Chapter 1 The Lamb to be Slaughtered_3

Wu Xiaode dismissed the idea of picking up a weapon.

During his hesitation, the masked man had flown to the corner of the wall, aiming for the tunnel, closely followed by the old man riding the Fire Bird.

A sudden change occurred.

Atop the mountain of corpses, the giant abruptly lifted its head, baring its ferocious sharp teeth and sneered:

"A professional? Your flesh must be quite chewy."

Wu Xiaode didn't see clearly what happened.

All he saw was the giant's hand, as if made of steel, reaching through the air—

The next instant.

The masked man was caught firmly in its grip and tossed into its mouth, where it started to chew vigorously.

"Tastes terrible!"

The giant shook its head, reaching out with its other hand and casually grabbed.

The Fire Bird was instantly extinguished, and the old man was grasped in its entirety, the giant held him to its nose for a sniff, and with a tone of disappointment said:

"The fear in your heart is too strong; your flesh tastes sour."

With one slap, it sent the old man flying into a solid stone wall hundreds of meters away.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, wielding his scepter, unleashed a glimmer that formed into a shield-shaped light—

The giant's solitary eye suddenly widened, staring straight at the old man.

An unbelievable scene ensued!

A Deep Red Beam shot out from the giant's sole eye, piercing through the light shield and hitting the old man.

The old man didn't even let out a scream before his entire body completely disintegrated, turning into a puddle of fresh red bloodstains on the wall, slowly trickling down and gradually drying.

He died.

—Just like a mosquito that was slapped dead.

The giant grunted, continuing to chew broadly while turning its head and its solitary eye towards Wu Xiaode.

All of this happened in just a few short breaths.

The masked man and the old man had just reached the front of the tunnel in the corner of the wall, and Wu Xiaode had just decided against picking up weapons.

Everything started and ended so abruptly.

Wu Xiaode stared blankly at the eye-catching pool of crimson on the stone wall.

—There's no point in running now!

It looked like the only option left was death.

Wu Xiaode gritted his teeth, picked up the curved knife from the ground—

He had no idea what the point was, but regardless, he mustn't act like a coward in the last moment of his life!

He took a deep breath and raised the curved knife.

—So heavy!

The curved knife was lifted above his head with great difficulty, swaying unsteadily due to the poor grip.

—How am I supposed to fight like this?

There's simply no way to fight at all!

Wu Xiaode thought absentmindedly.

He met the giant's gaze—

That ugly, indifferent, merciless giant eye emanated an increasingly apparent mockery.

The giant snorted contemptuously and muttered:

"For countless years, you lesser species have rarely dared to fight me aside from running away, and those who do can't even take one of my moves, let alone hit me; ants, you are truly as mundane and laughable as dust."

No one had ever hit it before.

Moreover, it seemed to know what he was thinking.

Despair welled up in Wu Xiaode's heart.

The giant stretched out its hand and flicked Wu Xiaode through the air with a casual gesture.

Before Wu Xiaode could react, the Scale Armor he wore suddenly ignited with a glow that completely enveloped him.

Thump!

A muffled sound.

Wu Xiaode was sent flying, tumbling several times before hitting a wall and ending up so dizzy he couldn't stand up for a moment.

The glow around the armor wavered.

The entire Scale Armor emitted "crackling" and "cracking" sounds, cracked open with dense spider-web-like lines, and finally fell apart, clattering to the ground.

The Scale Armor, with its magical power, was completely destroyed.

The giant spoke in a tone deprived of interest, "It was that interesting Battle Armor… but what good does it do? Its owner is nearly dead, and you will die too."

Wu Xiaode's frame wobbled, but he managed to lean against the wall and slowly stand up, gasping for air.

He owed his life to the girl's Battle Armor.

He had almost died just now!

The giant seemed to have lost interest and stopped looking at him; instead, it opened its wide mouth full of sharp fangs—

Spit!

An afterimage was expelled, flying out like a shadow, hitting the wall, and bouncing to the ground with a crisp sound.

Dead silence.

Wu Xiaode stared at the longsword stained red with blood, his entire being stunned.

It was the sword that the masked man had been gripping tightly all along.

By that logic—

The flying masked man had already been swallowed by the giant.

I—

Is this also my fate?

Why do I have to face such a thing?

Wu Xiaode felt somewhat dazed.

Behind him, the little girl whispered rapidly:

"Run—The giant seems full, and its desire to attack has reduced a lot. You're just an ordinary person, it doesn't fancy your flesh—"

"This is your chance to escape from here!"

Wu Xiaode's gaze swept around and noticed blood sprinkled in front of the small hole in the corner; the inside was dark, leading to who knows where.

Yes, the hole was small, and the giant couldn't pass through it!

"Let's go together!"

Wu Xiaode dropped the short knife and hastily went to support the little girl.

No matter what, her Battle Armor had saved his life just now; he had to repay the favor!

"Don't bother with me, my injuries are too severe, and my bones are also broken, I can't survive," the little girl said painfully.

Wu Xiaode looked at her twisted legs and felt as if something was stirring fiercely in his chest, a wave of indescribable emotions gradually filling him.

His eyes focused once more on the line of ice crystal text in the void:

"Task Two: Lambs to the Slaughter."

Is there really a chance for survival?

Even the task itself says the hope is extremely faint.

Wu Xiaode looked again toward the tunnel.

The ground trembled slightly.

The giant began to climb down sluggishly from the towering Corpse Mountain, seemingly intending to come this way.