Chapter 138: Why Summon A Sea Monster Over Seafood Business? (2/2)
The other human youth was even more mystifying: he was continuously summoning seafood to feed the Big Slime with.
Yes, feeding.
From land squid to sharp-finned swordfishes, dwarven-height crabs, hermit crabs with anemones growing over its shells, big spotted garden eels poking their head out of barnacles to provoke the Slime… in short, creatures that would be gobbled up by the Big Slime in no time at all.
At first, Ironfelt was assuming that the young summoner didn’t have powerful familiars and was rather weak, which was why he kept summoning more seafood to cover the young warrior’s attack.
Slimes were brainless magical beasts after all. They fed without restraint, and hence virtually didn’t refuse any of the seafood offered.
Eventually, the increasing bulk of seafood squeezed Ironfelt to the edge of the Big Slime’s body, with one octopus wrapping itself tightly around his face. As he got the feeling that some parasite was about to plant its eggs into him, he promptly realized what the young summoner’s intention was.
And just as Ironfelt predicted, the dog which had not much of a part to play from the start had slipped to the Big Slime’s rear… which was not really a rear since Slimes had neither face nor tail. Anyway, while the Big Slime was being battered by the humanoid spectral that the young warrior summoned, the creature never noticed the big hound slipping towards it.
The dog seized its chance too, biting down on one of the octopus’s tentacles which it had extended out of the Big Slime’s body started to pull it out firmly.
Hence, Ironfelt’s head also poked out of the Big Slime’s body, with the dog pulling with even more strength when it saw what was happening, and dragged the gray dwarf out altogether even as he screamed ‘My scalp! The octopus is going to tear my scalp off!’ and braved the risk of disfigurement (Ironfelt only).
“Alright, I’m hitting it one last time!” The dwarf exclaimed as he got to his feet almost right after he landed, whipping out his beloved hammer to join the battle.
In the end, however, he noticed that it wasn’t him who had been pushed to the edge, but also the Big Slime’s magic stone.
The young warrior made a look that said ‘We’ve-seen-too-many-kill-stealing-dirtbags-like-you’ before stabbing his single-handed sword viciously into the Big Slime’s core.
The creature immediately made a sound that resembled a shriek as its body split apart like a water balloon, its disgusting goo form spraying everywhere as its body rapidly shriveled like seafood.
Left standing in the cold wind with the octopus over his head, the gray dwarf was left utterly confused: Who was it who said that humans are weak? Were all those dwarves who came on the surface before rum-brained?!