Slime Immortal.

Chapter 85 This is an insult to the rusty key! (Seeking first subscription)

Dungeon fog area.

Outside the small dark room, thick white fog still permeated the air, but there was no sign of the adventurer.

When Arno came back with a full harvest, the little slime lying in the corner had just digested the last identity card.

[Steal Level 1 → Steal Level 2]

The slime's body swayed, making a light "pa chi pa chi" sound, and then it jumped nimbly and landed steadily in Arno's open palm.

"How's the situation outside?"

Arno scratched his already messy hair.

"Those adventurers have heard that there's a perverted thief in the foggy area who only preys on men, so they don't dare to come in now."

"But I overheard them saying that Rusty Key had a big reaction and had already sent people over here, but it seemed they had no intention of negotiating a ransom."

Chen Yu flicked his finger on Arno's palm and felt happy inside.

"Your head, 'Miracle' Arno, is not even worth the ransom. How could they be willing to give it?"

However, now only Arno and his clone are in the fog area, and they may not be able to withstand the revenge of the Rusty Key.

Fortunately, he had prepared a backup plan.

"Don't worry, our reinforcements are here too."

"Reinforcements?"

Before he finished speaking, a low and continuous buzzing sound came from far away and penetrated the barrier of thick fog.

Immediately afterwards, like a dark cloud covering a city, a swarm of ferocious stinging bees appeared first. They were densely packed and arranged in neat square formations that made one's scalp tingle. They landed silently on the ground in front of Chen Yu.

Following closely behind were dozens of beetles covered in thick shells and flying somewhat clumsily.

All the monsters fell to the ground and remained silent, like soldiers waiting for inspection.

Arno looked at the astonishingly large army of monsters and felt a little gloating.

I guess Rusty Key and his gang of rats would never have imagined that there would be an army of monsters stationed here, waiting for them to come.

"This is just the first batch of teams. I will follow the second batch later."

"Boss, are you going to do it yourself?"

Arno was dumbfounded. What kind of enemy was worthy of the boss's attention? Was there going to be a devastating war in this dungeon?

"Not really. I just came to you to try out my new... uh, blessing."

Arno's eyes lit up and said, "What a blessing!"

He still couldn't forget the magic of that blessed leaf.

……

assassin.

A more hidden and deadly shadow existing among the large and complex group of adventurers.

They wield weapons not for glory or exploration, but rather hone their skills in quiet corners, serving for gold or darker contracts.

They are the scavengers in the shadows, the poison daggers in the hands of the powerful, and the ruthless executors of the gray rules.

He is also a feared stalker.

Shadowfang Squad.

An elite assassin team raised by Rusty Key.

It is such a sharp blade tempered in the shadows.

The underground city passage was damp and cold. At the moment when the water droplets condensed on the stone wall dripped down, four people wearing dark gray tight leather armor walked out of the darkness.

The man in the lead, Julian, is the captain of the Shadowfang Squad and a formal professional.

He was not a big man, but was very strong, with short chestnut brown hair of the Ainel people. In his hand, he was holding a bounty with slightly curled edges.

Upon closer inspection, the man depicted on the wanted poster was indeed Arno. "Boss, this one's a bit tricky."

A deep and hoarse voice came from behind. It was the "Old Chimney" in the team, who was good at traps and poisons.

"Those idiots in the guild may be useless, but they're at least seasoned veterans of the gray area. Being able to tie them up... This 'Miracle' Arno is even more troublesome than he appears."

"If the intelligence is correct, he not only built a magic circle deep in the foggy area, but also a fortress."

"Fortress? Building a house in the foggy area? Has this guy's brain been eaten by an ogre?"

A slightly younger voice beside him sneered. It was the most agile "Razor Weasel" in the team.

Julian ignored the comments of his team members. He stopped and turned into the fork in the road leading to the foggy area.

"The intelligence is unclear, the environment is extreme, the target's strength is questionable, and their behavior is strange. Prioritize the target and identify and destroy the magic circle they rely on."

He took out two metal spheres the size of a baby's fist from the leather bag at his waist, with complex alchemical patterns engraved on the surface, and gave them to Old Chimney and another taciturn team member "Yan Jian" behind him.

"If you encounter any incomprehensible energy nodes or array-based structures, use the 'Disperser III' to destroy them directly. Don't hesitate, don't save."

"Disperser III?!"

Razor Weasel gasped, and even the calmest Rock Sword was slightly moved.

This alchemical bomb is very valuable and is specially used to destroy energy fields and magical structures. Its power is controllable and extremely precise, making it one of the guild's most valuable treasures.

The captain actually wants to use this at the beginning?
Arno took that "miracle" too seriously.

"I understand." Old Chimney carefully took the cold metal ball.

Even the most frivolous razor weasel understood what this meant and no longer looked down on it.

After a while, the four members of Shadowfang Squad arrived at the entrance of the fog area.

Their attire, temperament, and undisguised solemnity were like pebbles thrown into a muddy pond, instantly breaking the slightly noisy atmosphere at the entrance of the passage.

The adventurers who had gathered near the entrance, resting and watching, hesitating whether to enter the fog area to try their luck, were pushed away by an invisible hand and retreated to both sides, making way for a passage.

Looks of surprise, fear, and curiosity were cast upon them, and whispers arose among the crowd.

"That key badge... is it from the 'Rusty Key' guy?"

"The leader... seems to be Yulian of Shadowfang!"

"Hiss... Why are they here? Is that 'Miracle' Arno really that hard to deal with?"

"Haven't you heard? There's a pervert going on in there."

"Yes, yes, they're the perverted thieves from 'Rusty Key' who specialize in stripping people's clothes. Not long after Mike and his team went in, four of them ran out with their butts naked."

"He said he encountered a masked thief, who knocked him out with one punch, then stole his equipment and clothes, leaving him with nothing."

"I guess they're here to investigate that perverted thief."

Julian's steps did not pause for a moment, but his keen hearing caught the deliberately suppressed discussions.

Stripping clothes? Pervert?
His brows furrowed even tighter.

The old chimney behind him obviously heard it as well, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Razor Weasel went over to inquire curiously. A few seconds later, he quietly returned to the group with a strange look on his face. He leaned close to Julian and whispered, "Boss, they say... there's a pervert named 'Rusty Key' in the foggy area who specializes in robbing adventurers and... even stripping people's clothes..."

Julian's face instantly darkened.

He immediately thought of Arno.

It seems that this guy not only kidnapped and extorted, but also framed others and ruined the reputation of the guild.

A surge of evil fire rose in his chest, but he forced himself to suppress it.

Now is not the time to explain, nor is it the time to get entangled with these passers-by.

"Walk."

Julian and his team stepped into the swirling thick white fog without hesitation, and their figures were quickly swallowed by the white curtain.

(End of this chapter)