I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Hawke felt his teammates were worse than wild dogs...

But Hawke felt like a stray dog! A stray dog ​​being led around by a slime!

"Aaaaaaah!"

Accompanied by a powerless roar.

Hawke charged forward again and again without hesitation, his broadsword always just a hair's breadth away from the slime...

He could only watch helplessly as the slippery slime merged into the shadows before his sword's edge, only to reappear at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Hawk's steps were slowed by various elemental magic, and the blade in his hand was deflected by the spatial distortion.

The slime's low-level magic and those annoying tentacles always manage to attack from the most tricky angles.

Time and again, wounds were added to Hawke's strong body.

He tried to cut off the tentacles.

But at some point, those tentacles were covered with a layer of green, poisonous scales, which looked like the scales of a lizardman.

He couldn't understand why the lizardman's scales could grow on the magical tentacles summoned by the slime.

With a single cut, green sap splattered everywhere. The venom sizzled as it landed on Hawke's skin, bringing a continuous burning and stinging sensation.

Even his heavy broadsword, stained with the green venom, showed obvious signs of corrosion.

Some parts of the sword's edge have been corroded into jagged, uneven gaps.

This caused Hawke's condition to deteriorate further.

"This is bad..."

Hawke felt his chances of winning were slim; the [Berserk] buff was about to expire, and he hadn't even touched the slime yet...

Beside them, a well-preserved Shadow Fairy was also watching them intently.

Hawke's eyes darted around as he maintained his advancing stance, searching for an escape route.

The magical tentacles that were waving around were constantly gathering small spells, and the surroundings seemed to be a tentacled hell!

"There's no way to escape..." Hawk swung his sword to shatter several fireballs, ice spikes, and wind blades, but some magic still managed to slip through, leaving several wounds on his body.

The intense stinging and burning sensation made his hand involuntarily reach for the satchel at his waist, where he pulled out a bottle of life-restoring potion.

He bit open the bottle cap as fast as he could, preparing to pour it into his mouth...

A tentacle darted out from the shadows and snatched the vial of potion.

The next moment, the potion, along with his satchel, ended up in the slime's hands.

"Damn it! When did this happen..." Hawk could only watch helplessly as his supplies were stuffed into his jelly-like body by the slime.

This made him even more anxious!

He swung his broadsword relentlessly, charging forward, determined to finish off the slime as quickly as possible.

……

The fierce-looking priest in the distance wasn't idle either.

She flipped through the holy book again, and a pale golden light fell on Ian, still bestowing upon him the blessings of [Blessing of Strength] and [Blessing of Agility].

Although the effect was of little use to the slime, it was enough to make Hawke even more anxious...

"We can't let this drag on any longer!"

Hawke unleashed a cross slash, cleaving through a large swarm of tentacles swaying in front of him, the sharp sword energy creating a path.

Ignoring the burning sensation of the venom on his skin, he risked all his strength.

It aimed at the slime not far away.

He launched his final charge!

And this time, it still stopped in front of the glowing jelly... those few centimeters apart felt like an insurmountable chasm!

"Even with all my might, I still can't win...?"

Hawk was covered in wounds. His Berserk state had ended, and the weakness from the backlash began to emerge.

Unable to defend himself, he suddenly felt a chill in his groin.

A sharp wind blade sliced ​​past Hawke's body, and he felt as if he had lost something important.

His hand slowly moved downwards...

When Hawke's hands no longer grasped the familiar sensations, he finally realized...

His QQ account was uninstalled!

At this moment, Hawke completely broke down...

"Monster...monster..." Hawk gasped, staring at the slime before him. "What are you...?"

Ian thought to himself, "What am I? I am Shi Aotian! I am the Devourer of the Shining Universe's End, the Omnipotent Slime King!"

I am a slime that has devoured half a pool of the Fountain of Life, possessing nearly five thousand health points, and a magical body to protect me. I didn't even need to use my trump card, dragon breath...

If Hawke were to charge one last time and land two hits, as a slime, he would be completely unharmed.

If Hawke were to experience the feeling of hope rising and then being shattered in such a desperate situation, he might go insane on the spot!

If Ian weren't a little afraid of pain... he would definitely have shown him what the ultimate torture was!

Ian raised one of his tentacles and slowly lifted it, the tip pointing at Hawke.

The mage, with the Shadow Sword pressed against his throat, trembled with fear and dared not make a move.

"Wait!" the monk screamed. "We surrender! We'll give you all our money! Let us go!"

Lilith tightened her grip on the dagger pressed against his throat slightly: "How many slaves have you captured?"

The shadowy blade pierced the skin, and a trickle of blood seeped out.

"Wait! I'll talk!"

Sensing the deathly aura emanating from that sharp blade, the mage stammered, "I've captured... captured several... dozens... demi-humans, orcs, monster girls, and occasionally lone half-elves... even humans..."

Ian spoke up, "Tell me, don't the human kingdoms prohibit the slave trade?"

Hearing Ian's standard Arabian common language.

A look of shock flashed in Hawke's eyes; the slime in front of him could actually talk.

However, Hawke's bloodshot eyes dimmed again.

Since he had been treated like a dog by this slime, it seemed perfectly normal that it could talk.

Hawke chuckled bitterly, "Forbidden? On the surface, it's forbidden, but secretly... Hmph, the noble lords hold private auctions every month. Elves, fairies, orcs, even hybrid humans... as long as they're special enough, they can all sell for money."

"Have you seen any other Shadow Elves being captured?" Lilith suddenly asked.

"I...I saw it once," the mage stammered. "Three years ago, in the black market of the capital...an adult shadow fairy, its wings torn off, locked in a cage."

Lilith's hand trembled slightly: "What happened to that shadow fairy?"

"It was...it was bought by a nobleman wearing a golden mask..." the mage's voice trembled. "For eight hundred gold coins..."

Lilith fell silent.

Ian could feel the murderous intent emanating from her almost solidified.

Hawke suddenly burst into maniacal laughter: "What? That shadow fairy is your relative? Let me tell you, none of the slaves who are captured end up well! They're either played with to death as toys, or dismantled up and used as materials for magical experiments! So what if you kill us? I won't do it, there are plenty of other people who will, hahaha..."

"Well!"

His laughter stopped abruptly.