Slime Immortal

They were implicated.

In the abyss of the obsidian mines, the goblins established a blood rule - if one person escapes, everyone will be punished.

As long as they were implicated, they would be whipped, their already meager food would be withheld, or even thrown into the deepest and most dangerous mines... Every "collective punishment" meant one step closer to death.

The two goblin warriors grinned, revealing their yellow and black fangs, and weighed the heavy one-handed hammers in their hands. The dark red blood spots on the copper nails were particularly glaring in the dim light.

The hammer heads collided with each other, making a dull and threatening "bang" sound.

The goblin overseer looked at the fear on the slaves' faces with satisfaction and grinned, "Master Uru, I'm in a good mood today. If you are willing to identify the traitor, not only will you not be punished, you will also receive a whole loaf of black bread."

"Tell me, who is it?"

The three words "black bread" were like a curse, causing the suppressed commotion in the camp to erupt again.

The slaves' eyes flashed with hungry green light, and their gazes became wandering, filled with suspicion and greed, scraping across their former companions like knives.

A skinny human slave's eyes flickered violently, and his throat moved as if he was about to speak.

"it's me!"

A hoarse voice sounded, drowning out all the whispers.

The crowd parted, and a dwarf with bronze skin and a gnarled beard stood out.

He was not tall, but he was as steady as a weathered rock, and there was no fear in his eyes.

His name was Anvil, a name that once accompanied him as he forged glory beside the fire and hammer, but now it has become a humble number in the mine.

"Humph, the short guy is really tough!"

The Goblin Overseer narrowed his triangular eyes, grinned, and waved his hand, "Drag him over here!"

Two goblin warriors immediately pounced on Anvil like hungry wolves, roughly twisted his thick arms, and dragged him in front of the overseer.

Anvil didn't struggle, but just gritted his teeth, his bronze face tense.

"Snapped!"

Without any nonsense, the whip tore through the air and hit the broad back of the anvil hard. The rough linen cloth broke instantly, a hideous blood mark burst out, and the flesh rolled up.

"Uh!"

Tiezhen's body trembled violently, and he let out a muffled groan. Veins popped out on his forehead and beads of sweat rolled down his face, but he gritted his teeth tightly and refused to say a word.

"Tough? I wonder how long you can be tough!"

The overseer was enraged by his silence, his triangular face twisted, and the whip in his hand turned into a shadow.

“Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap—!”

The whip was like a poisonous snake, biting the dwarf's tough body madly, and every time it fell, it brought up a cloud of blood mist and torn cloth.

Anvil's body trembled violently under the whip, and his back, shoulders, and arms soon became a bloody mess. Blood soaked through his torn clothes and dripped onto the muddy ground.

He still didn't scream, only an uncontrollable growl came from the depths of his throat.

The slaves around watched in horror, some turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any longer, while others had complicated expressions, the greed in their eyes was instantly extinguished by the cruelty before their eyes, leaving only fear and the desolate grief of the rabbit's death and the fox's grief.

I don't know how many times he was whipped until Anvil's body went limp and he no longer had the strength to stand. He only managed to stay upright thanks to the two goblin warriors holding him up.

The overseer then stopped panting, shook off the blood on the whip, and kicked the almost unconscious anvil to the ground with disgust.

"Bah! Useless trash!"

It spat on the ground, and its triangular eyes swept over the silent group of slaves, then randomly pointed at a few human slaves.

"You! And you! Come here!"

The screams sounded again.

The overseer mercilessly whipped the unfortunate guys until they rolled on the ground and fainted from the pain.

It stamped its boot on the face of an unconscious slave.

"Watch this carefully! If I catch anyone sneaking out again, it won't just be a whipping. I'll nail your hands and feet to the rocks and let the poisonous rock scorpions slowly gnaw away your flesh! Do you understand?"

Faced with this naked threat, all the slaves lowered their heads deeply and no one dared to make a sound.

The goblin overseer looked at this silent "surrender" with satisfaction, and left the camp with the warriors, uttering a shrill laugh.

It wasn't until the laughter completely disappeared deep into the mine that the camp came alive again.

The slaves, numb from having survived a disaster, dragged their unconscious companions back to the shack.

"It's all his fault! If he hadn't wanted to run away..."

"It makes everyone starve..."

"Forget it."

Low murmurs of curses spread among the crowd.

Complaining is one of the few ways they can vent their emotions.

In a hidden corner of the shack, several ragged human slaves took advantage of the chaos and quickly carried the unconscious Anvil back.

One of the little boys had tears in his eyes at this moment. He tightly grasped the cold hand of the anvil, and blamed himself in a choked voice.

"It's all my fault... It's all my fault that I was accidentally seen and hurt Brother Anvil..."

"Hush! Little John, be quiet!"

A man with a hideous scar on his face immediately covered the little boy's mouth.

The man's name is Kane, and he is the leader of this group of slaves.

His sharp eyes swept outside the shack. "They are staring at us."

Little John followed Kane's gaze and saw that the eyes of the slaves outside were full of resentment and hostility, as if they were the culprits.

Kane and his companions felt a sense of sadness rising from the bottom of their hearts.

Even though they were all reduced to slaves, in this dark mine, people were still full of suspicion and resentment towards each other and could not truly unite.

They quickly checked the anvil's injuries and their hearts sank to the bottom.

The whip marks were so deep that the bones were visible. He had lost too much blood. Coupled with the harsh environment and scarce food in the mine, even with the dwarf's strong physique, in such a weak state, there was probably little hope.

"Brother Anvil..."

A companion said in a hoarse voice, filled with despair, "He might... not make it."

A heavy atmosphere enveloped this small corner, and despair was like a cold stone, making it hard to breathe.

Soon the slave camp returned to peace, and the slaves returned to their huts and waited around, leaving only Little John to take care of the anvil, and they left behind a few pieces of food.

After an unknown amount of time, the little fat boy, hidden in the dark shadows of the camp, moved.

snort!

Its gel body swelled angrily, remembering the kick the goblin overseer had just given it.

I, a little old man, will remember this grudge!

After muttering for a while, its gaze fell on the seriously injured dwarf.

Chen Yu looked through its line of sight. If he was not mistaken, the group of human slaves who had just taken care of the dwarves were the corrupted believers he had seen when he explored the mining area last time.

The slaves in the mining area come from different races and different places, and their beliefs are numerous and diverse. It is normal to find a few corrupt believers among them.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

A way to reach the corrupted believer and complete his evil plans.

When the camp fell into a completely exhausted silence, Little Fatty and the nanny brothers reunited. Under Chen Yu's command, they quietly avoided scattered debris and sleeping slaves, and slowly moved towards the location of the seriously injured dwarf.

Chapter 124 The Soft God

Ugh...it stinks.

Chen Yu felt something was wrong as soon as he entered.

The shack was filled with a pungent smell of sweat, excrement, and mineral dust. This purely mental attack was even worse than a pair of size 38 feet stomping on the slime's head.

"I can not make it."

Chen Yu indeed stopped sharing the senses and left this "enjoyment" to the two chubby brothers.

The nanny's brothers carried the fat little boy and struggled to move through the cracks of the dimly lit and cluttered shack.

A pitch-black illusion covered them, making them look like two slowly moving ink stains, blending perfectly into the darkness in the corner.

Hey hey hey…

After a long time, the two little guys finally arrived at their destination - the shadow behind the dwarf hut.

At this time, Anvil was lying on a pile of dirty hay, his breathing seemed very weak, and the little boy named Little John was lying beside him exhausted, and had fallen asleep with tears on his little face.

Chen Yu looked at Tiezhen's bloody back and the wounds on his arms that had begun to swell and turn red and dark.

Even a dwarf with a strong physique would find it difficult to withstand the constant hunger, torture and such serious injuries.

Especially in a dirty place like a mine full of germs, infection and sepsis could easily take the dwarf's life in just a few days.

Chen Yu controlled the nanny brothers to approach silently, and with a light jump, he landed on the anvil's palm, which was covered with calluses and cracks.

At the moment of contact, a stream of pure life energy emanated from the gel, slowly seeping into the dwarf's body like a warm current.

Tiezhen felt the warmth coming from his palm while he was in a trance.

It is so weak, yet so strong.

Just like the first flickering spark in the furnace on a cold winter night, it completely ignited the firewood in the stove. The bone-chilling cold and tearing pain melted away like ice and snow in the scorching warmth.

"Is this... the Crucible Light of Moradin?"

An idea flashed through Anvil's hazy consciousness.

The kingdom of the dwarf god Moradin, the final destination of the soul - the warm light of the Eternal Furnace?

Yes, only the power of God the Father can be so warm and full of creative vitality.

A strong sense of nostalgia and relief welled up in my heart.

His consciousness seemed to be lifted by the warm current, passing through the darkness and returning to the depths of his memory...