Bounty Mercenary Group
Chapter 79 - 79 79 The End

79: Chapter 79: The End 79: Chapter 79: The End These Undead attacked in patterns as simple and dull as their intelligence.

They raised their shiny, icy axes, chopping down, only to raise them again in a frenzy, only emphasizing their limited intellect.

Yet, in their relentless onslaught, they slowly wore down the monster, preventing it from retaliating, granting Violet a bit of relief.

From the beginning, these undead creatures gnawed at the monster’s tentacles, charging at it like rabid dogs chase after a thief.

When its boneless muscles collided with the sharp axes, there could only be one result.

Its tentacles were chopped off at the very root.

The stronger it was, the quicker it was cut, its dark green blood spraying far and wide.

Losing its tentacles – its only weapons -, it was also stripped of its ability to defend itself.

This was why its intimidating presence dwindled.

The undeads were far more numerous than its tentacles, and they swarmed the monster’s body like ants in the blink of an eye.

At first, the flexible, extendable tentacles of the monster wrapped around several unfortunate skeletons, a sight at which even the monster seemed to take joy.

But its joy didn’t last long, because the other undeads promptly chopped off those tentacles, and it lost control.

The more energetically it swung its tentacles, the faster they were severed.

After the gray-ish purple appendages were cut off, they twitched and fell to the ground, only to be immediately hacked into mincemeat by the swarming Undead.

The air turned even more putrid with the smell of the pulverized creature’s body.

Then, under the relentless attack of the Undead, the monster’s already grotesque and nauseating visage was smashed into bits.

If, initially, it looked like a mashed meatloaf, now, it looked like a meatloaf thrown on the ground, stomped several times, and then chopped up.

After the onslaught, its appearance was horrific, unbearable to the point that no one could look at it directly.

The surroundings were splattered with dark green blood and littered with chunks of meat, and the air was filled with the lit up souls of some unfortunate Undead.

These bluish flames were all that remained of the Undead, whose skeletal frames were completely corroded by the white slimes.

Violet watched these pitiful creatures, sighed helplessly, and waved her hand to send them back to their original space.

This was a loss she had never experienced!

Violet never thought that, in facing a monster of this caliber, she could lose so many Undead.

Although it seemed that the Undead hadn’t inflicted substantial damage to the monster, the monster, unlike normal creatures, wasn’t becoming weaker after each hit, nor was its ability to retaliate waning.

Violet sighed silently, blaming herself for underestimating the monster.

She hoped that killing it would yield a good reward, otherwise, wouldn’t the deaths of all those Undead be in vain?!

With this thought, Violet gripped her weapon tighter.

She knew that every creature in this world abided by certain rules, yet this creature seemed to be the exact opposite.

It seemed to possess an endless life force, and no matter what the Undead did, it seemed to be all in vain.

The roots of the severed tentacles flailed in the air, as if trying to grow something to attack the Undead again.

The Undead’s subsequent attacks seemed to only add more wounds to the creature’s body.

The wounds seemed severe, but not fatal.

Therefore, Violet finally understood that only she could deliver the fatal blow to this creature.

If she didn’t attack, who knew how many years or months it would take for the Undead to kill the monster.

If she really left it alone…

even if the Undead chopped the horrible monster into pulp, with its tenacious vitality, it might still cling to life.

The only thing that could truly kill it seemed to be the Crimson Spear in Violet’s hand.

This weapon carried the rule of devouring all living beings.

As long as it pierced the life source of the other party, even a god could be turned into ashes in an instant.

And if there weren’t any surprises, the grotesque eyeball of the monster was its life source.

Under the glow of magic, the creature’s life source shone like a small sun.

Just that, Violet had one tiny complaint.

She really didn’t want to use her weapon to attack the creature.

It was too ugly, too repulsive.

Moreover, the Undead were still swinging their weapons, splattering dark green blood all over the monster’s body!

But if she didn’t act, everything they had done so far would be in vain, was she supposed to just give up here?

Despite the many reluctances in her heart, Violet sighed helplessly in the end, and then she leaped into action.

In the vast underground space, with no more tentacles blocking her, Violet in mid-air gripped her Crimson Spear.

The monster, as if it sensed that the red object could inflict a fatal wound, writhed even more franticly.

And at this moment, its silent mouth finally made a dreadful sound.

But no matter how it resisted, it was all futile.

In order to avoid getting splattered by the slime after it died, Violet summoned her most powerful magical shield.

The monster’s pupils suddenly contracted; it stared at Violet, unwilling to submit.

This was the only thing it could do now.

Apart from death, the Crimson Spear didn’t leave anything else.

The sharp spearhead effortlessly penetrated its pupils, even going through its entire body, aiming straight for its soul flame.

At this moment, through the fluctuation of its soul, Violet felt it pleading for mercy.

It was still just a child; it had not yet matured, and its current form was a result of malnutrition!

But Violet had already determined its fate before she launched her attack.

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