Slime Immortal

Arthur's soul fire calmed down, he turned around to release the force, and stabbed the spear back at the evil demon's compound eye.

"Oh no, this undead has a brain!"

The filthy demon narrowly dodged by leaning back. It hissed, stopped fighting, and took a step back with its huge body, moving with extraordinary agility.

As a demon with extremely high IQ and well versed in human nature, using brute force is not the best option for it.

It is well-versed in human military theories, continental human geography, and is proficient in tactical deduction.

He had been hiding in the dungeon for so long in order to cultivate his own filthy demon tide and wait for the best time to use the magic sea tactics.

As long as the time is right, he will let the shadow of the devil's wings cover all human kingdoms!

Let people live in the shadow of fear under the bed forever!

Jie Jie Jie...

However, before it begins its plan of revenge against humans, it has to deal with a few troublesome little bugs in front of it.

"on!"

Just when Arthur's attack slowed down, the surrounding filth creatures moved like a black tide.

They were fearless and pounced madly from all directions, and their sharp limbs pierced the joints of Arthur's armor like raindrops.

Arthur swung his spear rapidly, and the fire of the undead exploded into a pale halo, instantly blowing away several nearby filth creatures.

He also did not forget to reach out to protect the two little slimes in his arms.

But there were so many filth creatures in this cave hall that they soon overwhelmed him.

"Gah! Squire, watch your head!" Lord Bran screamed shrilly.

Arthur could only raise his arms to block and try his best to dodge.

"Chichichichi——!"

Most of the acid fell on the arm armor, white smoke rose, and corroded potholes.

With so many evil people obstructing him, his movements inevitably came to a halt.

It's this momentary lag.

A cunning and murderous light flashed in the eyes of the filthy demon. He seized the opportunity and his huge body was like a cannonball. The filthy sickle brought with it an evil wind that could tear everything apart and swooped down again.

This time, the target was directly aimed at the empty spaces in Arthur's chest and abdomen that were exposed due to blocking the acid.

"Squire! Get out of the way!" Lord Bran screamed.

The soul fire under Arthur's helmet burned fiercely as he stared at the demon that exuded evil and filth.

Disgust, anger, and the urge to purify all demons from the depths of his soul surged in the silent lake of his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to share the same hatred with nature and felt the power of nature!

Arthur raised the lance in his hand that was burning with pale flames. Surrounded by countless filth creatures, his rusty armor looked lonely and resolute.

Then he suddenly raised his head, his soul fire blazing like a torch, and his hoarse but incomparably firm voice pierced through the screams of the filthy descendants, resounding throughout the cave like an oath:

"Naturally! Protect me!"

"Arthur, are you crazy?!" Lord Bran screamed.

At this critical moment, shouldn't we pray to death?

What the hell is nature!

"Haha! Stupid!" The demon's laughter became even more piercing. "Rotten undead souls praying to nature? Ridiculous..."

It didn't finish its words.

"Om-!"

A khaki light shield, emitting a calm aura like the earth, suddenly unfolded around Arthur without any warning.

Mysterious runes flow on the light shield, which is as solid as a rock.

"clang--!"

The filthy demon's sickle-like forelimb, which was powerful enough to split rocks, slashed fiercely on the light shield, causing a deafening sound of metal clashing.

The powerful recoil force caused the huge body of the filth demon to stagger, while the khaki light shield only fluctuated violently a few times and tiny cracks appeared.

For the first time, the filthy demon's eyes showed an expression of incredible horror.

Is nature really favoring an undead soul?!

What a joke! ! !

Lord Bran was also stunned. He poked his little head out from behind Arthur's helmet, his green eyes wide open and his little mouth wide enough to fit an acorn.

"Huh?! Nature really showed its power. Could it be that the slime...didn't lie to us?!"

Chapter 68 Mom, I Want to Go Back to Hell

wrong.

There is something nine out of ten wrong with this knight.

This is definitely not the power that the undead should have.

The demon looked suspicious and quickly retreated, allowing the demon to overwhelm the knight.

Countless conspiracy theories flashed through his mind, and he even suspected that the undead in front of him were humans in disguise.

But if it is just one layer of protection, it may not be able to withstand the acid erosion of the filth race.

The reason why the filthy demon tide was able to wreak havoc on the major human kingdoms was not just because of its numbers!

"Tear them apart!"

"Fizz!"

The surging tide of filthy demons instantly submerged Arthur, and the spewing acid caused the rock protection to quickly dim.

Amidst Lord Bran's screams, the demon seemed to see the protection being shattered and the undead being completely submerged.

But the accident happened again.

"Buzz!"

The protection exuded a calm aura like the earth, and once again, without warning, it instantly spread around Arthur, resisting the erosion of the acid.

"Wha...what?! There's another floor?!"

The filthy demon stared at the second layer of rock protection, which was shaking violently under the erosion and attack of acid but still stubbornly existed, and a huge wave rose in his heart.

"Impossible! This is definitely not the power of the undead, nor is it the power of nature. It's humans... It must be those cunning humans!"

The demon's mind was working frantically, trying to use his vast knowledge to explain this outrageous phenomenon.

"Could it be... that this Undead Knight is actually bait sent by the human kingdom? A paladin in undead skin? Or... a patchwork monstrosity created by those court mages who study forbidden spells?!"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more terrifying it became.

He boasted that he was well-versed in human military theories and understood the cunning of human nature. He hid in the underground city and bided his time, just to use the magic sea tactics to sweep the human kingdom one day.

But no one could have expected that humanity's counterattack would be so insidious, with disguises, traps, back-up plans... one thing after another.

The water in this main material plane was much deeper than he had imagined.

He began to miss the simple folk customs of Hell, and the life of fighting and bathing in the lava lake all day long.

It's all conspiracy here.

An unprecedented feeling of homesickness surged into the devil's heart.

"retreat!"

The evil demon screamed and leaped backward with extraordinary agility, instantly disappearing into the shadow of the darker passage at the back of the cave.

It got scared.

Mom, the Prime Material Plane is too scary, it's going back to hell.

Following its command, the filth creatures also let out unwilling roars and quickly disappeared into the intricate crevices and passages like the receding tide, leaving only the mess on the ground and traces of acid corrosion.

"Um……"

The shaky second layer of rock protection around Arthur finally slowly dissipated.

He leaned on his lance, and the fire of undead flickered in the gaps between his armor, obviously consuming a huge amount of energy.

After confirming that all the filthy creatures had left, Earl Bran also jumped out from behind Arthur's helmet, gasping for breath with lingering fear, even though he had done nothing.

After resting for a while, Earl Bran stood on Arthur's shoulder armor, regaining his previous pride and confidence, with his chest puffed out and his head held high, flapping his wings proudly.

"See, squire? This earl has long known that this is the devil's lair."

"This is just a small incident, completely within the Earl's expectations. What do you call this? This is called risking one's life in order to survive."

"Using the most hostile environment, I'm trying to unleash your potential to fight the devil. See, the results are remarkable. This earl knows that nature is blessing you."

It has a look on its face that says "Praise me quickly".

"And that Slime Master..."

"This Earl is truly wise. I could tell from the first glance that it was a genuine, intelligent creature of nature. I only pretended not to know so as not to affect your state of mind during the trial."

Arthur listened in silence, and seemed to be really considering the Earl's words.

After a moment, his deep voice sounded with a hint of sincere regret.

"The Earl was very thoughtful... Unfortunately, I was not strong enough, and that cunning demon escaped."

"Oh no! Just run!"

Lord Bran waved his wings, looking very proud as if it was no big deal.

"It's just a low-level demon that's not worthy of being on the stage. In the past, this earl could scare it to death with just a breath."

"Squire, if you continue chasing me like this, you'll be ripped to pieces. Listen to me, Lord, and return to the Slime Lord's territory to rest."

Arthur nodded seriously.

"Well, the Count is right."