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

The nobleman and a group of guards were stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the slime with many small green leaves on its head, and they stared at each other for a long time.

At first glance, they didn't recognize it as a slime. Only after carefully observing its appearance and liquid composition did they realize it was a subterranean slime.

"Oh? I never expected there to be such a good thing in this village." The nobleman stroked his little mustache. Now he had both a pet and a concubine.

Moreover, this pet is quite valuable. The nobleman clearly remembers that back then, these slimes were hunted by various kingdoms because their value skyrocketed. Now that they are extinct, the fact that one can still be found means the price will likely be even higher.

With a single glance from the nobleman, the surrounding guards immediately opened up, flanking the dazed green slime from both sides.

At that moment, the slime opened its small mouth and made a sound that surprised everyone present.

"This village is mine."

It's simple and clear, and the voice is childlike, like a little kid's. Or rather, that's just how Xiao Gulu's vocal cords are.

"Take your men and get out of here."

"Oh ho? I don't know how you can talk, but I didn't expect a roadside slime like you to be so arrogant?" The nobleman seemed to have been stepped on, and with an unhappy smile, he strode up to the slime in front of him, and even his previous wariness was gone.

Ignoring the guards' attempts to stop him, the nobleman approached the slime himself, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"You can talk? Then the price will probably be even higher." The nobleman's eyes were full of money. In the instant he got close to Lin Ming, he had already imagined the huge price that would be auctioned on the black market and the story of him becoming a cash cow for the rest of his life.

"Didn't you understand? You fatso," Lin Ming asked again.

"Who...who are you calling a fatso?! You're just a low-level monster, yet you have such an ill-mannered mouth. This will affect the auction price!"

"So you're here to see Feralas?"

"Hmm? How do you know the young master's name?" The nobleman frowned, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

"Forget it, I've changed my mind." Lin Ming thought about it in silence for a moment, and telling them to go back would only cause more trouble.

Immediately, a high-speed bird claw, shaped from slime, grew out in front of the nobleman. In the instant of everyone's horror, a "whoosh" sound rang out.

The nobleman's pupils contracted in fright, but when he came to his senses, his perspective had already flipped 360 degrees, and he fell to the ground, where he saw his lower body.

"My lord!!" The guards drew their swords in a fit of rage, but in that instant, Lin Ming's slime bullets, which had already burrowed into the ground, shot out one by one and pierced directly into the soles of their feet.

At the scene, the guards screamed in terror as their legs gave way, and their longswords fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Your soles are quite sensitive, are you sure you can handle this kind of pain?" Lin Ming walked slowly past the soldiers, and a Cyclops arm grew out from the other end.

"Help! Monster attack!!" The guard shouted in alarm, only to be smashed into a metal disc by Lin Ming's Cyclops arm with a deafening "bang".

In the short time it took, the surrounding soldiers were shocked, some so frightened that their legs went weak and they couldn't get up, and others because their legs had been pierced directly.

This is completely different from the slimes they knew!

With this scream of the purge, the guards who were still surrounding the villagers abandoned them and rushed to their aid.

Even the village chief, bewildered, followed them and turned back to threaten them, saying, "You all better stay put! I'll come back and teach you a lesson later!" The village chief's face was full of threats.

The next second, Miral drew the curved sword from his back and slashed it across his neck.

"Wow!?"

In an instant, the red line was drawn, and the village chief covered his neck in disbelief, fear finally welling up in his heart.

"Now that things have come to this, we're on the fairy's side." As Miral made her move, the villagers rushed forward, tackled the village chief, and surrounded him, beating him mercilessly.

Miral immediately pulled out Fatty and Lenno, ordering them to go and assist with weapons.

But by the time they arrived at the scene, it was already a sea of ​​corpses.

The guards lay piled on the ground, some smashed into iron discs, others crushed into iron bars.

Even now, there's a strange soldier holding a longsword, piercing his comrade's chest, leaving Miral and the others no chance to provide support.

"You...who are you?" The guard, holding on to his last breath, finally saw that the guard who had stabbed him was gradually melting, turning into green slime that fell to the ground and returned to the grassy forest slime he had been at the beginning.

Only then did the guard understand why he had died. His body, with dilated pupils, suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, marking the end of the story.

The other guards who hadn't yet gone up were completely demoralized, gripping their longswords with trembling hands; some were even on the verge of death, holding their last breath.

In response, Miral drew his scimitar and, along with Lenno and the others, held the remaining guards hostage, taking three guards as hostages and pressing his scimitar against their necks.

"Put down your weapons right now!"

The remaining guards hesitated, raising their longswords at the villager who was threatening their companion: "Do you know this is a serious crime? Attacking guards and nobles—the kingdom will not forgive you!"

"When we were dying, you nobles didn't come to our aid. What nonsense are you spouting now? Even if you are, you're nothing but dogs of those nobles!" Lanno coldly cursed.

"If you don't lay down your weapons, I'll send your comrades to their deaths." Miral's scimitar tightened its grip, making the remaining guards even more conflicted.

But behind them lurked a terrifying slime. They dared not even lower their weapons, for they watched as the guards killed by the slime would "resurrect" and kill their comrades. This unbelievable scene was unlike anything they had ever witnessed; it was as if it were the work of a witch!

At this moment, Lin Ming's voice rang out: "Alright, I won't kill the rest." Lin Ming swaggered past the group of guards who were trembling and gripping their swords, and the guards didn't even dare to swing their swords.

Only four guards remained alive at the scene; the fate of the rest was unknown.

"If you surrender, I will spare your lives." Lin Ming simply uttered these words before walking past the guards and skipping over Miral and the others.

The guards, seeing the slime speaking so casually, finally trembled and loosened their grip on the hilts of their swords, letting the weapons fall to the ground with a clatter.

"We surrender..."

Lin Ming didn't bother with them, leaving it to Miral and the others to handle. He wanted to check on Millie and the others, whether Bella was injured, and whether his fields had been damaged.

Lin Ming was quite annoyed by the sudden intrusion of a group of people. The guests were nice, but they seemed to have ill intentions.

When he returned, the houses in these villages had been ransacked by the guards.

A bunch of rude bastards, they even kicked over Lin Ming's statue, they deserve to be cursed.

"Strange, where did my nun go? Is no one watching her?" Lin Ming turned his head and looked around. He only saw Bella and Millie, who were both fine. In fact, they were quite unfamiliar with Lin Ming's new appearance and did not recognize him at first.

"Huh? Another kind of slime?" Bella was taken aback. How come there was a second slime?