Slime Immortal

"Gah! Stinky! Stinky stuff!"

The big-nosed goblin screamed in a sharp Goblin language.

Its dirty paws stepped into the flower bed without hesitation and stomped hard on a bunch of golden daisies.

puff!

The delicate petals and slender stems were instantly crushed into the soft soil, turning into a small pool of green juice and broken gold.

"Quack quack!"

The big-nosed goblin laughed shrilly, as if he had done something remarkable.

It felt unsatisfied, so it jumped around again, specifically choosing to step on the most colorful flowers.

It wants to completely destroy this clean area that makes it uncomfortable!

Just when it was getting carried away, it suddenly felt something was wrong.

It's so quiet.

The two companions who were just grinning and looking around nervously beside them now seemed to be frozen, shaking all over.

His turbid yellow eyes widened as he stared at the back of the big-nosed goblin, his eyes filled with fear.

The big-nosed goblin's smug smile froze on his ugly face.

A chill of ice shot up its spine and it turned its head stiffly.

Just behind it stood a tall, silent shadow.

Chapter 95 It’s Broken, and I’m Lost Too

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

The heart-wrenching screams of the big-nosed goblin were like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond, instantly breaking the tranquility of the forest.

The scream pierced through the sparse trees and reached a low bush outside the forest.

There was another group of about a dozen goblins squatting there, led by a goblin with a scar on his face who looked a little more experienced.

They were bored and chewing some smelly roots, waiting for their companions inside to find out what was going on.

When the scream came, the scar-faced goblin was so frightened that he almost choked to death by swallowing the root in his mouth.

It spat irritably, stood up cursing, and prepared to teach the fool who made a fuss and exposed his position a lesson.

"Which idiot is yelling! Trying to..." Its cursing stopped abruptly.

I saw a short green figure crawling out of the woods. It was the goblin with half an ear missing.

Its face was twisted with fear, its face was covered with snot and tears, and it used its hands and feet to crawl out almost close to the ground.

The scar-faced goblin was stunned and furious, and was about to curse at this shameful waste.

Hi Lulu——!!!

A terrifying roar that echoed with the soul rang out from the forest like an icy death knell.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and terrifying shadow broke through the sparse branches and leaves and appeared behind the fleeing Half-Eared Goblin.

It was a skeletal warhorse burning with dark blue soul fire.

Sitting upright on the horse's back was an undead knight in tattered armor. The tip of the lance in his hand was slowly dripping with dark green blood, and he mercilessly struck the earless goblin to death.

Then the empty eye sockets locked onto the goblin squad behind the bushes.

The dark blue soul fire was swinging violently. Although it had no expression, the cold murderous intent made the air seem to freeze.

“Ouch——!!!”

The scar-faced goblin was shrouded in the shadow of death, his sanity instantly collapsed, and he let out a short scream.

All the scouting missions and swamp surveys were forgotten.

It turned without hesitation and fled for its life towards the darker forest to the west.

The other goblins in the team also reacted, howling in fear, and followed closely behind, crawling towards the West Swamp.

Arthur stopped his burning horse and did not pursue immediately.

He lowered his head slightly and whispered to his cold breastplate, "Your Majesty, please allow me to leave the kingdom's borders and destroy these evil creatures that desecrate life."

A small ball of translucent gel popped out from the crack in his breastplate.

It rested on Arthur's cold sternum, its soft voice carrying authority.

"Of course, Arthur, protecting the natural order and eliminating evil creatures is also part of the trial."

"I will obey your will, Your Majesty."

The blue soul fire that was originally just swaying in Arthur's eyes suddenly surged up violently as if it were poured with boiling oil.

Xilulu——!

The skeletal warhorse under him seemed to sense the knight's anger and will, and let out an even louder neigh.

The four hooves stomped on the ground, and the hard hoof bones left burning marks on the soil.

The next moment, the undead warhorse ignited by soul fire suddenly accelerated like a dark blue arrow shot from a bow.

There are no fancy charging techniques, only the most primitive and direct knight charge.

puff!

The goblin running at the end didn't even have time to look back before the bone spear stabbed from behind and instantly pierced his thin body.

It only let out a short "uh" sound before being picked up by the huge impact force, thrown out like a rag doll, and hit a tree without a sound.

"Spare your life! Spare your life!"

The goblin who was running for his life in front heard the tragic death of his companion and was terrified. He ran while crying and begging for mercy in the shrill goblin language.

"We shouldn't have trespassed on your territory!"

Arthur silently drew back his lance, and his icy soul fire locked onto the next target.

His voice came through the visor, low and serious, full of confusion and anger.

"You... stepped on my flowers!"

flower?

The fleeing goblin was startled and almost tripped over his own feet.

He chased out not for the territory, but for... those useless colorful weeds?!

Excuse! It's definitely an excuse!

It's the excuse for this Undead Knight's murderous nature!

The goblin was filled with despair of being fooled.

puff! laugh!

The bone spear swung again, either a precise stab or a brutal sweep, each swing could take away a dirty life.

Wherever the burning undead warhorses trod, only charred hoof prints and pierced goblin corpses were left behind.

Sharp screams echoed from the edge of the forest, then quickly fell silent.

……

West Swamp.

The trees here are taller and more lush, with branches and leaves blocking out the sun. The light is extremely weak and sunlight can hardly be seen under the treetops.

Only some luminous mushrooms growing beside the rotten tree roots occasionally sprayed out little blue spores, which slowly floated in the darkness like will-o'-the-wisp, providing the only source of light.

At this time, a panicked goblin was desperately trying to escape inside. In fear, it knocked away a group of slowly falling spores.

The spores scattered like disturbed fireflies.

In this dreamy blue light, a lance burning with cold soul fire, like the fangs of the god of death, silently pierced through its back and stabbed out from its chest.

The goblin's movements froze in an instant, the fear in its eyes was forever frozen, and it was stuck on the tip of the spear like a tattered flag.

Arthur slowly drew back his lance, and the goblin's body slid down softly.

He reined in the burning warhorse, stayed where he was, and stared at the small corpse on the ground that was rapidly losing its temperature, in silence.

The last goblin died.

But the broken gold still lingered in his mind, and an indescribable sadness slowly spread in his lost heart.

He seemed a little...lonely.

Or emptiness.

Just then, the little slime popped up.

"Arthur, there are goblins peeping ahead."

The soul fire in Arthur's eyes flickered, and he slowly raised his head and looked forward.

"Run!"

Several terrified screams were heard, accompanied by the sound of bushes being plucked frantically.

A new round of pursuit begins...

After crushing the last goblin's sternum, the West Swamp finally returned to complete peace. Only the crackling sound of the burning soul fire of the undead warhorse and the smell of burning and blood filled the air were left.

Arthur stood in a devastated clearing in the woods and looked around.

Before I knew it, night had fallen, but the dense tree canopy blocked everything and I could hardly see the moon when I looked up.

He was silent for a moment, then said to the slime on his chest, "Your Majesty, I seem to be... lost."

The little slime bounced on his chest armor, its voice calm.

get lost?

There is no such thing as getting lost in his dictionary.

It seems that Arthur still underestimated him, the Slime King.