As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

As the crawling sound drew closer, everyone in the camp could clearly feel the ground trembling.

Deep within the rift valley, a colossal creature that could shatter one's sanity slowly emerged.

It stands five meters tall, its body crudely stitched together from countless rotting corpses, resembling a mountain of flesh, with a dozen pairs of eyes of varying sizes blinking erratically on its torso.

In the middle of the torso, a huge heart was beating powerfully, with pus flowing out with each beat.

[Lord-level BOSS: Flesh Glutton - Stitched Corpse Puppet Lv.20]

This visually striking scene was broadcast across the entire internet through DaBolu's live stream.

[Livestream chat]:

Holy crap! My sanity is plummeting!

[Did this modeler just get out of a mental hospital? This is so idiotic!]

[How many people are inside that belly?]

Am I the only one who thinks it's kind of cute? A stitched-together style? (This user has been banned)

"Brothers! The level is a question mark! It's definitely a big BOSS!" Although Big Pineapple felt a little nauseous looking at the monster, he was more excited.

"First kill today! Tank, push forward! Healer... oh no healer, everyone drink potions and tank! Charge!"

More than thirty players charged forward with roars.

However, harsh reality soon slapped them in the face.

Although this corpse puppet was extremely clumsy, allowing players to easily unleash a barrage of attacks from behind, the iron swords in the players' hands only dealt a series of single-digit damage when striking its thick, rotting flesh.

-5, -8, -12...

And the BOSS's head was displaying green text every second: +560.

"We can't damage it! It's healing faster than we can kill it!" Old Ghost cried out in despair.

Just then, a player who was positioned at the front got greedy and attacked, causing the corpse puppet's right arm, which was stitched with iron chains, to suddenly swing out.

The player was hooked from several meters away and, before he could even scream, was swallowed whole by the corpse puppet's enormous mouth, which had split open to its abdomen.

The sliver of health that had been worn away was instantly restored, and a shield was even added.

[Livestream chat]:

Good heavens, this isn't fighting monsters, it's delivering takeout to them!

[Meituan delivery rider: Your blood pack has been delivered, please use it.]

[Hilarious! The boss says these little oddballs are really unique in appearance, and quite delicious too.]

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Big Pineapple understood the mechanism and his face turned pale.

"This monster can eat people to heal! We're basically a bunch of walking health potions now! Back to camp!"

While running back, Big Diablo didn't forget to try and salvage the situation for his viewers: "Brothers, this is definitely a scripted kill! The current version is impossible to beat. This must be part of the main storyline. Look at other spawn points, where else do you see such a scene?"

The players retreated like a tide back to the newly repaired watchtower camp.

On the battlefield, only two figures remained.

Clad in a black robe, Moen used the high mobility of [Frosty Wind Shadow] to weave around the corpse puppets.

In his previous life, he had dealt with many such things in the realm of the dead under the jurisdiction of the Tranquil Soul Hall. He knew very well that although these corpse puppets varied in form, their core mechanism was the same: they were desperately fleshy and had their own death speech.

Especially that Deathrattle effect; once it's dealt, the person who dealt the final blow will instantly suffer a backlash. So you not only have to attack, but you also have to control who gets the final hit.

"We have to deal enough damage to stop its healing, otherwise we can't kill it at all." Moen stared at the exposed heart, calculating the boss's total health.

"Frosty Curtain Flame!" In the distance, Lily stood atop the watchtower, and an icy blue wall of fire rose beneath the BOSS's feet.

Although it can cause damage and slow down enemies, it's still a drop in the ocean compared to Lily's 50,000 to 60,000 health points. Moreover, Lily's face is getting paler and paler, and her magic power is about to run out.

"Pray with the power of the stars." A cold female voice suddenly rang out.

A purple glow flashed, and a highly concentrated arcane missile struck the corpse puppet precisely.

Moen turned around and saw that Elwin had appeared at the edge of the battlefield at some point.

"I'm just saying I'm not involved in any actions targeting the church, but I'll help if you're in danger."

"Thanks." Moen's lips curled up slightly. The fact that Elwin was able to arrive so quickly meant that she had been keeping an eye on Moen's situation.

As for the possibility that Elwin's appearance might expose his identity, Moen didn't care. Perhaps Cecio already knew his identity through François's connection.

With the addition of Elwin, a top-tier turret, the battle situation stabilized somewhat.

Elwin's damage output was terrifying; each Arcane Blast could take away hundreds of points of health. With the cooperation of the three, the monster's health finally slowly dropped to 90%.

But that's still not enough, and Elwin's magic isn't limitless either.

Just as Moen was pondering a way to break the deadlock, an unexpected change occurred.

"It's right down there! Those are demons created by a cult!" Suddenly, countless torches lit up on the cliff above the rift valley.

Judge Cecio stood on the high platform, pointing at Moen and the corpse puppet below, and roared righteously, "The God-given have colluded with the undead! All of you, listen to my command: fire your arrows! Purify this filthy land!"

"But sir, there's more down there..."

"Fire! That's an order!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh." A dense rain of arrows fell from the sky.

Moen's pupils contracted, and he quickly pulled Elwin behind a boulder.

Most of the arrows hit the massive corpse puppet, but this physical damage had no effect on it; instead, it enraged it.

The corpse puppet raised its head and, seeing that its outstretched arm could not reach the person above, it swung out the iron hook on its arm.

The huge iron hook flew towards the cliff with a whooshing sound, instantly hooking two city defense soldiers standing at the front and pulling them down!

"Crunch." A chewing sound rang out, and the corpse puppet's health returned to normal.

Cecio didn't stop; instead, he became even more frenzied: "Keep firing! Nail this monster and those cultists down there!"

Frustrated by the barrage of shots, the corpse puppet's pores opened, and high-pressure acid gushed out like a fountain against the cliff face, hissing as it corroded the rocks. Several unsteady prospective knights screamed as they fell from above.

"Save them!" Without the slightest hesitation, Moen rushed out of the cover.

Once these people fall down and are eaten by the corpse puppets, all the previous efforts will be in vain.

He moved with lightning speed, catching a falling young knight mid-air and tossing him behind a protruding boulder: "Hide! Don't come out!"

Then, with a few more leaps, he kicked the other two soldiers into the safe zone as well.

This scene was witnessed by everyone on the cliff.

"He's saving people? The cultists are saving our brothers?" The soldiers hesitated, and the arrows stopped flying sparsely.

Only the brainwashed, formally appointed knights of judgment mechanically carry out orders.

"Cultist! Die!" A young Judgment Knight, whom Moen had saved, drew his longsword as soon as he landed and, with bloodshot eyes, stabbed Moen in the back.

Without turning his head, Moen swung his sword hilt and slammed it hard into the knight's forehead. The knight's eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

"You're really giving me too much credit." Moen glanced at him coldly. "I can't beat this boss, but I can't even handle a level 11 mob like you?"

He casually tossed the knight into the safety recess like trash.

On the cliff, Cecio watched the rain of arrows gradually come to a halt, and the soldiers whose faces were filled with hesitation, his own face almost scrunched up.

The arrow rain did little damage to Moen; instead, his saving several people caused his prestige to waver.

"A bunch of useless people, they can't even make this much of a decision."

Cecio whispered a few words to his confidant, and a moment later, a group of civilians who had been blocked at the back were forcibly driven to the edge of the cliff.

"Get them out of here," Cecio said coldly.