Chapter 2302 - The Thing Under the Mud (1/2)

Chapter 2302: The Thing Under the Mud

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The large swarm of flies got their wish, and eagerly split into two clouds. One of them dove into the mud to feast on the dead body.

The other cloud lunged at the head and circled the stump like a gathering around a bonfire.

The head had retained the soldier’s terrified, wide-eyed expression.

He thought he was saved when the Hippopotamus Beast pulled him out of the mud, but he did not expect it to tear off his neck.

The noise of the flies was utterly annoying, even amid the loud rain.

Mo Fan, Mu Bai, and Zhao Manyan went over to the dead body. Their hearts sank when they saw what had happened.

“Is there really no way we can save them?” Lt. Colonel Mason asked in disbelief.

The lieutenants shook their heads.

The regiment had over a thousand people, and many of them had fallen into the mud. The same tragedy that happened to the first soldier was happening to other soldiers in the swamps.

The mud only covered the ankles of some of the soldiers, yet they still were struggling to pull their feet out.

They were basically dead once their legs sank into the mud!

More Life-Hanging Flies came over to feast on the corpses. They were able to dive into the mud and fly out of it after they were done eating. They would then look for a tree hole in the woods to lay their eggs.

It was true that the Life-Hanging Flies were able to predict one’s death!

“Old Zhao, even you can’t dig them out?” Mo Fan asked quietly.

Zhao Manyan shook his head.

He was already a Super Earth Mage, yet he was still having trouble altering the structure of the swamp.

Those with half their bodies under the mud felt like their bodies had become one with the swamp. Trying to drag them out of the swamp with force was only going to tear them in half!

“If I freeze the whole swamp, it’s basically telling the Brown Rebels where we are,” Mu Bai said helplessly.

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Time gradually passed. The grass patches that were safe to walk on were slowly covered by mud as the water level rose.

The mud was in patches at first, like a wet field with walkable ridges between the sections.

However, the patches joined together as the rain kept falling. The walkable ridges were soon drowned under the mud.

They had no chance of crossing the swamp, and they would be in trouble if they stayed still for too long.

If they moved, they might step into the deadly mud by accident. If they did not move, they were waiting for the mud to devour them!

“Mo Fan, what are you doing? Are you going to bury the head so it can find its peace? I think it would rather want you to dry it out on a tree than be buried under the ground here,” Zhao Manyan scoffed.

Mo Fan lifted the torn head and inspected it carefully, ignoring him.

Mo Fan pointed at the stump of the neck and said, “The head still has a part of its neck under it. There’s some mud here.”

“Damn it, they say those who handle cinnabar are stained red, while those who work with ink are stained black. Don’t you be like Mu Bai!” Zhao Manyan immediately looked away.

“They are struggling to pull their legs out after stepping into the mud, but look at this part of his neck. It was already under the mud, but the Hippopotamus Beast tore him in half because of its outstanding strength,” Mo Fan pointed out.

“Can you please take my feelings into consideration? I have no interest in dead bodies!” Zhao Manyan swore impatiently, not looking.

Mu Bai, however, stuck his face in and inspected the dead body closely.