Even goblins are dangerous in this other world!

So, can we win next?

The fourth-tier slime, having stopped casting [Family Territory], angrily pounced on Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu, who was originally preparing to attack the injured fourth-tier slime, had to turn around and his fist collided heavily with the fourth-tier slime!

boom!

The impact of the collision caused an explosion of energy, and both Luo Xiu and the fourth-tier slime were forced back. Luo Xiu gained an advantage in this attack once again.

The injured slime quickly seized the opportunity to maneuver through the gap created by Luo Xiu's departure and ran towards its companion.

But then a dark purple light flashed again, and another wound appeared on its body.

Amidst screams, it finally reached its companion.

The fourth-tier slime that had been fighting Old White had now distanced itself and stood with its two other companions.

They roared angrily at first, wanting to unleash their fury on the humans before them! They wanted to make the humans realize their place!

But soon, their roars stopped.

Once their anger subsided, they realized something was wrong.

Why is it that the enemy's fighting force seems stronger than ours, even though it's just a small town?!

Luo Xiu's lips curled up beneath his cloak as he waved forward:

"Don't let a single one escape!!!"

Behind him, old White, clad in an elaborate vulture robe, gleamed with a sharp light in his eyes. Milair, wielding a dark purple dagger, sped forward, while the nearly transparent Sorenson roared in fury!

Chapter 64 What Old White Owned (3000-word chapter)

The three fourth-tier slimes reacted differently to the group rushing towards them, their black spheres displaying a variety of expressions.

The injured fourth-tier slime initially tried to back away, but the several wounds on its body clearly affected its speed.

Seeing that Milair was about to rush towards it, it immediately opened its mouth wide and spat out clumps of thick, black, foul-smelling substance, covering its entire body.

Swish!

As Milair's dagger slashed down, this time it didn't leave a deep wound like before, but merely sliced ​​through the outer layer of material on the fourth-order slime's body.

"Kiss!!!"

The fourth-tier slime roared and retreated even faster than before.

But Milair activated [Light and Shadow Speed], and shadows surged from his legs as he chased after her again.

The fourth-order slime was completely enraged and turned around to collide with Miler.

The two intersected in the air like two dark shadows.

Of the other two slimes, the fourth-tier slime that had fought Luo Xiu before flashed with anger in its eyes and did not choose to retreat.

It had already used its own power and knew that if it retreated now, the female human would definitely turn her attention to it, and it would become the target of all attacks.

Therefore, we have no choice but to fight to the death.

It glared angrily at Luo Xiu, its former "defeated opponent," who was charging towards it.

It could never forget that the turning point of this battle began with the punch that collided between this human and his companion.

It provided its companions with incorrect information, but it didn't think it was its fault; it blamed the damned human for being too cunning.

It even harbored resentment towards its own companions, feeling that perhaps their companions were not strong enough.

I clearly ran over that damned human and nearly killed him!

However, given the combination of all these negative emotions, it decided to have another showdown with Luo Xiu.

It wants to prove that it wasn't its fault, and it wants to make this foolish human bleed as much as before!

boom!

The black body and the fist collided in a full-force attack, with neither holding back.

It's a pure clash of forces!

The fourth-tier slime was ready; it was confident that its all-out attack would not be lost.

But a force on a completely different level than the previous collision acted on its body, making it realize its mistake.

Its body trembled slightly as it retreated a short distance, while Luo Xiu remained standing.

The outcome has been decided.

"Roar!!!"

It was unwilling to accept this; the feeling that its former "defeated opponent" was now stronger than itself made it extremely uncomfortable.

Its scarlet eyes revealed extreme ruthlessness, and the bestial nature of its demonic nature overwhelmed its reason.

It can still win! It's faster than this human in front of it!

So it rushed out and engaged Luo Xiu in battle.

It occasionally dodged Luo Xiu's punches with its own speed and crashed into Luo Xiu's body, but sometimes it was also hit by Luo Xiu, each punch landing squarely.

The last remaining Tier 4 slime was the same slime that had previously unleashed the [Family Territory] ability.

It looked at its two companions, wanting to help one of them take care of an opponent first.

But an aged voice rang out before it:

"Your opponent is me."

The fourth-order slime stared at the human who had appeared before it.

Beneath the cloak, a slightly hunched body stood out; the wrinkled hand gripping the scepter, and the voice, though not particularly strong, told it that even with its limited understanding of humans, it knew that the person before it was definitely among the oldest and most ancient of humankind.

In their slime world, old age means weakness.

The weak should only submit to the strong.

It had just noticed the battlefield; the humans before it were only defending against their companions' attacks, and even then, their companions weren't using their primal power.

Its scarlet eyes gleamed with intelligence, as if it had thought of something.

Then it opened its mouth, and black energy slowly condensed within, gathering power—a beam of light with absolute destructive force.

Previously, this kind of light directly destroyed the three crystals of Old White's "Last Guardian of the Dead".

Beneath his cloak, old White watched calmly as black energy coalesced in the slime's mouth:

"Sorenson attacks the injured slime on the right side."

Even now, he hasn't forgotten to command the Vultures.

He held the pale, twisted bone staff high in his hand, and his vulture robe fluttered wildly in the wind coming from all directions, making him look like a high priest who ruled over everything in the temple.

From the strange skull with a sharp beak at the end of the bone staff, countless miserable cries emanated, and the bright white hexagonal gem at the center of the skull's brow burst forth with dazzling light.

Suddenly,

Everyone present felt a chilling, bone-deep cold.

"Uuuuuu——"

It seemed as if someone was responding to the pitiful cries emanating from the skull; sobs echoed across the battlefield, growing louder and louder until they turned into a mournful roar.

It even drowned out the sounds of the fight on the field.

That mournful voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing a surge of sadness in the hearts of both slimes and humans present.

"Uuuuuu——"

People began to weep, from the knights to the nobles, and even the slimes.

These cries mingled with the mournful sounds, creating a surging wave of sound.

One after another, gray-white spirits emerged from the raging tide, weeping, embracing, and dancing in sorrow!

The slime opposite Old White's eyes flashed with surprise, and it suddenly spewed out the black light that had been gathering in its mouth, trying to stop Old White's actions.

But the black beam struck the gray barrier in front of old White.

Another gem on Old White's vulture robe showed signs of breaking, but instead of shattering like before, it became covered in cracks.

Old White's eyes held neither sorrow nor joy.

The preparations have been completed, and the outcome cannot be changed.

Now all that's needed is a little bit of waiting.

He looked at the fourth-tier slime opposite him, his gaze passing through the slime's pitch-black body and across the long river of time.

Time flowed backward in his longing.

He was almost forty years old at the time, but was only a second-tier necromancer.

He was the least gifted of that man's students.

The other students had all started their own careers and families, but he was still with that man, along with a few other freshmen.

He knew that he was too stupid to have that man keep him by his side.

This feeling is unpleasant.

Therefore, he would often get drunk in the middle of the night, trying to numb himself with alcohol.

And that man always managed to pinpoint his whereabouts on the nights he went out drinking, then appear at the tavern where he was drunk and sit beside him.

That day was the same.

"White, you're here."

That man always started with the same gentle smile, never changing.

"Yes, teacher, I'm here."

He raised his glass and said with a smile:

"Teacher, would you like a drink?"

He said that on purpose, knowing that his teacher didn't drink alcohol, only black tea.