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Chapter 100 Berserker Demon Meat Jerky

Berserker Meat Jerky

Type: Consumable/Food Tier: Elite (Blue)

Description: A palm-sized, dark red jerky, with coarse meat fibers interspersed with fragments of undigested fascia, covered with dark green gastric juices, slightly roasted by flames, emitting a faint aroma of char, as well as the pungent sulfurous smell of the demon itself.

Effects: 1. After consumption, Strength +1, Constitution +1 (requires a lot of exercise to be absorbed).

2. Quickly replenishes a large amount of physical strength, but within 72 hours, the bodily fluids will have a sulfurous smell, which will be noticed by those sensitive to the demonic aura.

3. Some parts contain a large amount of residual abyssal magic, which will cause hallucinations, sensory confusion or nervous disorders after consumption, and must be suppressed by special means.

Note: 1. The attribute enhancement effect only takes effect when the attribute is below 10 points.

2. "Berserker? Those things are much uglier than succubi, and they don't taste as good either." — Legendary Sword Saint Steelwind Henkroland looked at the notification that popped up on the piece of jerky in his hand and couldn't help but fall into a brief moment of contemplation.

The effect is very strong.

The price is also obvious: it emits a sulfurous odor for three days, practically turning into a moving beacon of evil.

If this were in Broken Rock Town, the moment it was brought out, fanatical followers of the Church of the Righteous God would probably rush over, cheering and urging to cut it in half.

But Blue Crystal Mountains are not Broken Rock Town, and the battlefield is not a tranquil tavern.

He glanced again at the cave entrance not far away, which was pitch black except for a few messy footprints on the dry soil at the entrance.

The Imperials have already gone in. They won't be the ordinary soldiers Roland encountered before; they will at least be formal professionals, or even stronger.

He has already met all the other requirements for becoming a formal professional, and is only a little bit short of meeting the required attributes.

no choice.

Roland brought the dried meat closer and smelled it. A fishy stench mixed with sulfur instantly filled his nostrils, completely masking the faint aroma of char.

Left with no other choice, he roasted it over a torch again, then used a dagger to cut away the stomach acid and some of the meat that was too thick with the abyssal aura before putting it into his mouth.

A strange, popping sound exploded on the tip of the tongue, the coarse fibers clung tightly to the teeth, and a stream of scalding liquid slid down the throat, carrying a nauseating sulfurous smell.

The taste is hard to describe.

It felt like chewing on dehydrated, half-tanned leather, or like gnawing on sticky red slime, the kind that's still alive and constantly wriggling.

Roland suppressed the urge to vomit, stuffed a few mouthfuls into his mouth, and then took out some fine honey and poured it directly into his mouth, which finally eased the nausea.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He wiped them away and found that they had begun to smell of sulfur, which lingered, as if he had been soaking in a sulfur hot spring for ten days.

A surge of heat welled up from my stomach, flowing along my blood vessels to the muscles of my limbs, invisibly wiping away the aches and pains of the long journey, while my strength was quickly restored.

"----not bad."

Roland sensed the power, nodded slightly, and finally stepped towards the cave entrance ahead.

Soon, the blizzard was shut out, and his figure was swallowed by darkness.

嘎—

The mine tunnels are deeper than expected.

The walls on both sides gradually transformed from rough rock into smooth blue crystal ore, the deep blue hue erasing the initial darkness, and the faint sound of dripping water could be heard in the distance.

Roland did not rush on his way, but listened carefully to his surroundings and moved slowly along the right rock wall.

He quickly noticed something was wrong.

There was a faint sound, like the rubbing of boot soles on rocks, accompanied by conversations that were being deliberately kept quiet.

The moment his magical perception activated, he discerned that the people in front of him showed no signs of supernatural abilities, and slowly approached them.

The voices gradually became clearer.

"—The Seventh Legion has already stormed in, what are we still looking for here?"

"Shut up, just look for it, why are you interfering?"

"Okay—I heard Captain Vida captured someone from the Empire? And a noble at that?"

"Hmm? I think you're just making conversation for the sake of it. Otherwise—never mind, this is indeed interesting. A viscount actually came to join us now, but what about Lady Celine—"

Footsteps approached, and Roland, having overheard their conversation, narrowed his eyes, the longsword in his hand gleaming with a silvery-white light.

He just needs a few tongues.

The torchlight flickered at the corner, and three soldiers walked out from the depths of the passage. The one in the lead was an officer with a scar on his face, and the two behind him carried standard-issue weapons.

With a whoosh, the javelin flew from their hands, crimson runes flashing across the dark blue cave, carrying a fierce force as it pierced straight towards the three.

Scarface reacted extremely quickly. The moment he heard the sound of the javelin cutting through the air, he rolled to the side. The javelin grazed his chest armor, sending sparks flying, and embedded itself in the rock wall behind him, its butt trembling.

"Enemy attack!!!"

He roared and charged forward, drawing his sword. His two henchmen moved in perfect unison, flanking him from both sides. One raised his shield and pressed forward, while the other thrust out his longsword.

Unfortunately, they underestimated Roland's fighting strength.

when-

The moment the swords clashed, the scarred officer's expression changed drastically. The force transmitted from his wrist was astonishing, making his arm go numb.

Before he could warn the other two, the silver blade had already torn his longsword apart, slicing through a cold arc as it hurtled toward his right shoulder.

laugh.

The blade sliced ​​into flesh and blood, the fragile bones only managed to withstand the attack for a moment before being shattered, and blood dripped to the ground along with the severed arm.

This is just the beginning.

Sidestep, whip kick, elbow swing.

The longsword, gleaming with a cold light, was dodged. The other soldier, his face filled with shock, had no time to dodge. His shield was kicked aside, and he was then elbowed in the side of the face.

boom-

The elbow strike was powerful and heavy, sending the soldier and his shield flying through the air. He crashed into the rock wall behind him and then fell to the ground, where he remained motionless.

The last soldier's second sword strike stopped abruptly halfway through its trajectory.

He stared blankly at the severed arm on the ground, then at his companion who had just been laughing and talking but was now unconscious, and finally at the figure that smelled of sulfur.

"I ask, you answer."

Clang—

The soldier's sword fell to the ground, and he nodded stiffly. The officer sitting to the side, gasping for breath in pain, also kicked his weapon aside.

They are very skilled.

According to the Imperial Army's regulations, when a low-ranking soldier encounters a powerful superhuman, surrendering is not a capital offense; he will simply have to participate in some dangerous experiments.

It's better than dying here now.

Roland was pleased with their performance: "What are you looking for here?"

The officer, his forehead covered in cold sweat, replied in a low voice, "The Heart of Blue Crystal, sir."

Who's leading the team?

"Lady Celine, she has four full-fledged professionals under her command."

"And what about her?"

"A silver-rank mage, he is a powerful one."

Roland frowned slightly. Just as he had expected, the empire had sent some formidable figures, and with his strength, it would be difficult for him to deal with them head-on.

Then the only way to win is through chaos.

"Did she find the Blue Crystal Heart?"

"No, I don't know—it shouldn't be yet, they just instructed us to keep searching—Lady Celine is also searching for clues deep inside the mine."

such.

Roland pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "You just mentioned a viscount from a kingdom, is his name Cole?"

The officer paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes."

Where is he now?

"It seems—not far from here, but they've been imprisoned."