ushernet Chapter 401: 415 Classic Tactics
Chapter 401: 415 Classic Tactics
Chapter 401: Chapter 415 Classic Tactics
“Big brother, are you sure this method works?”
Bruto, transformed into a Succubus, and Lancelot walked side by side out of the corner, approaching the huge figure sitting on the ground with its back to them.
“Of course I’m not sure,” Lancelot shrugged, “Our goal is to lead it away. If the process is about being chased rather than hunted, the experience should be much more pleasant.”
They did not deliberately hide the sound of their footsteps, and the monster in front seemed to have heard the movement behind it but didn’t pay any attention, instead focusing intently on what it was doing.
Lancelot and Bruto circled to the front of the monster from left and right and saw a scene that made their stomachs churn: the creature was gnawing on a humanoid being that had been skinned.
Yes, the monster that the Goblin Head Chef called Paji had taken off its headgear and was eagerly feasting. The goblin had described its face as an Ogre’s head soaked in cow urine for three days, and Lancelot thought the description was quite vivid.
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As for what it was eating... since half of it had already been gnawed away, it was difficult to determine whether the blurred mass of flesh once belonged to a goblin or a gnoll, but watching it shove limbs that were still dripping with blood and recognizable as hands and shins into its mouth, even Lancelot couldn’t help feeling a shiver crawl up his scalp.
However, he still noticed some details: the creature’s teeth were not sharp, they were more adapted to chewing than tearing, making it seem more human than beast; its massively gaping mouth at the bottom was so large it could fit a Halfling, allowing food to slide directly into its throat without the need for swallowing.
“Hey, big guy!” Bruto, seemingly unaffected by the scene in front of him, greeted with a light tone, “What are you eating that smells so good?”
The Butcher turned its attention away from its food and looked toward the source of the voice. Its swollen face featured two round eyeballs hanging without eyelids, resembling eggs pressed into a snowman for eyes.
It didn’t seem much interested in Lancelot after his Transformation, making the Human Knight feel a strange sense of loss. However, upon seeing Bruto’s bearded Succubus face after his Transformation, the monster’s eyes bulged out like those of a goldfish, as if it had seen something incredible.
“Whoa! Pervert!!” Bruto’s voice even took on a whining tone, the usually fearless Dwarf experiencing a threat he had never felt before: someone was coveting his body.
This was, to the Dwarf, quite terrifying.
Lancelot too was startled by the monster’s abrupt attack. Although he managed to dodge the hook, he could tell from the passing rush of air that the force was substantial. Not to mention Bruto—even he would have been pulled right up to the monster if hit, and what might happen next, Lancelot did not want to find out.
Their pace of escape suddenly increased, all the while having to dodge iron hooks hurled at them from behind. In no time, Lancelot led Bruto to the outskirts of the kitchen where the Goblins worked, taking much less time than planned. Their task was to draw the monster away to create an opportunity for the others to slip by—returning too soon might end up causing the chasing monster to collide with their companions.
Lancelot knew that he and Bruto must engage with the creature for a few more minutes, but the heavy iron hook was no joke; every second spent near this beast increased the likelihood of serious injury.
After turning another corner, they had reached the outside of the kitchen. Instinctively, Lancelot pulled Bruto into a half-open door, just in time to see the Goblin Head Chef Rotfoot stumbling to his feet from the ground.
“Who goes there... oh—Hey~! Hi~ two beauti—AHHH!! Monster!!!!”
In less than a heartbeat, a mix of confusion, surprise, and flattering expressions crossed the Head Chef’s face, ultimately freezing in terror. Even a Goblin couldn’t deal with the concept of a bearded Succubus.
It wasn’t Lancelot’s intention to pick this specific room, but an idea flashed in his mind as he looked towards a wooden barrel open in the corner. The Goblin had claimed it contained water from the Stygian River, and being a resident of Twin Bridges Town, Lancelot could tell it was the real deal. Rather than risk being hooked by the creature, perhaps they could use this most mysterious liquid from the Multiverse to keep the monster at bay for a while.
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