My job list is full of alien girls.

Chapter 77 This wandering knight looks honest and simple, but his hands and feet are so dirty?

Hearing the two-headed ogre's furious roar, Alina in her consciousness space tensed up: "It seems we've been discovered—"

"That means it really has no magic power," Rhodes replied casually, showing no sign of panic.

Seeing the two-headed ogre that could only spew sparks, he shouted to Don Quixote and Milan, "It's out of magic! Attack it now, quick!"

"Whoosh—" Upon hearing this, Don Quixote's dim eyes lit up instantly, and he suddenly raised his greatsword, which had been hanging down.

Her arm, which had been so sore and numb she could barely lift it, suddenly found strength again. She took a powerful step forward, her greatsword whistling through the air as she swept it horizontally: "Take this!"

"How did you know—?" Milan was also taken aback, then suddenly realized that Hiro was involved.

Although he didn't know exactly how he broke through the opponent's defensive spell, the opportunity was right in front of him, so he had to give it his all!

Thinking of this, her magic power exhausted, she reached into her robe and pulled out three yellowed sheepskin scrolls.

This was a fireball spell scroll she had written out of boredom in the mage tower. She hadn't paid much attention to it before, but it just happened to come in handy now.

"It's you?!"

The human-faced head finally realized what was happening, its venomous gaze falling on Rhodes, who had been secretly plotting against it. It trembled with rage, "So it was you, you rat in the gutter, who stole my magic?"

This wandering swordsman looks honest and simple, so why are his hands and feet so dirty?

They can even steal magic?

Enraged, it disregarded its depleted magic power and charged towards Rhodes with its heavy battle axe, determined to smash the scheming fellow into a pulp.

Rhodes had anticipated this. He lightly touched the gravel with his feet, slid sideways, and moved like a shadow, skimming along the rock face.

The heavy battle axe whistled through the air and was slammed down by the enraged two-headed ogre onto the stone pillar where Rhodes had just been hiding. Shards of stone flew everywhere, and several pieces of stone hit its two heads with a thud, making them see stars.

"Idiot! Look carefully before you charge!" The human-faced head roared angrily, and just as it was about to turn around and chase, a strong wind suddenly came from behind.

"Drink!" Don Quixote seized the fleeting opening, braced himself, and slammed his greatsword and heavy armor together into the ogre's side.

call-

"Fall down before us!"

Even without the Stone Skin spell, the ogre's thick skin was enough to absorb most of the impact, but Don Quixote's full-force charge was still not to be underestimated.

With a muffled thud, the massive body swayed, staggered back several steps, and crashed directly into the pile of rubble it had just created.

"Ouch—!" It let out a miserable cry from the pain in its two heads. Just as it was about to get up, it felt a strong heat wave rushing towards it.

"Try this." Milan's scroll burned out, and three fireballs roared out, hitting the ogre precisely.

boom-

The explosions came one after another, and flames instantly engulfed the area.

The ogre let out a mournful howl. Its thick hide could not withstand the close-range explosion of the scroll. It was blown apart, and blackish-red blood mixed with charred flesh flowed down, revealing the bone.

It staggered back several steps, breathing heavily, and finally a hint of fear appeared in its eyes as it looked at the three of them.

Fortunately, thanks to its enhanced physique resulting from its own modifications, the wound on its waist and abdomen began to ooze blood and scabs in no time. Although it was still in excruciating pain, it no longer affected its mobility.

The human-faced head swept over the three people and the messy cave in front of it, its mind racing. Without Stone Skin and magic, it couldn't gain any advantage in a head-on fight. The nest was also destroyed. If it continued to drag it out, who knew what kind of reinforcements the other side might have. If it was caught, it would be finished.

"We'll do this later—" Its eyes darted around, and it whispered a few words into the pig's ear.

A moment later, both heads simultaneously unleashed a deafening roar.

"roar-

Its massive body suddenly leaned forward, its battle axe raised high, and it charged straight at Milan, seemingly prepared to take someone down with it even if it meant mutual destruction.

"?!" Milan was shocked when she saw this and instinctively picked up her staff to shield herself.

"Miss Milan, watch out!" Don Quixote's expression changed, and without thinking, he strode back to defend, his greatsword blocking the path of the opponent's charge, protecting Milan behind him, his entire body completely shielding her.

Just as the two-headed ogre seemed about to charge, it suddenly swerved, dodging Don Quixote, and ran wildly back in the direction they had come from, stepping on the gravel.

"Trying to run?!" Still shaken, Milan realized it was a feint and gritted her teeth in anger, ready to give chase.

"Haha, a bunch of idiots, you just wait!" The man-faced head shouted back as he ran, his voice filled with venom, "Once my experiment succeeds, I'll make you all—"

Just as it was laughing and running wildly, it suddenly felt itself trip over something soft and uneven. It subconsciously looked down and saw an unexpected creature.

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At my feet lay a little girl, half-human and half-wolf, tightly bound with hemp rope, her mouth stuffed with a wad of cloth, slowly pulling out a pupa.

Their eyes met, and both sides froze, revealing expressions of disbelief.

"You—" The human-faced head stared at her half-human, half-wolf face, first in astonishment, then overjoyed. "You're my experiment? It actually worked?!"

Although it didn't know when "Lily" arrived, it recognized its own handiwork at a glance, and upon seeing that the other party was still alive, it instantly realized that it had succeeded.

Unexpectedly, there was a pleasant surprise during the escape.

Lily's wolf eyes narrowed sharply, and the hairs on her body stood on end. She tried desperately to shrink back, but she was bound by ropes and could not move.

"Haha, then come with me!"

The two-headed ogre laughed wildly and was about to reach out to grab it when a terrifying sense of danger suddenly came from the back of its chest.

There was wind behind it.

call out-

Rhodes, who hadn't uttered a sound since the start of the battle, had already quietly drawn his longbow behind the stone pillar.

Instead of using iron arrows, he concentrated all the magic he had absorbed at his fingertips, and the arrows, made of pure magic, shone with a rich, brilliant blue-gold light, trembling slightly on the bow.

He hadn't made a move yet, waiting for the moment when his opponent would make a fatal mistake.

The moment he let go, a streak of cyan-gold light pierced the darkness of the cave, so fast that only a blur remained.

*Pfft*

The sharp magic arrow pierced through his blood-stained and scorched back without any resistance, exiting through his chest and embedding itself in the rock wall ahead, spraying black blood with it. The arrow's fletching continued to tremble.

The ogre's massive body froze in place, its two heads slowly lowering simultaneously, staring incredulously at the cyan-gold magic arrow protruding from its chest. The arrow then dissipated, transforming into a powerful gust of wind that surged through its body, slicing through its flesh and bones.

"Cough cough—Pfft—" The human face opened its mouth as if to say something, but only large mouthfuls of black blood gushed out.

"Woo-woo—" The pig-faced head let out a short whimper, and the axe crashed to the ground with a clang.

The massive body swayed, its knees buckled, and it fell forward, smashing into the rocks and scattering them, but it did not die immediately.

At the edges of the gruesome wounds on his body, the muscles were writhing and contracting uncontrollably, trying to heal quickly.

But the cyan-gold magic was like countless tiny wind blades, repeatedly cutting through the thick flesh and blood. Just as it began to heal, it was shredded again, and dark red blood gushed out, flowing down the cracks in the rubble.

The two heads twitched occasionally, and the human face made a gurgling sound in its throat; the pig face had drooping ears, with only exhaled air left and no inhaled air, yet it just couldn't swallow its last breath.

"This vitality is just too outrageous." Milan stepped forward, looking at the bizarre sight of the wound repeatedly healing and then bursting open, her brows furrowed.

In other words, the opponent is tough and thick-skinned; an ordinary monster would have been torn to shreds by such magic long ago.

As she spoke, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of something moving forward in an arching motion beside the pile of rubble.

Looking down, I saw Lily, who was tightly bound with hemp rope and had a rag stuffed in her mouth.

At this moment, its fur was covered with blood and ash, making it look disheveled and comical. It was blushing and secretly trying to hide in the shadows to minimize its presence.

Milan's lips twitched twice, then he turned to look at Don Quixote with a blank expression.

"—How did it get here?"

"Oh dear!" Don Quixote followed her gaze, then slapped his forehead, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment and laughing awkwardly.

"This, this battle came too suddenly! I just put it down and forgot about it—oh, so it was here, ha, haha," she laughed guiltily, her eyes darting around, not daring to meet Milan's gaze, for fear of being scolded.

They were eavesdropping when they were suddenly discovered by the two-headed ogre. She completely forgot that Lily was on her shoulder and threw her out.

"Hmm—" Rhodes glanced at them, then looked down at the two-headed ogre.

He raised his hand to nock an arrow, and the bowstring vibrated repeatedly with a few crisp "thuds".

Four iron arrows pierced the ogre's two wrists and ankles with pinpoint accuracy, firmly fixing its massive body to the gravel ground and completely eliminating any possibility of a final counterattack.

The wrist and ankle bones were pierced by the nails, and the excruciating pain caused both heads to scream in agony at the same time.

The pig's head was in so much pain that it kept shaking its ears, its tusks were grinding together, and its limbs were nailed shut so it couldn't move. It could only make a pitiful and painful snorting sound.

The man's face, with veins bulging on his forehead, turned his neck with difficulty, his cloudy eyes fixed on Rhodes, who was half-squatting in front of him, his eyes filled with both hatred and fear.

"What exactly do you want? Are you trying to torture me?" it roared, coughing up blood, its voice hoarse like a broken gong. After a pause, it asked again, unwilling to give up, "If my magic hadn't suddenly disappeared, do you think you could defeat me?"

Upon hearing this, Milan and Don Quixote, recalling the sudden plot twist earlier, also looked at Rod with curiosity.

Rhodes didn't answer, but instead squatted down and looked down at the human face and head, saying, "I'll ask you a few questions. I'll ask, and you answer."

"You think I'll just answer because you tell me to? Who the hell do you think you are?" it asked defiantly, not forgetting to throw in a few swear words.

Rhodes thought for a moment, then flicked the arrow on its wrist.

"Ouch! That hurts!" The two heads instinctively cried out in pain.

But it seems that the pain from the wound has become so intense that it has gone numb, and the original sensation has been lost.

A moment later, it stubbornly retorted, "Ha—ha! It doesn't hurt!"

"Alright, still a tough guy." Rhodes nodded upon seeing this.

Just as the man breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Rhodes turn his head and wave to Don Quixote beside him.

"Come on, beat it up." Rod moved over to make room for her.

Don Quixote is strong and energetic, so it's best to leave this to her.

"Alright!" Don Quixote walked over excitedly, raised his greatsword and smashed it down on the opponent's massive body.

The shock made its entire body of fat tremble three times, and it almost fainted from the shock.

"Accept the punishment of our righteous fist!"

Isn't this a sword?

Similar thoughts simultaneously crossed the minds of the people present.

It's unclear whether this is a question about Don Quixote's actions or an evaluation of the two-headed cannibal's self-inflicted suffering.

With a few more thuds, the ogre's thick hide swelled up.

The human face and head finally couldn't take it anymore and hissed and gasped for breath, shouting, "Stop! Stop! Don't hit me! It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

"Alright, don't beat him to death!" Milan shouted, unable to bear the sight.

"Phew—" Don Quixote then reluctantly sheathed his sword.

"Don't think that begging for mercy can wash away your sins," she said righteously, looking at the ogre whose face was contorted in pain. "My master said that demons don't feel pain."

"Especially for a man-eating monster like you, all your actions are just to lower the adventurers' guard."

Upon hearing this, Rod seemed to be deep in thought.

"You don't actually believe it, do you?" Alina couldn't help but ask in the consciousness space.

"But I think what her master said makes a lot of sense," Rod said earnestly.

Milan, the only one still focused on the important matter, stepped forward, lightly tapping the ground with her staff. Looking at the two-headed ogre with a serious expression, she said, "Speak, who taught you these modification experiments? Who is your master?"

The human-faced head, panting heavily, glared venomously at the three of them, but dared not speak defiantly any longer.

"Nobody taught me—I was born this way."

"What do you mean?" Milan frowned upon hearing this. "You weren't created by humans?"

Its voice was hoarse, with a hint of obsession, "As far back as I can remember, I've had two heads, and I'm this big."

"This wretched place is full of stupid goblins and dumb dire wolves, all they do is howl like it," it turned its head and glanced at the pig-faced head that had already fainted, "There isn't even a single one of its kind who can talk."

"What does that have to do with all that you've done?" Milan frowned.

"I need my kind! I want to build my own kind!" it roared, then muttered to itself, "Goblins are too stupid, and humans won't accept me, but what if I created a combination of humans and monsters—"

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"No wonder it's so ugly," Rod muttered, squinting, and glanced at Lily beside him.

Upon hearing this, the two monsters on the ground instantly bristled.

"Waaaaah!"

How dare you insult a great Dharma Master?!

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