Your Majesty's money, why don't you engrave my name on it?

How the witch found it is unknown, and the role the little devil played in it is also a mystery. The only certainty is that, for it, which can no longer fly, simply climbing up would require an immense effort. This disaster is undoubtedly another precise and vicious blow to the already shattered alliance between Barbasabalon and the Nightingale Granny.

"Alright, that's enough for us!" The little devil huffed and puffed as he swung onto a wooden frame with a rope. After taking six different kinds of materials, he swung back with them in his arms and looked for a feeding opening to hold them all. "From now on, you won't know me, and I won't know you!"

“But if that’s all…” Barbasabalon recalled the scene of that acquaintance looking for him that night. Granny Nightingale’s control was far weaker than she thought and even she believed. And after all the bad things she had done to him, it would be too easy for her to just settle things afterward.

With this in mind, Barbasabalon put away the materials in his hand and began to add another substance—in fact, only five materials were needed to power this golem; it wasn't just a whim to play a trick on the Nightingale Granny. The hatred from the broken wings and tail had intensified over time, and if it weren't for the fact that it couldn't fully power this huge iron lump, Barbasabalon would have long been eager to test its skills against the Nightingale Granny.

"Hmph...it's all yours..." A wicked laugh rang out from the little devil's throat. "This big idiot is yours too! I'll give him to you!"

Chapter 287 The Melee Within the Society

The massive gelatinous block was almost sliced ​​in two, sliding smoothly down the slope of the passage into the darkness. Raslaufer released his grip on the dwarf's arm, his gauntlets sizzling from the burning digestive fluids.

"Th-thank you." The dwarf withdrew his hand, still shaken. He touched his proud beard, much of the outermost layer of which was starting to fall off. Even his face, weathered by the furnace fire and molten iron, had turned red, like the skin of a newborn.

“In another minute or two, old von Dahl will probably become its breakfast!” Von Dahl looked at his hands. His left arm was almost intact, but his axe and shield had been completely swallowed up by the mud monster’s sticky, gelatinous body.

"How about this?" Leslaufer tossed over the battle sword forged from hell iron, but the craftsman jumped back in a panic as if he'd been burned. "No, no, no, I'd better not touch anything from Purgatory so easily, and besides, I'm not good at using this. It feels awful not to have a shield for self-defense."

“Otherwise you’ll have to use this big one,” Raslaufer said, holding up the two-handed greatsword to measure the dwarf’s height before shaking his head. “I reckon you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Vondar was undoubtedly tall among dwarves, to the point that he could be considered a human of short stature, but this greatsword, which was over 1.7 meters tall, was still too much for him.

“Use this. I hope you haven’t forgotten it,” Angelita raised an eyebrow and took a blunt weapon from her waist. The owl bear’s head looked lifelike. “I think I’ve passed the stage where I need to use it.”

“Hmm… I didn’t expect this day to come so soon,” von Dahl hesitated for a moment, but finally stretched out his hand. “Ah, look, Father God, the tax refund has arrived!”

“This is the first time I’ve heard that you dwarves also get tax refunds.” Daisy’s eyes flashed, and as her fingertips danced lightly on the strings, a point of starlight shot towards the dwarf’s side. The assassin who was stealthily approaching let out a scream. Before he could use the impact of the starlight to retreat, the Owl Bear Head Warhammer ripped a large hole in his triangular head.

“The East doesn’t have them, but the Empire does,” von Dahl shrugged and kicked the assassin’s corpse away. “Ratman assassins, that’s really something… We always have to deal with them underground, but I didn’t expect it to be the same here.”

“The hag really isn’t picky about her subordinates,” Raslaufer said, looking up at the empty passage ahead. “There are plenty of them in terms of quantity and variety, but the quality is rather worrying.”

“After dragging this out for so long, I just hope she can wash her neck clean and wait patiently for me to cut off her head.”

Without his shield, the dwarf could no longer stand with Raslaufer to clear the way, and instead, he and Angrita flanked Daisy on either side. Spellcasters usually require close protection, and this was especially true for the poet who had struck the hag the previous night.

However, since there were no forks in the passage behind them, the group unconsciously ignored the potential threat from behind. As they disappeared into the depths of the tunnel, a pointed leather hat comically "emerged" from the pool of blood beneath the fallen rat-man assassin, with fresh blood still dripping down its folds. And jumping out from beneath it was a small goblin, shriveled and resembling a little old man.

"Sniff, sniff..." The scimitar-like nose twitched in the air, while the evil little eyes quickly locked onto the direction Reslaufer and the others had gone. They narrowed slightly, gleaming a dangerous red light against the backdrop of the huge scythe behind them. And as their owners ran, their massive, heavy iron boots silently swept over every corpse on the ground.

Red Hats, these small, bloodthirsty spirits, are born from blood and serve evil masters. The best among them are often able to detect the creatures that created them through killing and make them their first targets.

"boom!"

A pair of iron boots exploded in the air, creating a sonic boom. As von Dahl crouched down to break the trap, Red Hat immediately launched an attack, shooting straight at the dwarf like a catapult projectile. As a cunning smile bloomed on his face, two sharp blades popped out from the iron boots!

However, before it could truly transform its smile into a roar, a greatsword was already in the air, blocking all its path forward!

A loud noise came from the metal, and Reslaufer showed a slight look of surprise. He swayed on the spot and took a step back before he was completely steady—this little thing was so strong!

"Uh?"

Red Hat had the same question, and what was even more similar was that neither of them dwelled on it any longer. In just two seconds, Raslaw once again clashed head-on with that strange little guy!

"Old Lei, I'm here to help you!" Daisy, who had just been nearly beheaded by the giant scythe, was startled, but before she could chant a spell for the goblin, Angrita's longsword began to sing from the other side.

When the sneak attack failed, a small bipedal monster with strange claws and a carapace immediately jumped into the shadows. When the creature reappeared, Angelita noticed that the white marks on its claws were gone!

There's more than one monster!

"Watch out, this thing has—" The dwarf noticed the other three under the dark vision, but in just a moment, one of them disappeared from its original spot and appeared in front of Daisy the next second, about to cut the poet into pieces with a swing of its claws!

"—Teleport!"

As a wisp of silvery smoke dissipated in the passageway, the monster's claws landed on empty air, while Daisy appeared in the middle of the other monsters. A mocking smile played on her delicate face as her fingers landed on the zither and plucked a powerful note!

A deafening noise suddenly exploded at the center of the three monsters!

"You're not the only ones who can teleport! Smash them, you bastards!"

"die!!!"

At the same time, Red Hat finally found an opening in Raslaufer's defenses, and charged headlong into the mercenary's arms, roaring as it brandished its scythe. It was just a hair's breadth away; Red Hat was certain it could sever the human's head.

But it could never happen, because when the red-hatted girl lowered her head, trembling, what she saw was a battle knife that had completely sunk into her throat and almost pierced through it.

"Not much skill, but quite a commotion." Raslaufer sneered, flipping his greatsword behind his back, just enough to block a monster's sneak attack from behind.

The armored monster was startled, but it was too late to retreat. As the mercenary kicked the red hat away, the blade of the battle knife severed one of the monster's claws before it disappeared into the shadows!

Chapter 288 Adamantite Golem

"These four things are called the 'Weakness-Bullying Monsters,' but it's a pity they chose to ambush Old Lei; they picked the wrong person."

As the last monster fled Daisy's starlight, it was caught up by Raslauver in two steps and chopped to the ground with a single blow. The dwarf spat and spoke with a hint of pity.

Like the ratmen, these monsters often clash with dwarves in underground caves. They are born with the ability to release a powerful spiritual aura, and when they gather in groups of three or four, it is enough to instill fear in even the strongest and bravest warriors among the dwarves.

But this obviously doesn't work on Raslaufer, who is usually the one who instills fear in his opponents, not the other way around.

“Bring on whatever tricks you have up your sleeve,” Raslaw said, carrying a sword in one hand and a knife in the other, as he slowly walked through the death-filled passageway. “Or has the witch run out of spells?”

"Don't be too happy yet, baby!" With a "bang," a cloud of dark green poisonous mist exploded not far in front of the mercenaries. The hag, clearly an illusion, glared venomously at Leslaufer and the others. "You still have time to go back now! Otherwise, when the hag gets angry, all your skulls will become exquisite ornaments on her skirt!"

“I really didn’t know you were wearing a dress,” Daisy said, pursing her lips. “Is that the rag you’re wearing?”

"You damned clown, if you dare to open your mouth again, I'll turn you and that thing on you into pie filling!" Granny Nightingale glared angrily at the poet, her long claws pointing meaningfully at Daisy's head. "You'd better stand on my side and not force me."

“You’re overthinking it. What else do you want?” The bard was completely unmoved by her words, waving his hand to unleash a burst of noise that instantly shattered the illusion. “I have nothing to hide from my friends.”

"'The one on your body'?" von Dahl turned his head in confusion, while the poet raised her violin.

"You could probably still find the strings in the hag's human flesh pie."

That's a reasonable explanation. After all, witches are creatures who never act according to common sense.

“It seems we’ve left her with no other choice,” Angelita said, brandishing her longsword. “She can only resort to such tricks to intimidate us.”

"Then let her mouth be shut forever—or I'd rather it never close." Leslaufer snorted, swung his sword to disperse the lingering poisonous mist in front of him, and charged straight ahead.

There were no more traps ahead, and nothing else blocking their path. After passing through a few short corners, in what used to be the druid society's meeting hall, the Night Witch, her face grim, grabbed a clay pot and stared at the four people who had barged in with her small eyes.

“You’ve chosen the wrong path,” she said hoarsely, raising her staff. “You think four people are enough to kill me, to kill Granny Nightingale?!”

On the ground, corpses began to hum and tremble as they tried to rise, but Raslaufer gave them no chance. Before most of the undead even appeared, his boots had crushed them beneath his feet, and he charged toward the Hag like a heavy chariot.

"Get away from Grandma!" The witch stomped her foot on the ground, causing the earth and stones beneath her feet to churn and transform into waves and spikes that hurtled towards Leslaufer. But the mercenary leaped high, leaving these obstacles completely beneath him, and amidst the useless magical clay sculptures lay the witch's terrified face!

Is that the end? No.

The mercenary keenly caught a smug smile on the monster's face and hastily hurled his greatsword, sending himself flying backward in the opposite direction.

At the same time, accompanied by a deafening roar, the stone wall beside the witch was suddenly shattered by brute force, and the huge metal shell crashed into the warrior who was still in the air!

Reslaufer slammed into the wall on the other side!

"You think Grandma will let you get close so easily?!" Grandma Nightingale shrieked. "Kill them, my darling!"

"You're all dead!" On the massive construct, the little devil Barbasabalon, as small as a pebble, roared louder than anyone else. Under its control, the golem beneath it deftly changed direction and swung its fist at the stunned three others!

"Adamantite Golem?! How did you get your hands on that?!" Vondar exclaimed in shock. "Get out of its way! You can't take this kind of thing head-on!"

"Uncle Nareslaufer—"

"I'm fine...!"

Raslaufer struggled to pry himself out of the wall with his right arm, but his other arm hung awkwardly at his side, clearly unusable.

A golem of adamantite? Raslaufer had only heard rumors of such a thing among the dwarven clans of the East Sea. How could a hag possibly possess one—it could absolutely not have been created by her!

And... is it controlled by a little devil?

"Barbasabaron, what are you doing?!"

While everyone was being chased around by a magnificent adamantine golem that they couldn't harm even with all their might, Daisy's mental link exploded. Zhengling roared angrily, her voice completely different from her usual self.

"I'm helping you guys! Hahahaha!!"

The little devil's voice sounded utterly irrational: "Controlling this big guy took a lot of effort, it would be a shame if we couldn't make it useful!"

"You've gone too far! That soldier is one of our main fighting forces. You've injured him so badly, we won't be able to get you out!"

"No, no, no, you're wrong, terribly wrong!" Barbasabalon laughed wildly both outwardly and inwardly. "Only this way can you succeed! That old witch has a Heart Stone on her body. As long as she can still activate it, you can't easily kill her, and I won't be able to be free either!"

"Now, she's going to cast a spell, so come up in front of me!"

"They're scurrying around like three ants... O spirit of the earth, help me bind my enemies!" The hag watched the disheveled group with a sinister gaze, then suddenly shattered a bottle on her body. Earthy-yellow magical energy surged around her, transforming into threads that rushed towards Angrita. However, before she could truly bind the girl to the golem's iron fist, the adamantine golem itself suddenly stepped aside, completely obscuring her vision!

"Damn it!" The Earthbind spell, having lost its target, vanished into thin air, leaving only its enraged caster. "Get out of my way, you idiot! You're blocking my view!"

"If you're so good, then you do it, my foolish and evil master!" Barbasabalon roared as usual. "Do you even know how difficult it is to control such a huge thing?!"

Chapter 289 The Little Devil's Freedom

"Then get back to me!"

Grandma Nightingale stretched out her claws and yanked hard towards the golem. The little devil's frail figure was thrown into the air and landed on the old woman's broad shoulders. "Stay put! Otherwise, you'll lose both your wings and your tail!"

The adamantine golem froze briefly due to the change of its controller, giving everyone a chance to readjust their positions. Daisy grabbed her violin, and amidst a burst of intense music, a strong wind suddenly rose from the ground, engulfing the poet and carrying her toward the distracted hag.

"Taste my mind spear again, you ugly thing!"

Even a single insult could penetrate the witch's mind with its spiritual power. Although this level of magic could not effectively harm the witch, it forced her to be on high alert and subconsciously prepare to defend against the dragon spell that might come.

The embarrassing scene of being tricked last night was still fresh in her mind, and Granny Nightingale had to be on high alert to deal with this human who also had a demon by his side. However, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed that the warrior with the missing arm was actually holding a sword in one hand, trying to sneak up behind her and launch a sneak attack?

How could we possibly let him succeed!

"Get away from me!" Both jars were smashed to the ground at the same time, and six tiny meteors, like evil bees, immediately rose up around the hag. As the bard tested her again, an unbreakable barrier rose in the monster's mind, completely isolating her music and magic from the outside.

"Damn it, she can focus on two of these spells at the same time?"

“Otherwise, why do you think she’s a legend throughout Western Inathas?” Barbasa Balon’s voice echoed Daisy and Zheng Ling’s unanimous curses over the connection. “She can also control an adamantite golem at the same time!”

Daisy tumbled and rolled away on the ground, leaving a huge fist-shaped imprint where she had stood. Had her fragile body been trapped between the adamantite fist and the earth, her journey would likely have ended there.

"Spear of the Mind, pierce through—" In desperation, the poet's forehead glowed with a shimmering light once more. However, this hasty spellcasting was clearly insufficient. After only a few flashes, the spear of the mind that had terrified the witch went out on its own, and no matter how Daisy called out to it, it could not be replicated.

"Bluster!" With a wave of her hand, the Hag separated two of the six meteors around her, which hurtled towards Leslaufer. Meanwhile, the adamantine golem completely ignored the difficult-to-approach von Dahl and Angrita, and launched a fierce attack on Daisy relentlessly.

"It seems two of your friends are no help," Zheng Ling's voice rang out. "So what do you plan to do now? The witch has wrapped herself up tightly, and the construct won't be able to interfere with your mind."

"Do you intend to use your instrument to move this massive, ton-sized behemoth?"

"What else can I do? Of course I have to believe it!" Daisy gritted her teeth and narrowly escaped the golem's attack once again. Her eyes darted around, and a silver light flashed within them for a moment.

"In a place like this, this golem is practically invincible. The only way to deal with it is to target its controller—Old Lei!"

Although the shout was directed at Raslaufer, it was aimed at the hag who was still multitasking. As she swung two more meteors at the approaching mercenary, a piercing pain suddenly broke through her mental barrier, causing her to hesitate for a moment!

In that split second, Raslaufer had already deflected the attack in front of him, and with his still intact right arm, he wielded his battle sword, slashing down at the old hag after breaking through the last two meteors!

Damn it!

This catastrophic mistake nearly terrified the old hag, and fueled her intense hatred for Daisy. She casually tossed out the remaining two meteors, then teleported to the side of the adamantine golem: "This is the second time! How dare you tamper with my body! I'll kill you first!"

I hope you can do it!

Daisy's figure vanished instantly beneath the adamantine golem's fist using the elusive movement technique. Just as the hag attempted to manipulate the golem again to pinpoint the poet's location, with a thought, the tall construct behind her—

It didn't budge an inch!

"What's going on?" The witch was startled and, for some reason, instinctively raised her paw to her shoulder, trying to grab her little devil pet. But it was empty. Barbasabalon was standing on the table next to where she had been sitting, looking at the bewildered witch with a vengeful satisfaction.

"It's time!" With Daisy's shout, von Dahl and Angrita finally seized the opportunity, attacking the hag from both directions. Although the hag overturned another jar, using powerful magic to distort the space around Angrita and teleport her far away, the dwarf wielding the owl-headed warhammer managed to hold the hag off for a moment, holding out until Leslaufer caught up.

"Stop playing around and hand over control right now!" the witch roared at the little devil in her mind, but all she got in return was a finger that the hateful little thing stretched out and waved. She, who could have seized control of the golem, was now completely unable to control the invincible giant behind her!

In desperation, the witch instinctively prepared to activate the power of the Heart Stone on her body. However, even after using her claws and staff to deflect three attacks from the dwarf, she remained standing in place, showing no intention of entering the Aetherial plane!

The world has abandoned her? That's impossible! The old hag hurriedly looked up and saw the little devil lying on the table, listlessly tossing a black gem that was of life and death to her.

"How dare you betray me?!" Granny Nightingale was furious. "You'll be torn to pieces by them just like them!"

"Hmm, what if I'm going to drag you down with me?" The little devil's smug look indicated that its situation was clearly not the same as the witch's.

"The demon within that girl!" The old hag finally understood everything at the last moment. "When did this happen?!"

"You escaped with your life last night, busy making the porridge," Barbasabalon was just about to proudly recount how he had betrayed the witch right under her nose when his entire body flew up uncontrollably, being pulled towards the witch. "No, no, no! Put me down, put me down!"

"You will die before me!" The Night Witch's body suddenly swelled up as if inflated, while her height began to shrink. The Night Witch's physique was slightly different from that of ordinary witches; her true form was that of a plump woman of average height. "You must understand who your master is!"