Getting Anxious

Chapter 68 Getting Anxious

What kind of thing is this?!

The swarm of insects crawled on the skeleton like vines growing on wooden sticks and stone pillars, or like the blood vessels and muscles of some kind of humanoid monster.

The insect's exoskeleton is its skin, while its flesh and neurons become the flesh and nerves of the skeleton.

From swarms of insects and skeletons to insectoids that made adventurers feel like they were facing a formidable enemy, just one glance made Genel feel a little unclean, wondering if he shouldn't have come out at all, how could he have seen such things.

These insectoids are not only disgusting in appearance, but their attack methods are also disgusting.

After observing for a moment, Gianna frowned.

It feels like the left and right hemispheres of my brain are battling each other.

Skeletons, or rather, low-star skeletons, are best at one thing: lunging forward, using their fingers to pry, their mouths to bite, and their body weight to restrain others.

Whether it can cause any real damage is another matter, but during this process, the undead aura on the little skeleton will begin to attack, gradually affecting the state of the target.

But now, the skeletons with the swarm have another form of attack, as if they are humans being controlled by the insects to carry out the attack.

Only occasionally does it reveal the same attack strategy that belonged to skeleton monsters.

The adventurers present varied in strength, but without exception, they were all experienced and ruthless individuals. They could seize these kinds of weaknesses to destroy the insects or cut the insectoids into pieces, and still maintain their lines.

The only minor issue might be that they themselves feel unclean.

The polar rock rhinoceros rushed out of the camp, naturally because it heard Mavis's call.

The behemoth and the knight merged into one, and Mavis wielded the large spear beside the rock rhinoceros indiscriminately, the immense force sweeping away a large area of ​​open ground around him.

What is this thing again?!

If Genelec didn't know, then Mavis was even less likely to know.

Throughout the camp, aside from caution towards the enemy, the prevailing emotion was probably disgust.

When this thing is with a skeleton, it takes on a concrete form, at least doubling its disgustingness.

On one side of the position, Gram gripped his enchanted weapon and slashed out without hesitation, roaring out an orcish war song.

A red light, even more intense than a normal battle cry buff, immediately activated, gently draping over the adventurer beside them like a veil.

"Grem, victory is assured!"

The orcs' war cries resounded throughout the arena, like the battle horns sounding the sounds of blood and rust.

Insectoids, insectoid beasts, and swarms of insects and skeletons swarming toward the camp.

Ginnell stood on a high point in the camp, and the card box in his hand lit up, the magical light beginning to kill these strange things.

With the insect swarms and skeletons behind him providing a comparison, and recalling the intelligence he had recently received, Ginell formed his own judgment.

The stronger skeletons will not stay in the outer areas of the Dark Forest, but will go deeper into the Dark Forest.

As for what to do.

do not know.

Now, Gianna felt she had the answer.

A factory.

A massive factory deeply rooted in the core essence of the planet Silver, a factory that drains blood and flesh.

The swarm is a program, and so is the skeleton.

These two types of monsters are usually unrelated. One is deep inside, doing something unknown, while the other causes trouble on the periphery, incidentally turning some unlucky or unprepared adventurers into their kind.

The swarm will only rush to the perimeter when a certain rule is triggered.

By the time the factory's rules and regulations realize that these two processes are not cooperating, they may already be unable to withstand the onslaught from outside the dungeon.

Then, the two parallel lines will intersect.

Using the honed remains of the undead, combined with the flesh and nerves of the insect swarm, they created even more formidable grunts.

If it's an old man, then it's simple.

Assuming the old man is a boss, then it's like someone is forming a raid group outside, trying to take him down from the outside, while someone else is sabotaging things from within.

To put it simply, it's part of the game's background that's part of this large-scale raid instance.

Because of Jack and Emily, the BOSS seems to have been severely damaged and is now vulnerable to being defeated by adventurers.

Commonly known as a plot-driven kill.

The scene before Ginell was even simpler: the skeletons and the swarm of insects combined to form an armed force, rather than a disorganized mob.

Minions are born to be mowed down by powerful generals; a high-level professional fighting a low-level professional is like spinning a top.

However, there are differences even among the regular soldiers.

Just like a knight's squire, the difference in equipment and actual combat power cannot be concealed by the fact that they share the same status and profession.

The swarm of insects and skeletons are no match for the elite adventurers of the Adventurers' Guild, but the combined insectoid beasts are a different story, enough to make one worry about drowning.

At least for now, they are all guarding the camp and have not rushed out. The one on the outer perimeter who is summoning his battle companions and fighting while retreating is still a member of the Giant Beast Knights of the Northern Alliance Silver Star City.

"This is a serious overreaction."

Genele stroked his chin, wanting to communicate with the old man.

However, the camp's location was somewhat distant from the dungeon, and the communication signal between Ginnell and Silver Star was unstable, so they couldn't hear the old man speaking.

As Ginnell cast his spell, he kept a close eye on his card box.

Sure enough, after Mavis and the Arctic Rock Rhinoceros repelled the attacking insectoids and beasts, a golden light shone on the card box, and the water ripples at the core gem rose noticeably.

[Fate Generator Log Update]

A beer changed the course of fate; the invisible tentacles in the darkness sensed the threat from the beer and the fire, and were forced to make their tentacles visible.

Visible tentacles are enough to gnaw at rocks and pollute the ocean, but once they're seen, they're seen.

Now that it has been seen, it can be dealt with, and it will fall into the eyes of others, even other dark forces.

Countless years ago, that star cast its final, sorrowful gaze, placing its last legacy and gift upon the heavens and earth of Pangu.

This selflessness and kindness may become the shining light that saves him in the future.

Ginnell laughed.

Good riddance, let's pop the champagne!

Every now and then, ask Mavis if the Glenn family has any fine wines that are kept hidden away but that a young talent like him could secretly take out.

He really wanted to taste what the fine wines collected by nobles on the Pangu Continent tasted like, and compare them with his own beer-making skills to see which was better.

This time, the Fate Generator's record didn't update anything too outrageous; it was mostly a retelling and supplement to the previous record update.

The most valuable piece of intelligence was that one piece of information.

The invisible tentacles are no longer effective; instead, they have been replaced by tangible tentacles that are joined together and can be seen.

in short.

Anxious.