Slime Immortal

"Quickly shrink the formation!"

At this critical moment, the adventurers and the Lizardmen of the Rot Moss Tribe completely put aside their grudges and stood back to back, vigilantly confronting the continuously appearing jackals and lizardmen.

"Captain, what should we do now?"

Arnoton felt a headache.

He also wanted to know what to do.

In fact, the number of corrupt believers in this group is not that large. If they really want to escape, they can always break through by paying some price.

But the problem was, they were now standing at the border between the Swamp Forest and the Death Swamp. If they fled rashly, once the crowd dispersed, the corrupted believers wouldn't have to deal with them, and the adventurers lost inside would just have to wait for death.

It seems that the only option left for them is to fight to the death.

You may not lose if you fight them to the death, but the losses will definitely be huge.

Moreover, these corrupt believers seem to have other means.

Arno was feeling the pinch when the little slime in his arms suddenly bounced and the boss's voice echoed in his mind.

"Xiao Ka hit it to death!"

"Yano, hide... hide, the big one is coming!"

Before Arno could ask, he heard a loud noise coming from the swamp forest.

Chapter 51 The Messenger's Blessing

It was as if an animal conference was held in the depths of the forest, and it instantly became lively!

"Ouch!"

"Hmph! Hmph—!"

“Hiss…hiss!”

“Gah! Gah—!”

All kinds of noisy sounds mixed together, breaking through the already oppressive fog and surging out from the forest like a tide.

What surprised everyone even more was that these beasts and monsters seemed to be being chased by some kind of creature in the forest and had to escape from it.

The hideous smile on the face of the corrupted lizardman froze instantly, replaced by panic and fear.

"what?!"

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way—!”

"No! It's the herd! They're crazy!"

"Ahh-!"

The screams of terror came to an abrupt end as the thick fog was violently pushed away by a violent force. The first thing to rush out was a swamp boar as big as a calf.

Its eyes were filled with panic, white air was coming out of its nostrils, and it rushed forward regardless of anything, like an out-of-control battering ram, knocking away all the corrupted lizardmen in its path.

Next came wolves, poisonous snakes, swamp birds with messy feathers, panicked hard-shelled water lizards, and disciplined stinging bees... The entire swamp was in chaos.

The encirclement carefully arranged by the corrupted lizardmen collapsed instantly under the impact of the beast tide.

"It's the boss, the boss is here!"

“This one is really huge!”

Arno's heart was pounding and he was filled with joy. He suddenly swung his bloody knight's sword towards the sky. The sound was like a sharp blade being unsheathed, instantly drowning out the noisy roars and screams of beasts.

"Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived! Now is the time—"

"Everyone, follow me and kill these gnolls! Tear open a hole!"

His roar woke the adventurers from their dreams, and the fire in their eyes rekindled. Their desire for gold coins turned into the purest murderous intent at this moment.

"Kill out!"

"Follow the captain! Kill those jackal bastards!"

"Go! Don't let these beasts block my way to wealth!"

The defeat of the Corrupted Lizardmen seemed irreversible. The chaotic beast tides, adventurers and the fierce counterattacks of the Rotten Moss Lizardmen made them retreat step by step.

At this moment, a hunched figure, leaning on a bone staff, slowly stepped out of the thick fog.

His old scales were a sickly gray, and his dark red vertical pupils were turbid. He was none other than the priest of the corrupted lizardmen - Zulok!

"Waste!" Zuluo's voice was hoarse and dry, like the friction of dead branches, but with a strange penetrating power.

"A mere beast is enough to make you so miserable? Don't forget the power of your embrace!"

This sound was like a stimulant. The corrupted lizardmen who were originally panicked by the attack of the beasts were suddenly shocked and gradually calmed down.

However, when this voice fell into Semia's ears, it was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.

"Zu-luo-ke-!"

A scream filled with deep hatred tore through the air, and Semia's dark golden vertical pupils shrank instantly. All the murderous intent and anger were locked onto the hunched figure as if they were real!

The revenge for the murder of his father and the hatred for the tribe completely broke out at this moment!

Her sturdy hind legs burst out with terrifying power, blasting a shallow pit in the mud under her feet. She turned into a dark green afterimage, wrapped in a bloody storm, and rushed straight towards Zurok!

"You little brat who doesn't know his own limitations."

Zulock looked at her coldly, and pressed his skinny fingers hard on the top of the bone staff!

"Buzz!"

A magical power with a strong smell of decay spread out, accurately sweeping over several of the strongest corrupted lizardman warriors nearby.

"Uhhhhh-!"

One of the lizardman warriors let out an inhuman howl, and his body, enveloped by magic power, expanded wildly as if it were being blown up.

Large pieces of scales fell off, revealing the rapidly rotting flesh underneath. The eyes were completely covered with turbid yellow pus, and one of the claws grew to an enormous size, covered with festering flesh and jagged bone spurs.

The rotten lizardman let out an incomprehensible roar, and its huge rotten claws slammed down towards Semiya's bone blade!

"boom!!!"

A loud sound like the collision of metal!

Semia only felt an irresistible force coming from the bone blade, and then she was knocked away by this brutal force.

"Oh my god, there are elite monsters."

"Kaka!"

In the dense woods, a slime riding on a small crocodile jumped up in surprise.

But Chen Yu was not in a hurry to take action. He always felt as if there was someone around who was spying on the battlefield.

This was what his embryonic "danger perception" told him.

【Shaping wood】

So he quietly stood up a shy crocodile that was tied up, leaving a clear shadow in the fog.

Those corrupted believers should be able to guess that there is a mastermind hiding in the forest.

But he now has a replacement.

First lend the Swamp Overlord experience card to this crocodile.

If anything happens later, just deal with it.

"Semiya!"

Everyone was shocked by the horror of the rotten lizardman and screamed, trying to rescue him, but they were entangled by more corrupt believers.

Arno was also unable to cope with the situation, but soon an idea came to his mind and he quietly took out two leaf-shaped "blessed objects" from the lining of his light armor and handed them to Sergash who was casting a spell to support him.

On the battlefield of the boss battle.

There was no trace of fear in Semiya's dark golden vertical pupils, only an icy fighting spirit that burned to the extreme.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood and energy, tightly grasped the bone blade in her hand, and assumed the purest hunting posture.

"Roar!"

The rotten lizardman took the lead in attacking, and its huge rotten claws slapped down on the head with a foul wind.

Faced with a terrifying monster that was far superior to herself, Semia did not choose to resist head-on. Her slender body, which contained explosive power, showed amazing flexibility and speed.

【dodge】

She twisted her waist at an incredible angle, and the rotten giant claws scraped past her scales and slammed into the mud, splashing a large amount of filth.

【Precision Strike】

In mid-air, the bone blade turned into a deadly cold light and pierced with incredible precision into the vulnerable armpit of the Rotten Lizardman that was exposed by the attack!

"Pfft!"

The bone blade pierced into the rotten flesh and was stuck in the swollen and festering tissue. The rotten lizardman seemed to feel no pain, and his other intact claw swept over with a foul smell!

Semiya decisively dropped the blade, flipped backward in the air, and rolled close to the ground the moment she landed, avoiding the sweep.

She stood still again, picking up a scattered wooden spear on the ground.

The bone blades flew and the wooden spears stabbed!

The movements were smooth and fluid, without any hesitation, showing the honed killing skills.

Her figure dodged and moved in the fishy wind raised by the rotten giant claws. Every precise stab penetrated deeply into the rotten flesh of the rotten lizardman's joints, causing pus and blood to splatter.

But it was quite difficult even for her to kill this monster with such tenacious vitality.

Unless she is willing to pay the price of serious injury or even death.

Is it really worth it?

She thinks it's worth it.

As long as Zuluk can be killed!

Just as she made up her mind, Sergash's anxious cry pierced the battlefield: