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

A scream echoed from the wasteland.

Not long after, the little goblin returned, dragging a human pupa wrapped in slime.

The villagers, who had been huddled in the corner, saw the earth spirit return and rushed out, involuntarily kneeling down in respect.

But Lin Ming ignored them. He first dismembered and disposed of all the corpses, and then looted all the valuables from their bodies.

However, the most important gain was the magic essence they possessed.

If the three members of the team worked together, they could decompose 120% of the magic essence for Lin Ming.

Now Lin Ming can really enjoy playing with his magic cannon.

Inside the human pupa was Firas, who had just gone into shock and passed out, so Lin Ming tied him up like this and dragged him back.

Just as he said at the beginning, Lin Ming would torture him thoroughly and extract all sorts of information about the Kingdom of Prester from him.

Firas is indeed a very valuable person compared to the other squad members.

Lin Ming also saw the emerald, and the wind sprite inside was looking at him with its cute big eyes.

It seems that Firas and his group, besides targeting Lin Ming, also have this item.

Leila also mentioned that this green crystal was one of the hero's relics.

Since Feras is a candidate, it's not unreasonable for him to want to take the relics of the first hero for himself.

Lin Ming picked up the green crystal and shook it. The wind spirit inside stared at Lin Ming blankly, its eyes filled with confusion and curiosity, no longer as shy as it had been at the beginning.

Instead, she kept pressing her large face against the crystal glass, observing Lin Ming.

The other person's appearance seemed to be about the same age as Millie, or even a little younger.

"Too bad I'm not a hero. I won't give you this hero candidate position either. If someone like this can be a hero, then your elf selection criteria are way too low." Lin Ming mocked the wind elf before putting her away, preparing to take her back.

It's not good to leave it here as a decoration, otherwise it will cause trouble in the village, and the villagers will be somewhat innocent.

Therefore, Lin Ming still planned to bring this emerald back to his lair.

The wind sprite remained silent, offering no response to Lin Ming. It simply rested its hands on the crystal glass, blinking adorably.

Although this incident was a bit risky for Millie, it was also the one that brought Lin Ming the greatest benefit.

The equipment on human bodies is much more efficient than Lin Ming personally searching for it in the ruins, because these are all items that others have already found.

He received a wooden staff, a gilded wooden and stone cross staff, and a shieldman's shield, although the shield was already a bit crooked.

The team's three-piece set of equipment was spat out on the ground by Lin Ming and stacked up like tofu blocks.

It's perfect for his villagers to wear; they'll have a prestigious presence when they go abroad next time.

Millie finally peeked out of the dilapidated house and happily ran over when she saw Little Gru returning.

Her leg injury has been fully healed, and it seems she can walk without much trouble, so Lin Ming has nothing to worry about.

"Fairy, did you chase the bad guy away?"

"I ate the bad guy—"

"Huh?" Millie was taken aback.

"Just kidding, I chased the bad guy away."

"Mmm!" Millie nodded innocently, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Next time you encounter bad guys, don't be so eager to come out. Protecting your own safety should be your priority." Lin Ming joked, then reached out his long, slimy little hand to pat Millie's head.

But this can't go on; there are only three capable laborers in the village. Miral is an exception; although he's old, he has the physique of a former guard, so after consuming the nutrient solution, he feels like he's in his prime.

But the other villagers were not so lucky. Most of them were elderly women and sick people, and they were quite thin. At best, the nutritional supplements would only help them recover to a healthy state.

Therefore, sending their only three able-bodied men to work for Lin Ming actually increased the village's survival pressure.

Lin Ming would occasionally come and bring them some food, but their living conditions were always terrible, and they might get crushed to death by their own houses one day.

Lin Ming looked at the houses that were almost collapsed, especially since they had just been blown by the lingering wind, and now they were on the verge of collapse.

It seems dangerous to have Millie living in a place like that, doesn't it?

But before dealing with the problems in their house, there was a very serious issue: infection.

Lin Ming stared at a decaying chapel across from the village, its surface covered in black, sticky material that was corroding it. A strange red light could even be seen emanating from inside, making it virtually impossible for anyone to approach.

Lin Ming tossed the human pupa aside and rolled over to the polluted area, startling the villagers who rushed over to stop him.

"Fairy, don't go there! It's very dangerous! If you get infected with the Black Turbidity, there's basically no cure. Many villagers have died from it," a village woman cried out worriedly. Millie nodded behind her, wanting to go forward but filled with fear.

Lin Ming didn't pay any attention, but tentatively stretched out a small, slimy hand and touched the sticky black slime.

His slimy little hands were quickly infected by the black corrosion, just like when he first came into contact with the slime mother.

Lin Ming was very curious about what was inside the church. Judging from his current observation, most of the corrosive black mud was emanating from the black church.

Lin Ming used his Sky Vision to peer into the area and could clearly see that the pollution and villages in the surrounding area were emanating from two different regions.

The first area is on the edge, near where the slime mom is, and the second area is this little chapel on their side.

Lin Ming tried taking out the monk's cross staff and poking at the lump of slime. The holy light on the cross staff effectively forced a small pit out of the black turbidity.

"Oh? It's a good thing." Lin Ming looked at the cross-shaped staff in his hand.

He planted his cross-shaped staff directly into the black mud, and the murky mud seemed to consciously retreat to both sides, as if intentionally resisting it.

Lin Ming thought for a moment, then pulled the cross staff out again, swallowed it into his body to digest and experience it, and then spat out three identical sticky crosses.

The dark, murky things were forced to retreat, seemingly not because they feared the existence of the cross-shaped staff, but because they feared its shape.

I don't understand the principle, but if it works, I'll just make a few more.

Lin Ming spat out several small, slimy crosses and placed them around the edge of the village to prevent the black sludge from spreading further in.

However, this method consumes a lot of mucus.

At this moment, Lin Ming had a sudden inspiration. He took out Firas' two magic eyes, connected them with the little hand's slime, and injected magic power to activate them.

Soon, a green vine suddenly burst forth from the ground, forming a cross shape, and lined up between the black slime river and the village, directly separating the two areas.

The cross shape effectively resisted the advance of the dark force. In fact, this vine cross only consumed magic points, deducting only 2 magic points per activation, which was even more economical than Lin Ming's magic cannon.

Soon, Lin Ming erected a cross-shaped isolation wall around the village, leaving only the blackened, necrotic, cracked ground.

The vines intertwined and overlapped on the cross, quickly forming a layer of green vines and roses, just like braided hemp rope.

Watching the black turbidity being forced back, Lin Ming shook the two demonic eyes on the slimy little hand. This thing is quite fun.

Sometimes, even without relying on decomposition, external resources can still be quite useful.

"Truly worthy of being called the Fairy! Thank you, Fairy, for banishing the darkness! Thank you, Fairy, for purifying the darkness!" Upon seeing this, the villagers were even more grateful and began to kneel and worship Lin Ming. They wept bitterly and were so excited that they could not lift their heads.

Although Lin Ming didn't purify it, he only drove some away, otherwise it would have affected the development of his village.

Did he not expect that Ferael's pair of demonic eyes could be used for such a good purpose? Does that mean there's still hope for the quality of the village's land?

He looked at the area that was clearly a field. The black soil on it was rotten and unusable, but that didn't mean he couldn't use plants to encourage plant growth.

The next second, Lin Ming activated his Demon Eye again, surrounding the rows of fields with vines to form rectangular isolation mats.

That's how it is; the field is covered with sharp thorns, making it quite difficult to manage.

But this thing is even easier to shape than Lin Ming's slime. Although the finished product will be a bit rough, it is a magical tool for Lin Ming right now.