Slime Immortal

The person driving the car was none other than Arno.

He tugged at the collar of his linen shirt, which clung to his body, and felt the summer heat as well.

Sweat had already soaked my back and chest, sticking to my skin, and every friction brought a tingling sensation.

"I hate summer." He muttered, his voice a little hoarse with thirst.

This summer day on the edge of the swamp is like a huge steamer, and every breath feels like burning.

But what bothered him more than the scorching heat was the strange feeling in his body.

He subconsciously raised his right hand.

Under his gaze, the skin lost its color and elasticity at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly turning gray and stiff... like a rapidly weathering rock.

He was actually able to slightly affect the petrification and communicate with the demon inside him.

This sudden change made him vaguely uneasy. Lately, he'd been waking up from the same nightmare almost every night—he dreamed that he'd completely transformed into a cold stone sculpture, while Laura and the children surrounded him and cried, their voices growing increasingly distant...

Like some kind of omen.

Now he just wanted to get back to his boss as soon as possible so that he could feel at ease.

He waved his whip, urging the tired horse to go faster, and the wheels rolled over the cracked road, raising higher dust.

Finally, the carriage drove into the relatively dense shade of trees at the edge of the forest.

Arno pulled the reins and stopped the carriage in the shadows cast by several huge oak trees.

This is the starting point of the forest road leading deep into the swamp, and the carriage cannot pass further.

He needed to move the delicate parts of the large metal telescope from the car on foot.

He jumped off the carriage, stretched his stiff legs, and walked to the back of the carriage to untie the rope.

Sweat was still pouring down his face, but the coolness of the forest relaxed his tense nerves a little. Just as he reached out to untie the first knot—

Without warning, an icy chill ran up my spine to the back of my head.

The combat instincts honed through rigorous training at the Knights' training camp rang like an alarm bell.

shadow!

He sensed something wrong in the shadows of the bushes and the twisted old oak trees.

"Swish!" "Swish!"

Two blurry black shadows suddenly emerged from their lurking place like poisonous snakes blending into the shadows.

Two sharp daggers with a dark blue glow screamed and pierced Arno's unprotected waist, ribs and neck with incredible precision.

The angle was tricky, the coordination was perfect, and they were aiming for an instant kill.

too fast!

Arno's brain didn't even have time to think about the word "thief" because his body's instinct had already reacted before his consciousness.

At this critical moment, his fear of the petrification curse was instantly overwhelmed by his desire to survive. He had only one thought in his mind: Stop it! Must stop it!

There was no time to tear the blessed leaves in his arms. Arno's muscles suddenly tensed up, and his mind frantically "called" for the power he hated!

hum!

A layer of rock-like grayish-white luster instantly covered the skin on the sides of his neck and waist.

clang! clang! !

Two sharp sounds of metal clashing with stone rang out!

The dark blue dagger pierced the suddenly petrified skin, and a few faint sparks flew out.

The huge impact made Arno stumble forward, and the severe pain and shock made him wake up instantly.

"It's those damn thieves from Rusty Key!"

"Oh shit!"

Arno took advantage of the momentum of his forward lunge to roll on the ground, reached into his arms with his right hand, and tore open the leaf that he had kept close to his body.

hum!

A thick and condensed ochre halo instantly spread from his body.

Almost at the moment when the shield was formed, several tricky cold rays pierced from different angles, hitting the shield hard, causing ripples in circles, but unable to penetrate.

"go!"

Arno did not hesitate at all, and did not even dare to look back at the precious cargo on the carriage. He rushed into the depths of the foggy swamp forest without looking back, and his figure was quickly swallowed up by the twisted shadows of the trees and the steaming mist.

Two thieves, wrapped in tight black clothes with only their sharp eyes showing, appeared.

One of them shook his wrist which was numb from the shock and looked at the direction where Arno disappeared with a look of surprise and doubt.

The other man quickly checked the tip of the dagger, which showed only slight signs of bending.

"What the hell... What the hell was that? Skin turning to stone?"

The first thief's voice was low and filled with disbelief.

"The information is wrong."

The second thief's voice was even colder, with a hint of annoyance.

"The target, 'Miracle' Arno, has not displayed any prowess as a full-fledged knight and appears to possess only expensive magic scrolls for self-defense."

"Tsk, what a waste of effort. And it exposed our whereabouts." The first thief spat.

"Withdraw."

"The information that 'Miracle' Arno is only a knight's squire is enough for us to profit from."

"The guild can't let that pass. He won't be so lucky next time."

The swamp was full of dangers, and there was no need for them to rush in and die just for a bounty.

……

Fortress construction site.

Arthur left and followed the Earth Slime to build an outpost on the edge of the swamp and carry out the solemn and sacred farming trial.

Chen Yu watched him disappear in the thick fog, turned around to look at Earl Bran who was still combing his feathers, and touched it with gel.

"Lord Bran, are you confident in letting Knight Arthur go alone?"

Lord Bran looked up and quacked.

"Oh, my great Slime Majesty, don't worry. Arthur may seem a bit slow, but he's actually quite clever."

It folded its wings, leaving behind a lonely and proud back to Chen Yu.

"Besides, it's time for this Earl to let go and let him learn to grow up."

"Without the earl by his side, he will surely be unable to sleep tonight."

Chen Yu felt that with fewer noisy noises, Arthur would sleep more soundly.

As he was thinking, a dark shadow appeared in the thick fog.

"boss!"

"Boss, someone is bullying me!"

Chapter 74 Do you really think that slimes have no temper?

Arno's figure gradually emerged from the fog. Just as he stumbled into the fortress construction site, a black shadow fell to the ground in front of him with a sound of wind.

look up.

A crow was holding its head high, like a proud nobleman, and arrogantly stretched out its wings to stop him.

"Stop! Where did this barbarian human come from? This is the sacred territory of the great Slime Majesty."

"To meet His Majesty, you must perform formalities and address him respectfully as 'The Great Slime Majesty'. Do you understand the etiquette?"

Arno was stunned. Looking at the crow in front of him that spoke human language, he felt a little absurd.

This crow...

Could it be the boss’s new monster?

Or some kind of terrifying demon disguised as a crow?

Just as Arno and Earl Bran were staring at each other, a ball of slime jumped over and patted Earl Bran with gel.

"Lord Bran, this is... uh... my knight, named Arno."

"Knight? Oh... looks like another unreliable fellow." Earl Bran muttered, remembering a certain undead follower who ran off to farm.

【Shaping wood】

The roots of the tree grew on the ground, lifted up Chen Yu's round body, and fell lightly into Arno's arms.

The chewy and cool touch made Arno's tense nerves relax inexplicably.

He seemed to have found his backbone, and quickly told the whole story of the assassination attempt by the "Rusty Key" Thieves Guild on the road.

After listening to Arno's narration, Earl Bran flapped his wings and flew up, landing on his shoulders.

"How dare you! You are just a bunch of stinky rats who can only fart in the shadows, yet you dare to declare war on our Slime Kingdom."

"Knight Arno will lead the team, and this Earl will personally destroy them."

Lord Bran spoke with such authority and condescending attitude that Arno was stunned.

The crow demon...so powerful.

Judging from the tone, this demon earl seems to possess extremely powerful strength.

Chen Yu bounced slightly in Arno's arms.

This guy's habit of bragging has come back again.

If Arno knew that it couldn't even beat a bigger vole, who knows what expression he would have.

"Yano, let's go back and teach them a lesson."