Slime Immortal.

Chapter 42 Is This Still a Swamp?
"Boss Arno, are you really not going back with us?"

At the entrance of the swamp forest, a four-member adventure team stopped by the carriage, their eyes fixed on the figure going deep into the swamp.

Arno waved without looking back and said something that he thought was very cool.

"Go back, children. The swamp is nothing to me."

His figure gradually disappeared under the shade of the trees, leaving only the team of adventurers sighing in place.

"As expected of 'Miracle' Arno, the man who can become my boss."

"I heard that Boss Arno once participated in a knight training camp. The training location was either deep in the mountains or in dangerous magical environments. For him, a mere swamp is as relaxing as going home."

"This is the composure of a veteran adventurer."

……

Arno, who was deep in the swamp, had no idea that the team of adventurers were flattering him. He just felt that the spotty spots on the base of his fingers were itchy and wanted to return to the oak territory quickly to find the boss for treatment.

To be honest, after each acupuncture ceremony, although my back would feel burning, my body would feel more relaxed each time.

It was like a stone weighing dozens of kilograms had been unloaded from his body, and this feeling made him unable to stop.

Arno had to admit that he seemed to be addicted to being pricked.

Trekking through the forest path, his eyes lingered around the swamp, where he saw ruins of buildings suddenly rising from the ground. The dark shadows of giants lay quietly in the dim swamp, as if waiting for adventurers to discover the treasures hidden inside.

“There really are ruins.”

Arno couldn't help but linger a few more times on the dark ruins.

At first, he was quite confused when his boss asked him to return to Iron Boots Town to distribute information about the swamp ruins.

He had walked through this swamp several times. There were settlements left by the lizardmen, but he had never seen any swamp ruins.

In the past, the outskirts of this swamp were so barren that adventurers didn't bother to even take a look.

How come everything has changed so drastically after I haven't been back for a few days?

Is this the power of the devil?
It can actually affect reality and project the remains of hell into reality.

So terrifying.

Arno shook his head, trying to get rid of the distracting thoughts.

so what.

With the gifts from his boss, he had earned enough to leave a legacy for Laura and the children.

Even if his boss wants him to sacrifice his life now, he is willing to do so.

His fate was that of a stone. Without his boss, he would have fallen into the dirty and rotten swamp and sunk into the dark and bottomless mud like a boulder.

Without the family's pillar and inheritance to squander, it is hard to imagine how much hardship Lola had to endure, and how much contempt and bullying she had to endure while raising Emily and little Arno alone.

It can't be worse than this.

Now every day is better than yesterday.

He is already very satisfied.

Of course, compared to the seemingly harmless slime demon, he hated the petrification curse in his body more and didn't want to stay with it for a second.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.

However, he soon encountered a slime walking leisurely on the forest path.

At first he was not sure.

Until the slime turned around and looked at him, and then its round body was lifted up by the tree roots and fell into his arms.

"You've arrived just in time. Please take me back to the castle."

Chen Yu was bubbling lazily. The forest trail was so long that he almost fell asleep.

The swamp territory is still too large. Perhaps he should consider practicing the door escape method, or catching a swamp puppy to use as a mount.

We'll talk about this later.

It just so happened that Arno came back and with his humanoid mount, he could summon the castle guards today to investigate the situation in the Death Swamp.

"Yes, boss." Arno didn't dare to delay, and his pace quickened without him even realizing it.

If the adventurer who just left could see how respectful "Miracle" Arno was to a ball of slime, his jaw would probably drop in shock.

"By the way, boss, where is the castle you mentioned?"

"Haven't you been there before? It's at the end of the forest road."

"The end of the forest path?"

Arno hesitated to speak. There was indeed a demonic territory at the end of the forest path, but that pristine oak land couldn't be called a castle...

do not care.

If the boss says yes, then it is.

He gradually began to run, and soon reached the end of the forest path, only slightly out of breath.

"Look...it seems the physique he's built up from the knight training hasn't been lost yet..."

Of course, if this curse-like petrification had not faded a lot, it would be difficult to move like a normal person, let alone run freely.

"come in."

Chen Yu jumped out of Yanuo's arms and skipped into the fog.

Arno couldn't help but reach out and feel forward. The thick fog seemed to have life, surging with his movements.

Every time he tried to go deeper, he felt like he was being swallowed alive by an invisible giant beast and falling into its cold stomach, which was suffocating and chilling.

In the past, he would probably get lost here, going around in circles, unable to get in.

But this time, with the permission of the territory owner, his arm stretched into the mist without hindrance.

Arno walked into the oak territory.

A black shadow suddenly grew larger in his field of vision. When the fog dissipated like the tide, a towering, pitch-black city wall appeared in front of him.

Looking up, he saw that the tall oak tree that was familiar to him in his memory had also changed. It was tightly entangled with dark vines and wooden stairs, and had become a tall swamp watchtower.

"what?!"

There really is a castle!
Arno felt like a bumpkin from the countryside who had never seen the world, and his eyes widened immediately.

Those who didn't know might think he had been away from the swamp for a long time, but he had only been away for three days.

How come they even built a castle in just three days?

Is this the power of the devil?
He couldn't understand it, but was deeply shocked.

"Rumble..."

As Chen Yu approached, the heavy oak door was pulled down by vines.

Arno followed behind in a daze, and his vision suddenly became clear.

The once simple stone camp... is gone.

Instead, there was a campsite consisting of several tents built around a fire pit.

These tents are not made of canvas or leather, but are made of thick vines woven together and cleverly supported by thick tree trunks.

They are scattered around the camp in an orderly manner. If it weren't for the fact that this is the devil's territory, it would look like a camp left behind by a team of adventurers.

Further away, rows of burrowing beetles, whose shells resembled rough rocks, were arranged in unusually neat rows, forming a fairly large square formation.

The "instructors" standing on a raised tree root in front of them were actually several stinging bees whose wings vibrated at high frequencies and emitted low "buzzing" sounds.

Their slender tail needles flashed in the light, and they were conducting some kind of training on the beetle phalanx in an unquestionable posture.

Even if these monsters were replaced with humans and this place was used as a fortress where the Knights were stationed, there would not be any sense of incongruity.

If he had seen this scene before, Arno would have thought he was crazy, but now...

All he could say was, you'll get used to it.

(End of this chapter)