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

Firas stared dumbfounded as the massive iron block hurtled towards him, then everything went black.

With a loud "bang," Firas was sent flying by the unconscious shieldbearer, his longsword flying from his hand, and the hurricane-effect combo dissipated.

"Young Master!"

The mage watched helplessly as his captain was sent flying. He could only turn around quickly, grip his staff tightly, and regain control of the fireball that had unleashed the tornado, before hurling it at the slime.

The slime was strange; it simply raised the Cyclops' arm.

The Cyclops's arm began to melt and expand, transforming into a massive wall of slime. The fireball struck it, triggering the Flame Blessing, which granted Lin Ming's slime fire resistance for a moment.

"What?! Why does the slime have the blessing of the rock?!" The mage was dumbfounded.

His most prized super-large fireball spell was blocked by the opponent's slime wall and dissipated into sparks.

The monk continued chanting, intending to launch into a second chant.

During the chanting, the giant slime wall in front of him pressed down on him, and immediately a large, slime-like bird claw grew out of the wall.

With a sudden swipe of its sharp claws, the slimy claw strike severed the mage's waist, tearing away the protective aura surrounding him.

The monks were also killed one after another, and a series of screams were heard.

Lin Ming retracted his slimy bird claws and transformed back into his round, plump form from the wall.

Although the slime on his body had melted a bit, the 30% Flame Protection he had stolen had already been very effective.

He glanced at the monk lying on the ground in two pieces, then walked away ignoring him and rolled over to the monk who was continuously casting healing spells on him.

The monk's neck wound was healing rapidly, but when he saw the little gnome roll in front of him, he screamed in fright.

Lin Ming casually grew the arm of a Cyclops, grabbed the monk, and twisted his head.

The monk's hands emitted a green light as he desperately cast a healing spell on himself, but with Lin Ming's twist, his twitching limbs suddenly became weak and limp.

Then Lin Ming tossed the monk aside like trash.

He even glanced back before leaving, thinking to himself, "I can't expect you to heal yourself after I twist your wrist, can I?"

So Lin Ming casually grabbed the Cyclops's arm and punched him before leaving, leaving only a pair of chopsticks and a meat pie behind.

Lin Ming didn't rush to break it down, but instead turned his attention to the last troublemaker—Feras, who was also the one with the strongest murderous intent so far.

Firas, who had been thrown far away, rolled all the way out of the village and into the wasteland.

"You useless thing! Get out of here!" Firas flipped the smelly, heavy, charred shieldbearer off his body and slammed him heavily to the ground.

Even if the shieldbearer is unconscious, his weight remains intact.

Feras hadn't expected that the slime would throw the shieldbearer into the wind tunnel and hit him, as if it were intentional.

Impossible. The other party is just a slime. How could it possibly know so many skills and awareness?

Normally, shouldn't you be worn down and dragged down by the shield bearers until they finish their incantation and the monks' buffs are fully activated, then gracefully take a combo attack from them and turn into a puddle of slimy mush?

"How could this have happened? Damn it!"

Firas frantically searched the ground for his weapon; his longsword seemed to have just fallen into the village.

"Damn it!" Firas slammed his fist on the ground in anger.

But when he saw the slimy creature rolling over, he nervously drew his spare longsword from his back.

But this sword can't compare to that wind elemental sword; their value and strength are completely different.

Ferael felt uneasy after losing his main weapon, especially since he had to face this strange slime.

"Damn it! You think killing a bunch of burdens will be enough for me to fight? Without these burdens, it won't affect my performance at all!"

Feralas gripped his longsword tightly, his protective aura fully activated, wind element enveloping his entire body, and his long hair was gently stirred by the green wind.

"Fsia, the wind spirit, listen to me and become my power..." Firas whispered, calling out to the nearby wind spirit, but the wind spirit did not respond to him for a long time.

"Are you kidding me? I'm a candidate for the Wind Warrior! Why aren't you responding to me?!"

"What are you babbling about?" Lin Ming grew the arm of a Cyclops and slapped him across the face.

When Firas saw the giant hand coming down in front of him, he grabbed his longsword and stabbed it in the air, but he was still swept away by the enormous force, his legs kicking up a lot of dust, and he was knocked to the ground on the spot.

"Aaaaaah, you bastard, die!!!" Firas scrambled to his feet in a rage, then pulled out all his possessions, dragging out all his magical artifacts and gems, and hurled them at Lin Ming with tremendous force—

A large number of wind projectiles flew in densely, but Lin Ming raised the Cyclops' arm, opened his giant palm, and continuously blocked the wind projectiles, "bang bang bang bang bang" resisting the opponent's violent explosions.

But those wind gems were ridiculously powerful, and they immediately blasted through Lin Ming's cyclops arm, turning it into a honeycomb.

After the ashes cleared, Lin Ming's cyclops arm had been blown to pieces.

"Hahaha!?" Firas laughed with delight upon seeing this, and arrogantly stood up. "Now you're out of options, aren't you?"

"A mere slime dares to think it can defeat me? Do you even know who I am? I am the illegitimate son of King Prester! I am a rightful heir to the throne! Even if the wind spirits haven't responded to me yet, I'm not so weak as to be defeated by a mere slime!"

Firas gasped for breath, trying to calm himself, but seemed to be trying to cover up his disheveled appearance with his declaration and glory.

Then, Firas made his green eyes glow slightly and said, "Green Thorn Demon Eye! Seize it!"

Firas's eyes emitted a strong green light, causing Lin Ming to be tightly entangled by vines that burst from the ground.

At this moment, Firas boldly stepped towards Lin Ming and cursed, "I didn't want to use so many things. It's just a slime, but you forced me to use so many expensive resources."

"And you even dared to kill a member of my paid squad! I'm certainly not short of money, but no one has ever made me this angry, especially not a lowly slime like you!"

Lin Ming was a bit dumbfounded, looking at the suddenly confident hero, and wondered if this hero was still a young master with a bad brain.

This is one of the reasons why Lin Ming hates heroes; if you're brave enough, even a dog can be a hero.

But it seems he heard something very crucial?

The illegitimate prince of the Kingdom of Prester?

Lin Ming laughed, laughed impatiently, laughed hatefully. He was still worrying about how to deal with this beastly kingdom.

Feralas watched as the slime in front of him trembled and made strange gurgling sounds, which made Feralas even more certain that the slime was already dead.

But who knew that the next second Lin Ming would extend two slimy tentacles and fire synthetic bullets containing red crystals, which pierced Firas's two knees on the spot.

With a loud bang, Firas was blasted and slammed to the ground.

He screamed in terror, then turned around to find that both of his legs had been blown off.

"Aaaaaah! My legs, my feet!! I'm going to kill you!!!" Firas screamed in terror, scratching at the ground in excruciating pain.

The slime in front of him simply trembled quietly, then easily squeezed out of his restraints.

Firas then realized that his magic eye was completely useless.

Lin Ming approached Feralas, extended his slimy little hand, touched Feralas's forehead, and then whispered with that adorably silly expression:

"I won't let you die so quickly. I'll torture you properly and let you die slowly, Prester's lackey!"

"Huh...? W-what...?" Firas's eyes grew increasingly terrified. He was finally starting to feel scared, especially after the slime started communicating with him via radio waves.

The two slimy little hands were gradually reaching towards Feralas's demonic eye, causing Feralas's shadow to twitch and kick frantically with its hands and legs.

"Wait, wait, wait! No! I'll give you money! No! Ah, ahhh! Stop, stop! Stop ahh ...