Can a Frankenstein's monster be an adventurer?

Chapter 124 Sobbing

The sword, imbued with holy light, plunged into the enormous eyeball, piercing the lens, crushing the retina, and its tip embedding itself deep into the soft flesh of the eye socket.

A pale holy light exploded inside Ga Gu's eye sockets, scorching every nerve ending.

Hot, dark red blood with an extremely foul odor gushed out of the wound like a fountain, drenching Luo Lan's head and face.

"roar-!!!"

With its vulnerable large eyes on its head subjected to such a violent and devastating attack, the ten-meter-tall cannibal went completely mad.

Its massive body shook violently, its two useless arms wildly slapping its head, trying to slap the metal can off its face.

Amidst the violent shaking, Luo Lan's iron-studded boot soles were firmly embedded in Ga Gu's cheekbone, while his right hand gripped the broadsword piercing Ga Gu's one eye.

The nail plate on the left hand [deformed] and fell off, revealing the [semi-liquid] left hand underneath.

With his palm open, a thick, sticky, dark green liquid seeped from the pores of his skin and instantly flowed down Luo Lan's left palm.

It is the [Acid Liquid Iv.5] at maximum concentration.

The air was immediately filled with a pungent, corrosive odor. The acid dripped onto the bread dough, hissing and burning a series of small, smoking blood pits.

Just then, Ga Gu was howling, his mouth wide open.

Luo Lan extended her left hand.

The acid flowed down his palm, through the gaps between his fangs, and into his throat from his gaping mouth.

The moment the dark green liquid came into contact with the oral mucosa, a hissing corrosion sound drowned out Ga Gu's howl, and thick smoke, visible to the naked eye, suddenly billowed out from the beast's lower jaw.

The extremely corrosive liquid, upon entering the mouth, directly corroded and carbonized the ogre's extremely thick oral endothelial cells.

The coating on the tongue was burned to charcoal, the gums began to dissolve, and the acid flowed down the trachea, burning through all the cartilage and mucous membranes along the way.

"Roar, roar—uh."

The acid burned a hole in Ga Gu's throat, and air leaked out of the wound. His howl turned into a muffled whimper, and he could no longer make a complete sound.

Luo Lan's right hand maintained the pure white, dazzling holy light of the enchanted broadsword, continuously burning the enormous single eye; his left hand constantly secreted a dark green acidic stream, pouring into the cannibal's mouth, which could no longer be closed.

This continued for about ten seconds. Ga Gu's ten-meter-tall body was still swaying, but the amplitude was getting smaller and smaller, and slower and slower.

A dozen or so breaths later, under the dual attack of holy light and acid, Ga Gu's entire head was no longer recognizable.

The shaking of the gaiter finally stopped.

His two thick legs first stiffened, then his knees bent, and his whole body slowly tilted to the left.

The dark red original tattoos gradually faded, starting from the extremities and receding towards the heart like a receding tide, until the last red light flashed and disappeared on the chest.

The crazed Ga Gu finally lost even the slightest bit of vitality to resist.

"boom!!"

The massive, ten-meter-tall corpse crashed onto the ruins of the first level of the mine, creating a shockwave that sent debris and dust scattering in all directions.

On the other side of the battlefield, Emily, who had transformed into a pure sky-blue wind spirit, circled in mid-air and suddenly split into two arms composed of cyclones.

With her left hand, she grabbed the small, orange-red flame that had transformed from the "Joy of Fire" and was laughing wildly; with her right hand, she gripped the small snowflake that had transformed from the "Sorrow of Frost" and was constantly shedding ice crystals with a mournful face.

"Burn it, then freeze it solid!"

Emily's ethereal and clear shouts echoed between the stone walls of the mine.

The skills [Passionate Fire Iv.3] and [Cool Heart Iv.3] are activated simultaneously.

The orange-red fire and the frosty blue cold air converged in mid-air to form a terrifying spiral of red and blue elements that intertwined and repelled each other, roaring towards the goblin shaman's hideout.

The goblin shaman reacted hastily, gripping the blackened [Whispering Scepter] tightly, uttering obscure syllables in large gulps.

A semi-transparent barrier emitting a pale purple glow opened up in front of the goblin shaman.

The moment the [Bias Field] was activated, a torrent of violent ice and fire elements slammed solidly into the center of the barrier.

The purple halo twisted violently like a glass plate molten by fire, with chaotic high temperatures and extreme cold erupting outside this thin layer of light.

The goblin shaman's feet dug deep into the rocky ground, his withered arms trembling violently from the unparalleled elemental impact. He gripped the [Wailing Scepter] tightly, channeling his remaining spiritual energy into the [Bias Field] to sustain himself.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the violent shockwave caused by the collapse of Ga Gu's ten-meter-tall mountain of flesh rolled all the way to this side along the rock strata of the mine.

The gravel flew out, dust billowed, and the entire foundation shifted several centimeters due to the collapse of the gabion.

The shockwave reached the goblin shaman's feet. It tilted its body, turned its head in terror, and looked past the raging elemental light stream in front of it, staring at the center of the shockwave's epicenter.

Looking at the fallen Gagu, the goblin shaman's old face was filled with incredulous horror.

It looked at the Cyclops descendant it had used as its last trump card, the one it had paid a terrible price to be able to easily control. Now, his entire body was emitting corrosive white smoke, and half of his head had been corroded by acid, leaving a black hole.

A knight in a tin can stood steadily on the rotten cheekbone of the giant beast, holding a broadsword that glowed white.

In that instant, the goblin shaman, distracted by shock, had his biased force field momentarily interrupted.

"There's a flaw!"

Amidst howling winds in mid-air, Emily, possessing the [Battle Intuition] specialization, keenly sensed the goblin shaman's fleeting moment of relaxation.

She squeezed the Joy of Fire and the Sorrow of Frost into her hand, and the two elemental masses collided. The laughter of the flames and the weeping of the snowflakes mingled into a piercing elemental shriek.

The two elemental torrents merged into one, and the spiral beam of light, intertwined with orange-red and frost-blue, suddenly swelled by a large circle.

This immense elemental attack instantly blasted through the already collapsing [Bias Field].

"Click."

The purple, translucent barrier emitted a sharp, shattering sound, like glass breaking, and exploded into a shower of light.

The combined torrent of ice and fire struck the goblin shaman's hunched chest head-on.

The goblin shaman's withered and emaciated body was pushed backward by the elemental torrent, and his exquisite animal hide robe was ignited by the high temperature and cracked by the cold air.

On the rocky ground of the mine, it was pushed backward and slid for dozens of meters, its back slamming heavily against the rough and hard rock wall of the mine tunnel. Even the white rock behind it was smashed into a network of cracks before it finally came to a stop.

The torrent of red and blue elements gradually dissipated into the air, revealing a small, charred figure stuck to the wall.

The half-dead goblin shaman leaned against the rock wall and looked down at his abdomen.

Half of its body was gone, leaving only a large, bright hole.

Ice shards covered the charred flesh, the edges of the wound were half frost-white and half charred black, cold and hot air emanated from the hole at the same time, and a thin layer of ice could be seen on the blackened spine deep in the wound.

The goblin shaman slid down the rock face into the rubble like a rag doll.

"Cough, cough—"

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He knelt on one knee, coughed up blood several times, and vomited mouthfuls of food mixed with ice and burnt meat.

The old, green-skinned monster, barely clinging to life, slowly raised its head, panting heavily.

In the final moments of his life, the goblin shaman's inexplicable fanaticism and hysteria vanished, replaced by an eerie calm.

It glanced at the corrosive giant corpse of Gagu in the distance, at Luo Lan approaching with the Holy Light Broadsword, and at Emily, who was still full of energy in mid-air.

A dead end.

He knew he was completely powerless to change the situation.

The goblin shaman's hands trembled as he raised the [Wailing Scepter] bestowed upon him by "Sleeve".

It turned the scepter over, the sharp wooden handle at the bottom pointing towards its chest, aimed at its withered heart that was already exposed to the air.

"Humans—"

The goblin shaman's voice at this moment sounded like a sob coming from the deepest, farthest reaches of the earth.

I curse you with my life.

The wooden handle of the staff pierced his heart.

The emaciated goblin body convulsed violently, then completely lost all life. Its charred face showed no sign of pain; it lay limp on the gravel ground like a piece of rotten wood.

In the distance, in mid-air, the "death" of the goblin shaman could be seen; the sky-blue wind contracted and reformed after a flash of light.

Emily deactivated her [Elementalization] and, amidst a halo of light, reverted to her physical fairy form, which was only about thirty centimeters tall.

It landed lightly on the tip of a relatively clean protruding rock, on the red and blue butterfly wings. The hole that had been shot through it before had disappeared, and it looked brand new.

The little fairy tilted her head, her heterochromatic red and blue eyes filled with confusion: "? That green-skinned old villain actually committed suicide?"

In that short time, Luo Lan had already strode through the rubble and pools of blood to Emily's side.

The faint light of True Sight in Luo Lanlan's eyes hadn't faded yet. She glanced at the goblin shaman's body, a scepter stuck upside down in the pile of rocks ahead, and her tone turned somber: "No, it's not that simple—"

Almost the instant Luo Lan finished speaking, a sudden change occurred.

The top of the [Wailing Scepter], which was stuck in the chest of the goblin shaman's corpse, suddenly exploded into a thick, inky purple-black smoke.

A semi-transparent goblin-shaped silhouette emerged from the wound on its chest, its edges blurred, revealing a purplish-black, semi-transparent, vengeful spirit-like texture.

The moment this vengeful spirit appeared, eerie wailing sounds simultaneously entered the minds of everyone present from all directions:

You built the towers, we dug the caves.

You wrote the code, we etched the scars.

We, rejected by fate, have become mere dregs.

The hymns echoed and swelled, like dozens of goblins reciting the same words at the same time.