"What a reckless guy, he dares to attack the soul servant of the orc tribe!"
"Looking at your appearance, you must have just climbed out of a mud pit. You are so ugly!"
Fiona, the three-ringed troll, came from the east of Twin Ridge Mountains, her eyes burning with anger, just because she saw the soul attendant Susan Marceau sitting on the ground with lifeless eyes.
The orcs and trolls in the outside world have been fighting each other for tens of millions of years, but in the mist and rain forest, the two forces are just watching each other from a distance as before, except for the glory of the habitat of all beasts.
"Don't act rashly. Rescue the Soul Attendant first, and then we can make long-term plans."
"I vaguely sense that the opponent's strength is far superior to that of you and me. I still have to wait for the report..."
Tristram, the five-ringed troll, was only halfway through his words when his vision suddenly went black, followed by heart-rending pain, so painful that he, who had always been unsmiling, screamed repeatedly.
Afterwards, the three-ringed troll Behemoth was also "eaten" by the giant worm without any surprise. However, neither of them expected to die. The other party simply wanted to have a fluent conversation, nothing more.
"The male one tastes pretty good, but the female one is a bit nauseating. Is it possible that in this world, such an ant can scream at the superior?"
"This kind of situation will never happen in the realm of nothingness. After all, every living thing follows the laws of nature. The strong is strong and should rule all things. The weak can only huddle in a corner and linger."
"These things are called 'natal magic weapons', right? Can you show your true strength? Otherwise, there is no reason to continue living."
After the giant worm devoured four powerful men in a row, it not only completely mastered the orc language, but more importantly, was able to communicate with the creatures in this world on a basic level.
As for what the other party thinks, it is completely outside the scope of the macrophage worm. After all, in its eyes, the other party is not even qualified to talk to itself, and is not even worthy of appearing in front of it.
If he hadn't just finished his journey out of the plane and was still in a weak state, and more importantly, he wouldn't dare to disturb Valkyria St. Odyssey Vanke (Rikka) rashly. The giant worm would definitely destroy the Misty Rain Forest and even this continent.
Destroy them all to warn the ants to stay safe.
Although it is scary to easily kill four strong men, only the giant worm knows that this is not a battle at all.
But even so, it can still live easily. This is the only thing that a superior person has, and it is the absolute power that cannot be doubted.
"You shouldn't have come, or we shouldn't have appeared here."
"But now even if you want to escape, you have to ask the other party. This feeling should be very familiar, for example, you have faced an ancient beast."
"It's a pity that I haven't cultivated to the level of 'Oracle' even after a hundred years. Otherwise, no matter how bad it is, at least I can avoid this kind of disaster."
Soul Attendant Susan Marceau was mumbling to herself as she carefully put away her natal magic weapon (thirteen spirit-binding cards).
More than a hundred years have passed by, and now she is only one step away from the peak level. But that step is far away, and it seems that she will never be able to reach it.
In fact, this is the most common situation among countless professionals. The desires that were originally cherished have gradually disappeared over the long years, and the ambitions that were once there no longer exist. They still call it "just do your best".
Not to mention that the giant worm has not shown its strength at all, Soul Attendant Susan Marceau has now completely lost the desire to fight, and only hopes to end this disaster as soon as possible.
After all, she is not Constance, the orc oracle of today. The fox girl is a veritable prodigy, and reaching the top is like child's play.
"Why should you belittle yourself? In my eyes, whether you can eventually become an 'oracle' or not, I will be your reliable helper."
"As a troll, I will never abandon the call of a Soul Attendant, let alone turn a blind eye to the Soul Attendant's death and choose to escape."
"Since you're all going to die anyway, let's just fight to the fullest so as not to leave any regrets!"
It was a giant demon with muscles all over its body, a giant spear over two meters long, and a pair of eyes that were constantly spewing anger.
Behemoth, a blood-striped troll, a seven-ringed troll, a peak powerhouse. I saw her figure approaching from a distance, and finally stood next to Soul Attendant Susan Marceau.
There was no sadness at all, because the fate of the warrior was death. She did not look for the traces of the two servants, just because she had already set her sights on the giant worm.
Behemoth's moves are very simple, which is also a characteristic of the troll warriors. All the fighting spirit, spiritual power and pressure in the body are gathered at the tip of the weapon at the same time. In the end, Chunting Xuanshi's spear struck like a bolt of lightning.
Macrophagic worm.
The most extreme sharp blow, perhaps in some respects, Behemoth's destructive power is far greater than that of many peak powerhouses. Her existence is another extreme, not caring about moves at all, purely seeking to kill with one blow.
Poof! The Chuntingxuanshi spear was embedded in the mucus, and the originally fierce offensive came to an abrupt end. Under the reaction force, Behemoth flew backwards for dozens of meters, and blood spurted out of his mouth.
"It's not bad, at least it can reach the level of 'food'..."
"Little one, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? If not, then become a part of me. After all, your strength is too insignificant..."
The flap-like mouthparts slightly turned its direction, but it locked onto Behemoth. After all, this was the first food offered to it after it came to this world, and it had no reason to refuse.
As for the previous words of the other two, the giant worm was completely unable to understand them. After all, in the realm of nothingness, every living thing is striving to evolve, and there is no concept of "friends" at all.
In other words, the reason why it surrendered to Valkyria Saint Odyssey Vanke (Rikka) was because the other party's strength was out of reach, and it was not influenced by any emotions.
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Third option.
"You win. This is my strongest blow, but it's a pity that it doesn't even cause any damage."
"Your strength should be above the peak. Then where do you come from? Let alone a newly born ancient beast."
Behemoth was worthy of the title of the pinnacle of power. He stood up tremblingly, as if he did not want to show any cowardice even if he died.
As she said before the battle, having no regrets is the most important thing. In other words, whether you can win or not is already determined, so why bother yourself.
However, the macrophage worm no longer paid attention to the ant's remarks. It could only see the flap-like mouthparts shaking slightly, and the mucus on the surface of the body became a little thicker.
It feels very subtle now, as if it has degenerated into what it was tens of millions of years ago, silently waiting for the enemy to appear.
It was an unprecedented sense of humiliation. The giant worm's body twisted slightly, and then the four basic psychic powers in the air poured into the body crazily.
Two or three ants can still be regarded as having fun, but when more ants come to disturb the giant worm, it feels that it has been despised, as if it no longer has the title of "superior".
This is not its wish. After all, only Valkyria St. Odyssey Vanke (Rikka) can make it surrender. As for other creatures, they can only fight.
However, a few minutes later, the giant worm became expressionless again. It neither let out a breath nor chose to escape from the forest.
It was supposed to be an exciting battle, but after sensing the opponent's strength, it instantly became a child's play. The macrophage worm only hopes to end it as soon as possible, so as to save it from wasting more energy on such trivial matters.