Chapter 59: The Bizarre Minion of the Evil God

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Of course, such an action did not mean that Xiao Yang had truly entered a state of frantic slaughter. It was simply that everything in this sewer gave Xiao Yang a trace of unease.

Everything here, everything that looked normal, seemed not to be normal at all.

The deformed arm on the belly of the red-eyed rat; the slime beginning to collect arm bones of various sizes; and even the moss lizards crawling haphazardly across the ceiling of the lower tunnel—if you sliced open their tails, you would find the deformed, unprotruded bumps hidden within their flesh.

The pale skull in Little Bone's hand fell to the ground, disturbing a large crab inside. No, no, what kind of crab was this? Its legs were tangled together randomly, proliferating at will, twisting into a knotted mess—a bizarre and terrifying thing.

With a heavy thud, a boot came down hard, and this strange crab was crushed into a pulp by Xiao Yang. Little Bone was startled, its hand instinctively grabbing onto Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang rubbed the little fellow's head.

"Be a good boy, hide in the shadow and don't come out casually!"

Everything was deeply abnormal, which made Xiao Yang feel uneasy.

Yet Xiao Yang could not quite put his finger on what exactly was abnormal.

The exploration continued. Reaching the end of a corridor, Xiao Yang's slaughter continued, yet for some reason, he had somehow reached the end of the corridor far too early.

Looking at the solid wall before him, Xiao Yang, holding the map, frowned.

"This isn't right. According to the markings on the map, this corridor should only be two-thirds through. Why did it reach the end so quickly?"

Xiao Yang felt that something was amiss, but the wall right in front of him felt entirely real.

Standing in place for a moment of silence, Xiao Yang cast a deep look at the solid, tangible wall before him.

Turning around, Xiao Yang began to retrace his steps, but shortly after, another seemingly genuine wall appeared before him.

Xiao Yang seemed to be lost, and not only was he lost, but a strange rustling sound also echoed from the end of the corridor—rats, many, many rats, these giant red-eyed rats.

There was no time to dwell on it; it was time to fight.

Xiao Yang found that Robert's description of these rats in his letter was completely accurate: their numbers were virtually endless.

Xiao Yang continuously swung the venomous longsword in his hand, and giant rats fell one after another. Their corpses piled up in the sewer, yet this did not make these giant red-eyed rats seem any fewer.

Countless rats surged forward incessantly, surging without a pause. Xiao Yang did not know how many he had killed—perhaps five hundred, perhaps a thousand, or even more—yet the horde of giant red-eyed rats surging before him had not diminished at all.

Xiao Yang's physical strength was failing him, and with no other choice, he had to fight and retreat simultaneously.

Xiao Yang ran through the sewer. Behind him, the rustling sound grew closer and closer. He held up the map in his hand, but the side paths that should have appeared had almost completely vanished. All that remained was a long, straight corridor and the red-eyed, surging rats at his back.

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Such a scene was truly despairing.

Only someone like Xiao Yang, whose recovery ability was exaggeratedly abnormal, could barely maintain a shred of dignity amidst this prolonged, frantic sprint.

Moreover, Xiao Yang finally figured out what was wrong. Holding the map, he suddenly halted his steps. Facing the rats about to catch up from behind, Xiao Yang pulled a transparent glass bottle from his backpack and hurled it hard behind him. The moment the bottle shattered, flames instantly flared up.

Xiao Yang had thrown a fire grenade; the special grease loaded inside the fire grenade could float on the surface of the water, creating a blazing fire across the water's surface.

The red-eyed rats abruptly stopped in their tracks, wandering in panic and fear outside the flames. In this situation, Xiao Yang gained a brief moment of peace.

Panting heavily, Xiao Yang confirmed what was wrong.

"Something has deceived him—either the map in his hand, or his eyes, or his brain!"

Stiding forward to the seamless wall before him, Xiao Yang raised the venomous longsword high.

To be honest, Xiao Yang wasn't sure what was tricking him right now. He had a lingering feeling that his mind had grown inexplicably sluggish during this mad dash. But it didn't matter; he could test this out.

If it was the map in his hand that had deceived him, that was simple: he would just stop looking at the map. But what if it was the wall before him that had deceived him?

That was equally simple. As a player of the God Game, he had a very straightforward method for determining whether something was an enemy: slash it with a sword.

A fierce sword strike landed heavily on the wall in front of him. It seemed as though no change had occurred; even the harsh sound of the longsword striking stone echoed in Xiao Yang's ears. Yet, at this moment, Xiao Yang smiled.

Behind him, the sea of flames created by the fire grenade was gradually weakening, soon no longer enough to suppress that massive sea of red-eyed rats. Yet Xiao Yang wore a bright, satisfied smile.

The biggest flaw had finally appeared: a red number "25" popped up before Xiao Yang's eyes. The wall in front of him was losing HP. Was this normal? This was not normal!

Slash after slash fell. Soon, the thing disguised as a wall could no longer hold out. The scenery before Xiao Yang began to distort violently until the illusory landscape completely shattered.

A wall of flesh appeared before Xiao Yang.

A wall of flesh constructed from a massive pile of bizarre limbs, hands, and severed heads—things jumbled together haphazardly—stood right in front of Xiao Yang.

It was this very thing that had paved a marathon track for Xiao Yang in the sewer, making him play a game of tag with those damned red-eyed rats.

A sudden surge of anger rushed to his head, and a faint smell of sulfur drifted around Xiao Yang.

Of course, Xiao Yang had already learned his lesson from the bloated drowned corpse when he first arrived in this sewer; this time, he didn't rashly slash away with his sword.

He started with an inspection skill first.

[Multi-armed Wall of Flesh

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Rank: Common
Type: Low-level Minion
Level: 20
HP: 1,000
Defense: 0
Attack: 20
Agility: 5
Spirit: 40
Traits: Spread Pollution, Psychic Camouflage, Mental Misdirection, Low Presence
Description: A low-level polluted derivative, yet still possessing extreme hazards!]

"Good! Good! Good! No explosions or ambush face-slashes, huh? Then it's my turn!"

Wielding the venomous longsword, Xiao Yang began chopping like a butcher. With each slash, Xiao Yang's standard damage reached 25 points, doubled to 50 points under the heavy strike bonus, plus the addition of the Elite Killer trait.

Every single slash dealt 55 points of damage. Although the HP of this multi-armed wall of flesh reached a staggering 1,000 points, as a monster with zero defense taking full damage, it could not last long under Xiao Yang's furious onslaught.

Before long, its HP was drained to zero, turning it into a pool of scattered flesh and blood. Thus, Xiao Yang secured his first official kill of an Evil God's minion.

I must say, this was Xiao Yang's first serious encounter with an Evil God's minion, and furthermore, it was a relatively weak minion with little offensive power. Yet it was precisely this seemingly weak minion of the Evil God that had almost made Xiao Yang capsize in the gutter.

The notification of the God Game popped up at this moment.

[Congratulations to the player for successfully slaying a low-level Evil God minion. You have obtained the achievement: Cleaner of the Heavens.]

[Cleaner of the Heavens: Deal 5% additional damage to Evil God minions.]

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