Very quickly, the mud slime sucked the black energy inside the carrion mole completely dry.
And the carrion mole, having lost its black energy, soon had its originally red eyes dim. Then its head tilted, its limbs curled up, and it died beyond any doubt.
Whoosh!
After killing the carrion mole, the mud slime quickly crawled back onto Ethan's ankle.
Even though the little mud slime had just saved his life, having such a soft-bodied worm stuck to him still made Ethan feel uncomfortable all over.
It gave him a feeling he couldn't quite accept.
But fortunately, after he tentatively gave the little mud slime a command, it actually understood what Ethan said and even acted according to his instructions.
"Can you understand me? If you can, then get off my ankle first and go down to the ground."
The little mud slime wasn't like other animals that would nod or make human-like gestures.
It was more like some kind of machine operating according to a program. It simply left Ethan's ankle quickly, returned to the ground, and curled into a ball, waiting for Ethan's next instruction.
When Ethan saw that this mud slime was so obedient and well-behaved even from such a young stage, he finally felt a bit relieved.
Then he took out a handful of mud slime eggs and said, "Can you help me send all of these underground? Feed them to those carrion moles and bring out all your brothers and sisters! Can you do it?"
Whoosh!
The little mud slime gave no reply, only lifted its head and suddenly opened its mouth wide.
Ethan saw that inside this little thing's mouth, there was no tongue and nothing else, just a dark, hollow throat. It looked like a straight passage all the way through its body.
But inside the mud slime's mouth, along the inner walls or whatever it should be called, there were densely packed tiny protrusions, like little triangles.
If he wasn't mistaken, those should be the mud slime's teeth.
Seeing this action, Ethan quickly understood. The little thing was asking him to put the eggs into its mouth so it could carry them down.
Crack!
Crack! Crack!
Seeing more and more red exclamation marks appearing around him, ready to burst out of the ground, Ethan knew there was no time to waste. He hurriedly poured all the mud slime eggs into the little mud slime's mouth.
Fortunately, the mud slime eggs were very small, about the size of fish roe in caviar.
They were yellowish-brown, with slightly translucent shells. If you looked closely, you could see the curled bodies inside, sometimes even wriggling a little, like microorganisms under a magnifying glass.
"Alright, go!"
After Ethan put all the eggs into the little mud slime's mouth, it quickly burrowed underground. Not long after, all kinds of miserable screams from carrion moles came from beneath the ground.
Just from the sound, it was brutal.
Pop!
As for the carrion moles that still dared to show their heads, Ethan naturally didn't let them off.
He directly took out a bamboo pole from his backpack. Whenever one dared to pop out, he shoved it right back down.
As long as they were pushed back in, what awaited them was death.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
As the number of carrion moles Ethan shoved back decreased, he saw that the number of red exclamation marks underground was also rapidly decreasing. As for the mud slimes he had incubated, the system didn't give any prompts.
Probably because they were his pets.
In any case, although there were no red exclamation marks, Ethan could feel that the number of lifeforms connected to him was increasing. After each mud slime hatched, it formed a faint connection with him.
But the strength wasn't very strong, only enough for Ethan to sense them.
"ROAR!"
The Tyrant seemed to realize that another one of its servants had been wiped out by Ethan.
It immediately pounded its chest in fury. As it kept pounding, the Tyrant began to grow rapidly. It seemed that sensing danger had driven it into a berserk state.
At this moment, Ethan's cursed doll was also about to reach the Tyrant.
Although the cursed doll moved very slowly, no creature could touch it without dying. This made Ethan quite curious whether the cursed doll could directly take down the Tyrant.
The rotten corpse wolves were also being held back by the cursed doll.
They followed the Tyrant's command and had to stop the cursed doll.
But they didn't dare touch it.
So they could only circle around the cursed doll, baring their teeth and snarling from time to time.
"BOOM!"
After swelling up, the Tyrant was now surrounded by a layer of black mist.
It seemed to sense the terror of the cursed doll as well.
So the Tyrant simply swung its massive arm.
And then, it slapped a nearby rotten corpse wolf flying away. That unlucky wolf just happened to crash into the cursed doll that was wobbling toward the Tyrant, sending it flying far away.
["Ethan, I curse your ancestors!"]
Even as the cursed doll was sent flying, it still cursed loudly at Ethan, ["Can't you just carry me in front of the Tyrant? Do you not know my legs are short?"]
["I finally walked this far, and now I'm sent all the way back!"]
["I curse you, I curse your whole family!"]
Watching the cursed doll get carried a hundred meters away under a large dead tree by the already cursed-to-death rotten corpse wolf, and then get pinned under it, struggling for a long time without managing to flip over, Ethan couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.
No wonder the cursed doll was angry. With legs less than fifteen centimeters long, soft and stubby, it really wasn't easy for it to walk that far. And now it had been slapped back. Of course it would be furious.
The cursed doll's power was indeed great, but its mobility was truly terrible.
Especially after changing into this new body, it was even worse.
It seemed… this cursed doll could only be used as a hidden weapon for sneak attacks when the enemy wasn't prepared. In a direct confrontation, with its level of agility, unless the opponent was completely crippled, there was no way it could get close.
Looks like the remaining rotten corpse wolves and the Tyrant could only be handled by him.
"ROAR!"
The Tyrant let out a furious roar and charged straight toward Ethan.
With the Tyrant, over ten meters tall, rushing forward, Ethan could even feel the ground shaking. It was terrifying.
Ethan quickly moved to hide in another direction.
But he realized that the Tyrant seemed able to track his position at all times. No matter how he changed direction, the Tyrant would adjust its direction the very next second.
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