Slime Immortal.

Chapter 55 Slime's Grand Ambition
"Rumble..."

The rain continued to fall, and occasionally there would be flashes of light that completely illuminated the dark swamp forest, followed by loud thunder.

Chen Yu rode his small truck until midnight, running almost all around the southern forest road and absorbing a total of seven balls of magic power.

This is far from the limit of the forest. A Lv.4 monster needs one to three hours to devour, digest and absorb a ball of magic power, while an ordinary monster needs at least one day.

There is too much magic power in the gray fog and it is impossible to absorb it all.

Ugh.

Sometimes being too rich can also be a trouble.

There is so much magic power that cannot be absorbed, and it will either be given to other monsters in the forest, or it will dissipate after the rainstorm.

What a waste.

If only there were some magical item that could capture and store this magic.

As for now, he should go back to bed.

In fact, cultivators can still be energetic even if they don’t sleep for a few days.

I heard that the brothers who were repairing the spiritual vein mine in Heifengao often worked overtime for five or six days without any rest in between. They were simply born to be oxen and horses.

He can endure it, but Xiaoka can't.

The little guy was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes.

Since the mount is out of battery, I should go back and rest. It’s so tiring to run from place to place by myself.

After sending Xiao Ka back to the swamp of the castle, Chen Yu checked all the buildings in the castle again to make sure they would not be affected by heavy rain and strong winds before returning to the tree house.

After charging the gravel crystal, a soft and bright light instantly filled the entire tree house, even seeping through the gaps in the doors and windows, seeping into the noisy and dark world outside.

Imagine that there is a strong wind and heavy rain outside, while he is lying safely in the warm light inside the house, with the white noise of wind and rain in his ears, drawing talismans, and occasionally eating some moss monster snacks.

This little life is so fulfilling.

"It's raining so hard, I wonder how Arno and the others are doing."

He and the little slime were too far away, the signal was bad, and it was raining heavily outside. It would probably take a few days for him to receive news from Arno.

However, the corrupted lizardmen have been wiped out, and everyone can sleep well.

Chen Yu moved away a failed talisman and looked into the depths of the forest.

Summer comes after the rainstorm, so there shouldn't be any weird monsters coming out of it...

According to what he saw in the geography book brought by Arno, this swamp has an ancient name - Corrupted Forest Swamp.

It was translated from the Demihuman language. The area of ​​the real swamp was much larger than his current territory.

Moreover, swamps do not grow in square shapes according to human will. They are more like dense green sores growing in the mountains, with many swamp centers distributed.

However, few adventurers would go deep into it, so it was called the Corrupted Forest.

The oak territory is located a little deeper in this swamp. If you continue walking west, you can pass through his swamp territory and enter a new swamp.

Mountains, hills, lakes, dungeons, ruins...you might encounter anything.

It is full of dangers, mysteries and opportunities. Even long ago, when Ironboots was still a village, corrupt beliefs spread deep in the swamp.

It's just now reaching the riverbank.

As a slime adventurer, these swamps are simply treasures waiting to be developed for Chen Yu.

These unowned lands have been lonely for too long, and have been waiting for him for too long.

Is there anything more suitable to be their master than slime?

No!

Other monsters and demihumans?

He was a bandit who had seized his territory and was a temporary guest.

Will be a part of the future Slime Kingdom.

Calling him a slime now is unreasonable, but from now on you should address him as the great king.

The little slime was studying diligently by lamplight in the treehouse. Little did anyone know that a vast monster empire was about to be born from here.

……

The next day, before dawn, the rain was still falling. Chen Yu had a delicious breakfast and, with the ideal of a great kingdom in his heart, diligently rode his little truck deep into the center of the swamp.

There are more and denser magical anomalies gathered here, and there are also more ruins and buildings, like abandoned villages.

He also saw several swamp alligators inside that had escaped earlier.

Needless to say, when enemies meet, a moment later, the magical organs of several swamp crocodiles entered his stomach.

"belch……"

Chen Yu was full.

The magical organs of these swamp crocodiles combined are heavier than him, filling their stomachs so full that even Xiao Ka can't carry him.

So he could only occupy the magic anomaly point where the swamp crocodile stayed - a collapsed church, where he would absorb magic power while squinting his eyes to digest it and gain experience.

Xiao Ka curled up beside him. Although he was very happy about the death of several bully crocodiles and felt less afraid, he was also worried about these strange "trees".

There is no concept of "architecture" in its head. Buildings, like trees, grow naturally.

Usually, where there are strange "trees", there are many monsters living there.

The king fell asleep in such a dangerous place.

It's scared...

But when it thought of the delicious moss monster breakfast this morning, it thought that even giving its life for the king would be worth it.

It must protect its king well and not allow other monsters to attack it.

The little crocodile just lay there on the soft and warm gel, its little eyes looking around vigilantly, like a loyal guard.

……

The rain fell softly, mercilessly covering the boundless forest.

Arthur continued to sit silently on a stone half-submerged in mud and water, the cold rain sliding down the gaps in his rusty armor and merging into the mud at his feet.

He looked up at the seemingly endless gray-green maze.

I thought, I'm lost again...

The scene around me seemed no different from half an hour ago or an hour ago.

Where is the Lord of the Swamp?
"boom!"

A piece of black feather wilted by the rain exploded out of thin air, and Earl Bran appeared on Arthur's wet shoulder armor in a slightly embarrassed manner. He shook his head hard, and water droplets splashed everywhere.

"A-choo! This damned weather! It's a blasphemy to the Earl's magnificent wings."

It complained, and carefully smoothed the wet feathers on its chest with the tip of its wings, and then noticed the knight's silent gaze ahead.

To it, that posture was full of silent complaints.

"Ahem... Arthur, what do you mean by this? Are you sitting on a rock pretending to be melancholy, or are you questioning my navigation skills? Of course you are! You must be blaming me for taking you the wrong way."

"Young undead, you know nothing of the wisdom of the noble Earl Bran! Do you know how vast this swamp is? It is ten times larger than my territory in the Shadow Mountains... no, a hundred times larger!"

"We are now, without a doubt, still on the outskirts of it! You know, on the outskirts? Like... like the steps outside the banquet hall door! Still far from the main hall."

It intuitively pointed in a direction with its wings.

"See it? That's over there. The swamp lord's lair must be there."

After it finished speaking, it tried to keep its head held high and its chest puffed out, its small eyes nervously glancing at the knight's reaction.

"it is good."

Arthur said this, then stood up silently and mounted his horse.

In his opinion, Earl Bran was always full of wisdom.

Even though the road ahead is long and winding, we will always reach the destination in the end, right?

(End of this chapter)