My inventory is full of monster materials.

Splash! Splash!

A sticky, flowing sound came from behind the tree trunk.

Immediately afterwards, Clyde, pale-faced, leaned against a tree trunk and walked out, his legs trembling.

"grown ups!"

Upon seeing this, Orion immediately stepped forward considerately, firmly supporting his arm with a face full of concern.

On the other side, Brady, pinching his nose and looking disgusted, brought over a bucket of yellowish, sticky liquid and slammed it down in front of Henry and Mark—next to it were four other buckets of the same thing, neatly arranged.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't gold juice, but rather sheep fat created by Clyde using the first-circle spell "Greasy" (the amount of fat produced depends on the medium used in the spell).

Mark, the instigator, greeted us warmly with a perfectly measured smile.

"How are you?"

"Uh... it's... okay, I guess."

Clyde rubbed his throbbing temples, glancing at the five buckets of mutton fat on the ground, and felt a sudden emptiness wash over him.

Admittedly, this mutton fat was not extracted from his body, but it was a magical construct created by using a magical model to mimic the structure of fat.

I just didn't expect Mark to be so ruthless, actually making him cast a first-level spell five times in a row, squeezing out every last drop of magic from his body.

Clyde noticed that Mark still looked unsatisfied, so he braced himself and asked.

"Mark, are you sure fire will work?"

"certainly."

Mark confidently explained the tactics.

"If you pour oil on those animals and add a fire to them, they will burn and run wildly, trampling and killing countless people."

"If we then re-enter the battlefield, we will surely be able to easily inflict heavy damage on the enemy."

Clyde sighed, somewhat resigned to his fate.

"Okay. That does sound promising."

The next second, Mark skillfully pulled out a clear blue test tube of liquid and a stub of mutton tallow candle from his waist bag and handed them over.

"Mr. Clyde, let's work a little harder. We've just collected six buckets. There are six of us, one bucket each."

"what!"

Clyde stared in disbelief at the potion before him—a "basic magic potion" he had personally crafted and given to Mark to replenish his magic, only to find himself using it first.

Mark stared at the bewildered and helpless look on the other side, and a feeling of indescribable joy welled up inside him.

This guy, during the council meeting, he was subtly hinting at his spell limits. Now let me see what his limits are.

Seeing that Clyde hadn't taken the item for a long time, Mark had no choice but to feign a regretful expression.

"Five buckets it is, it's not a bad idea, it just means the fire will burn a little slower, giving the Slime King more time to react..."

Henry and the others exchanged glances, and wisely remained silent.

Clyde's face flushed red and then turned pale. He gritted his teeth, snatched the magic potion from Mark's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

"No need to say anything! I'll give it to you!"

"grown ups..."

Orion, seeing his stubbornness, couldn't help but want to speak up and dissuade him, but Clyde shook off his hand and resolutely turned around, walking back behind the tree trunk.

Splash! Splash!

The sixth barrel of mutton fat is ready.

......

Merito Falls.

On a high slope in the dense forest, six people, covered in thick dire wolf pelts, cautiously lay prone, peering through the gaps in the grass at the devastated scene around the pool below, their eyes filled with awe.

"That deer is actually eating raw meat?"

"My God, have all these animals gone mad?"

"How could there be so many drowned small animals in the pond?"

"It's like a lewd banquet for nobles; everyone's acting like they're on drugs."

...

The team members lowered their voices and expressed their astonishment.

Only Clyde, with his heavy dark circles under his eyes, stared intently at the Brain Core Slime King in the pool below the waterfall, his eyes devoid of any other thoughts, only the purest yearning.

Mark had seen this scene before, so he didn't say anything, but just kept repeating the tactics.

"Listen to me carefully. In a moment, you will pour the grease into the designated areas. Don't concentrate it in one spot. Pour it around the edges, and don't go deep into the grout."

Henry shifted his position closer.

"Won't they react if we just pour this on them?"

"no..."

Mark gestured with his chin toward the nearest groups of animals.

Do you think they would care?

Everyone looked in the direction he indicated.

Tigers and stags swap prey, wolves and sheep engage in an incestuous relationship, and goblins become walking USB drives—plugging in wherever they go...

Henry fell silent.

Everyone fell silent.

Finally, Mark broke the silence and offered a reminder.

"But you must be careful. When you move, you must keep your body bent and make sure the wolf skin you are wearing doesn't fall off, otherwise, the slime king might notice you."

"Um."

"clear."

...

Then, each of them carrying a bucket of grease and holding a Molotov cocktail with leaping flames, they scattered and gathered at the edge of the biota.

As Mark approached the animal enclosure, he discovered that the situation had changed drastically from what he had just seen through the "Eye of Surveillance."

By this time, most of the animals had ingested neuro-hallucinogens and were beginning to indulge in a frenzied and absurd pleasure.

The entire site was in a state of biological hybridization, for example, AA, BB, ABA, BAB, ABC, ABCD...

It's a pity Mark isn't interested in biological hybridization, otherwise he would have written an observation report at least.

Immediately setting aside his tedious thoughts, Mark, using the cover of grass and bushes, kept an eye on the Slime King's movements over the pond while splashing sticky grease onto the animal.

The animals offered no resistance; in fact, they seemed to enjoy the sticky, pleasurable sensation.

Then, Mark splashed oil along the edge, and the other five did the same, their oil paths gradually closing into a loop.

Just then, the Brain Core Slime King suddenly stopped moving, and its faceless "head" scanned its surroundings.

Then, the colloid split open a large mouth, from which a mimicking tongue emerged, its tip forked, gently twitching and licking the scents in the air.

Actually, it felt very strange itself.

This time, the food was not only less in quantity but also of lower quality than last time.

However, the brain is quickly taken over by the instinct to eat.

So, never mind, what's done is done, eating is the priority.

The Slime King retracted its "tongue," and a giant tentacle extended from its body. It slapped several goblins running around on the shore to death, then rolled them into its body and chewed them up.

All six members of the "White Eagle" squad lay prone on the ground, barely daring to breathe, clutching their wolf pelts tightly. Seeing the Slime King resume eating, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Mark stared at the enormous object in the pool, lost in thought.

This Slime King is definitely not simple; it has surely evolved a considerable level of intelligence, capable of some thought and perception. We'll have to be careful in the upcoming battles.

Their first tactical step has been completed.

Let the flames purify everything!

Mark slowly stood up and raised the Molotov cocktail in his hand.

Members from all directions followed suit upon seeing this.

The next second, they slammed the Molotov cocktails in their hands onto the ground.

boom!

The Molotov cocktail shattered, and orange flames burst forth, instantly igniting the grease on the ground.

boom!

In an instant, the wall of fire spread wildly along the grease, eventually surrounding all the animals.