Slime Immortal

Chen Yu let the two little guys sneak out of the safe nest cave and follow the metal slime team.

Not far along a side road that smelled of sulfur, we heard the teeth-grinding scraping and hissing of the filthy creatures.

I saw several larger filth creatures using their sharp forelimbs to drive away and even try to stab a few slime slimes trapped in the corner.

The big slime brother was angry, and his body suddenly accelerated, like a heavy metal cannonball, slamming into one of the filth creatures.

"boom!"

The filthy creature was knocked back and staggered, its shell dented, and it let out an angry roar.

Other metal slimes also joined the battle, using their hard bodies to hit and squeeze the filth.

The scene was a little chaotic for a moment, with the "clang" sound of metal hitting shells and the screams of the filth creatures mixed together.

But it was difficult to determine the winner for a while, and several slimes were injured to varying degrees.

Chen Yu asked the two little slimes to hide in the dark and observe.

The life slime quietly activated the four small stone swords, while the hallucinogenic slime spewed out a small piece of thin and confusing mist towards the area where the filth were concentrated.

[Mud Ball Sword Casting Technique]

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Four gray-white cold lights flashed across accurately, instantly piercing through the relatively fragile joints and compound eyes of the three evil creatures!

The other few filth creatures shrouded in the hallucinogenic fog were obviously swollen and their movements became chaotic.

The metal slimes seized the opportunity and attacked fiercely, quickly taking care of these lone filth creatures.

After the battle, the big slime brother turned his body in confusion, as if looking for who was secretly helping him.

It examined the unusually precise wound on the filthy creature's body, then looked at the lavender mist surrounding it, and its metal body hummed in confusion.

In the end, it didn't find any helpers, so it took the rescued ordinary slime wounded and carefully escorted them back to the nest.

In the corner, Chen Yu controlled two little slimes to quietly come out to pick up the corpse and dig out the magic glands from the filth creature.

Looking at the appearance of the filthy creature and the white and tender glands.

"It's not a cockroach, it's not a cockroach..." After Chen Yu hinted to himself, he swallowed it in one gulp while suppressing his nausea.

However, unexpectedly, the taste of the gland was not as disgusting as he had imagined.

If I had to describe it, it was like a piece of slightly sour cheese with the devil's unique sulfur scent.

A little weird, but not unpalatable.

But he had to choose between Old Beijing Soybean Juice and Vile Glands.

Then he would rather choose Old Beijing Douzhi.

"Chew, chew, chew..."

The two little slimes tried hard to digest, and soon the panel popped up.

[Proficiency +30]

[Proficiency +30]

[Acid Secretion Level 5 → Acid Secretion Level 6]

Huh?

He originally thought that the maximum level for talent and skills was Lv.5.

It now seems that even the worst acid secretion can be upgraded to the strength of a dragon's acid breath.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became excited.

I wanted to find a few more unlucky filth creatures, but from another deeper passage, I heard the sounds of fierce fighting, the roars of filth creatures, and a noisy familiar voice:

"Oh... God damn it, cut it at the joint! Yes, right there! Stupid, the left... the left comes again!"

"Ah! My noble feathers! It's all the fault of that damned slime! I will never let you go!!!"

Chapter 67 Nature, protect me!

"boom!"

In the passage, pale undead flames were attached to the rusty lance. Arthur chopped it vertically with great force, flattening a filthy creature that was trying to escape.

The filthy juice splashed on the wall, making a sizzling corrosive sound.

"puff!"

A pitch-black feather fell in the smoke of the explosion, and Earl Bran condensed into shape in a mess, landing on Arthur's shoulder armor. He was so angry that all the feathers on his body exploded, like a black ball of hair.

"Gah! Gah! This lord is so pissed off!"

"That damn Slime Lord, it definitely did it on purpose! It definitely did!"

"What's this about 'the filthy offspring of Hell are wandering around'? He's pushing this Earl into Hell. Cunning! Too cunning! I used to think he had a talent for making up stories. What a liar! What a big liar!"

Lord Bran flapped his wings angrily against Arthur's helmet, making a clanging sound.

Arthur silently shook off the filth on his gun, the soul fire under his helmet burning calmly, and he ignored the earl's accusations.

He looked around at the intricate passages and a low, hoarse voice rang out: "Count, we seem to be... lost."

"get lost?!"

Lord Bran's voice suddenly rose.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This Earl has the best sense of direction in the dark land. Just follow this Earl. Go forward, keep going forward, and you will definitely..."

Its words stopped abruptly.

Because it found that in the shadow not far from them, two small clumps of jelly were blinking their innocent eyes and looking at them curiously.

It's that damn slime again!

"The ghost lingers!"

Lord Bran's fury instantly flared up, and he pointed his wings at them. "Look, even these little minions dare to come and laugh at me. Arthur, hurry up! Give them a kick and let them know the consequences of offending Lord Bran."

Arthur leaned forward slightly and stretched out his large hand covered in rusty iron armor.

His movements were extremely gentle as he carefully picked up the two little slimes that seemed to be frightened and held them in front of his breastplate to comfort them.

"Count, they are harmless, creatures of nature, and should not be harmed."

Lord Bran looked at Arthur carefully protecting the slime and jumped on his shoulder armor in anger.

"You...you stubborn ass! You're so clueless! You have no brains! They must be in cahoots with that lord who deceived us. They're all cunning slime creatures. I'm so pissed off."

It cursed and finally covered its eyes with its wings.

"Forget it, forget it. This Earl doesn't care anymore. Out of sight, out of mind."

Arthur turned a deaf ear to the Earl's complaints, knowing that he had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. If he had really been cruel, he would have abandoned him long ago.

Lord Bran... is still as arrogant as ever.

He gently touched the soft bodies of the two little slimes with his cold fingers, confirmed that they were okay, and then continued to move forward with heavy steps.

Under the guidance of Earl Bran, Arthur passed several forks in the road, and his little mouth never stopped talking along the way.

"Why is this place like a maze? Who the hell designed it?"

"You're right to listen to this Earl. Just keep going forward. I can already smell the wind of freedom at the exit..."

"Hey, why does the wind smell like sulfur? Wait!"

It looked forward, its small green eyes wide open.

After passing through a narrow pass ahead, the view suddenly opened up to a cave hall covered with glowing fungal carpets and sticky filth.

There were countless filth creatures in the hall, surging like a black tide, and the thick smell of sulfur emanated from them!

They didn't find the exit at all, they broke directly into the depths of the filthy race's lair!

"Gah——!!!"

"It's over, it's completely over now. Arthur, you're such a directionally challenged person, you've got me killed!"

"And that slime, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!!!"

With Lord Bran's scream, the entire filthy creatures in the cave hall were instantly alarmed. The hissing sound sounded like a tsunami, and countless pairs of compound eyes locked onto the two intruders.

A tide of filth began to surge towards them.

However, what was even more troublesome was that in the center of the cave, on a seat made of bones and mucus, a filthy creature with demonic horns slowly stood up like a human.

Its compound eyes flashed with cunning and cruelty far exceeding that of wild beasts, indicating that it possessed extraordinary intelligence.

This is an evil demon.

It's not a descendant, but a real demon.

The cockroach has become a spirit!

"Hiss..."

"A rotten undead, a noisy crow... and two... little snacks?"

The demon's voice was filled with confusion.

It couldn't imagine why food came in on its own.

Lord Bran was so frightened that he huddled behind Arthur's helmet, trembling. "Squire, find a way to run! Don't just stand there like an idiot."

Before they could react, a cunning light flashed in the demon's eyes. He saw the knight's extraordinaryness and without saying a word, he swung his sickle-shaped forelimbs covered with shells and pounced on Arthur with a gust of wind that tore through the air.

"Humph, villains usually die because they talk too much."

"We demons have long understood this!"

Arthur raised his spear to block.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening explosion!

The filthy scythe of the demon slashed hard on Arthur's horizontal spear. The huge force made the knight retreat, and the fire of the undead burned wildly on the spear, crackling.