apart. Ordinary heroes can obtain titles simply by passing a test, while these elemental heroes have powerful protections and various backgrounds supporting them, essentially placing them on par with nobles.

The resources the other party possessed were beyond the comprehension of someone like the young man from a poor background.

Even though the other person's eyes were full of disdain, the young man dared not utter a single word of anger.

"Did you manage to get your hands on the slime?" Firas asked, lifting his leg in disgust. The surrounding squad members quickly helped wipe his shoes, treating him like a pampered young master.

"N-no, no, no, no..." The young man was sweating profusely in a panic. "But... but I just saw it, right over there... the scene was really something..." The young man pointed to the kingdom that was resisting the monster tide.

"But that slime is terrifying. It can kill two level 20 monsters in an instant. S-Sir, please be careful..." the young man kindly reminded him.

"What? Did I hear that right? A slime instantly killed two level 20 monsters? Hahahaha~" Firas couldn't help but laugh.

"When you're poor for too long, you'll say anything. If it weren't for the wind spirits I need here, I wouldn't have come to this remote and godforsaken place."

Firas ignored the young man's advice and led his squad forward.

In truth, Feralas was extremely reluctant when he received this task. What the hell are slimes? They actually wanted the mighty Feralas to capture slimes? Any useless person could do that kind of task.

But in the end, because there were wind spirit resources here, and a deal had already been made with Kaido's side and the bandit group, Firas only needed to go and collect the goods, which was also a way of giving Lord Kaido some face.

The slime was just a side project; what he truly desired was the wind spirit, one of the legacies of the first Wind Warrior, and the one whose power best matched his own.

Obtaining the power of the wind spirit Fusia is a necessary step for him, the wind warrior, to become even stronger, and he cannot fall behind the other six.

"Wait for me, Fusia, I'm coming to see you." Firas smiled expectantly and stepped into the war-torn country ahead.

The situation in the Kingdom of Kalayari has always been dire. After reinforcements were added, the magician raised his staff and relentlessly bombarded the dense horde of monsters, creating a spectacular scene. However, if one was not careful, he would be killed by the monsters piled on top of him.

The monster group mainly consists of goblins and cyclops, with a few elite goblins that can be ridden by demon hounds.

However, the main problem was the sheer quantity. Lin Ming ate so much during the war that he became completely stuffed. His slime level was pushed all the way up to the limit of lv40. He ate so much that even the grass couldn't hide his size, and he ended up wearing the grass as clothes.

He had consumed a huge amount of goblin parts, enough to form five complete goblin specimens. Yes, complete specimens, far exceeding the number of bulletbirds he had previously preyed upon.

[Slime level has reached the cap] [Received: Slime Hit Resistance +B]

Although he gained new slime abilities, Lin Ming immediately exposed his mistake and stood awkwardly among the goblin horde.

However, the kingdom's firepower kept escalating, becoming extremely fierce. Large-scale multi-person incantations were constantly being unleashed, and fireballs immediately struck this area, engulfing Lin Ming along with them.

"Waaaaah!" Lin Ming quickly grew high-speed bird claws and pressed them against the ground, then unleashed his power, propelling himself out of the attack range.

In the blink of an eye, a dense swarm of goblins was reduced to ashes, and the forest itself was engulfed in flames.

The battle was now in its later stages, and the number of the Demon King's army was visibly decreasing, but cracks were also clearly appearing on the city gates.

Just as the war was drawing to a close, Firas, the Wind Warrior, arrived at the scene. He gave the order: "Mage, cast Fire Wall!"

A blazing magic circle immediately floated in the air. The mage chanted softly, while Firas drew his longsword from his waist and unleashed a whirlwind that crashed into the huge ring of fire in front of him, creating a fiery tornado that swept towards the monster army in front of him.

The goblins outside the city walls were wiped out in one fell swoop, and the few remaining Cyclopes collapsed from exhaustion.

"Phew~ So easy." Firas smugly sheathed his longsword and calmly led his squad forward.

"Where's the slime? Hopefully it didn't all get burned too." Firas walked across the scorched ground, admiring his spoils as he moved forward, while his teammates around him frantically searched for any trace of the slime.

Even the exhausted Cyclops who had just stood up was knocked down by a casual fireball.

Upon seeing the arrival of the heroes, the kingdom's gates finally opened, and a weary-looking knight rushed out to greet them.

"Are you Lord Feras, the Wind Hero? I've had the pleasure of hearing of the Seven Elemental Heroes' deeds. Thank you for coming to my aid. Shall I take you to see the King?"

The knight treated him with courtesy, but Firas scoffed, patting his shoulder dismissively and saying indifferently:

"I'm not here as a guest in a country like yours, just passing through. My main purpose is to find my wind spirit and, incidentally, to look for the slime I need for my quest."

The knight glanced over the squad; they were all level 30, perfectly organized and professional. Their leader, Firas, was still at his peak level 40, his armor priceless. This squad must be at least silver-ranked, right? Truly worthy of being Prester's carefully cultivated heirs of the hero.

"Slimes...?" The knight thought for a moment, then said, "We don't know about the wind spirits, but aren't slimes already extinct? That's just a rumor, isn't it? The Slime Continent is so polluted that it can't produce any slimes anymore. The kingdom even sent people to investigate just a month ago."

"I knew it..." Firas suddenly showed a look of boredom, turned around and walked away, waving to his teammates to follow.

"Ugh, this is so annoying! Hurry up and come with me to get the wind sprite. This is such a waste of time. My lovely wind sprite is waiting for me."

While the squad was rushing to the base to retrieve the elves, a mage keenly spotted the corpse being dragged.

Two lines of slime were trailing from the cyclops's corpse, and they even stopped carefully when the mage noticed them.

The mage pushed up his large-framed glasses, squinted, and stared intently. He then saw the corpse being dragged again—its destination was a small haystack.

The next second, the mage unleashed a wind blast, blowing Lin Ming, who was sneaking a bite, completely naked. The little tufts of grass on his body were blown into the air, making Lin Ming shyly cover his body.

"There! The slime is over there!! Lord Feras!!!" The mage shouted in alarm, and the entire squad turned their gazes in unison.

"W-What are you doing! There's so much on the ground, what's wrong with me sneaking a few?" Lin Ming said in a flustered manner, as if he had done something wrong.

"Young master, it's still the Little Gulu breed," the monk prompted, squinting his eyes.

"Take them alive." Firas's eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand to signal his squad to give chase.

"Alright! It's just a mascot, young master! Let us handle it!" The shieldman rolled up his sleeves, revealing a hearty and obsequious smile.