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Chapter 1150 - 799: Slow Progress (2)

We’ll have to keep this thing handy in the future.And the tasks ahead for them were merely the less dangerous small tasks on the mission board.

These task slips covered the mission board like falling snow.

In another area.

The stench of the swamp was almost tangible.

The Beastman duo, originally at odds but forged a friendship aboard the ship, Hog and Wolf, were wading waist-deep through the viscous, rancid mire, surrounded by three enormous "Bone-eating Pangolins."

These creatures were the size of rhinos, covered in heavy, earth-colored bone plates with claws like miner’s drills.

They had astonishing resistance to Wolf’s bites and Hog’s chops, and what’s more troubling, they moved swiftly through the swamp.

One of them suddenly flipped over, its massive tail hammer, laden with foul swamp water, smashed hard into Wolf’s flank as he failed to dodge.

"Awoo!"

Wolf howled in pain, knocked flying, crashing heavily into a deeper mire, likely cracking several bones, struggling to stand up.

He still somewhat couldn’t adapt to the body that, despite its pain and protest, felt strangely unaffected.

This was something they had to experience after datafication.

For example, having a gaping hole in your thigh, a situation where you should not be able to stand, or pain that was expressed that way, but somehow you could still stand in this odd way.

It’s said in the Night Watcher’s training for new recruits, this confrontation is of utmost priority; if you can’t naturally overcome it, you’re not a true Night Watcher.

"Stupid dog!!"

Hog roared in fury, his giant axe chopped viciously into the bone plate connection of a pangolin’s neck, sparks and bone dust splattering, finally forcing it back.

Yet another charged from the side, its gigantic drill-like claws lunging straight for his exposed flank.

Hog glanced at Wolf, trapped and unable to extricate himself amid the mire, and at the third creature lying in wait, his heart sinking.

This creature’s hide was so thick-skinned it was unimaginable; the Neutralizer given in the mission seemed to have little effect on them.

Just as the pangolin’s claws were about to stab Hog, this frenzied Beastman did not retreat; instead, a ruthless, desperate gleam flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled out two things from the potion compartment at his waist, one a sticky corrosive Neutralizer issued by the mission, the other an "Opening Solvent" he’d exchanged from Night Watcher logistics using extra Contribution Points.

This stuff was originally for leveling the surrounding environment, used on stubborn boulders.

But it was later discovered, against certain beasts with high-level defense abilities, particularly those with shells featuring structures similar to minerals, it was highly effective.

"Open wide for me!!"

Hog bellowed, smashing the mouth of the two bottles together with a "snap" to mix them.

The blue-purple pungent liquid immediately boiled and fumed.

Ignoring the excruciating pain of his burned palm, he splashed the entire violently reacting mixture directly into the gaping maw and fragile mouth of the charging pangolin.

Who knows where he learned this use from.

An unknown Night Watcher Alchemist sneezed somewhere.

"Shhh—Owl!!!!!!"

A horrific scream of pain erupted instantaneously, the pangolin’s massive body convulsing uncontrollably, its sturdy bone plate armor unable to protect its fragile oral cavity and esophagus.

The terrible acid mixture instantly corroded and dissolved its internal soft tissue, the enormous creature tossing and turning in the mud, churning up tremendous waves of mire.

This sudden change made the movements of the other two pangolins hesitate for a moment.

In that instant of respite.

"Now’s the chance! Wolf! Can you move?!"

Hog shouted towards the floundering direction of the mire.

"Can... can!"

Wolf, bearing intense pain, was able to stand again thanks to the strong healing power from his werewolf bloodline, his eyes gleaming with a ghostly green light.

He spotted the opening left by the pangolin distracted by its companion’s misery.

The inner thigh armor connection!

Wolf charged like a black lightning, stepping on a floating rotting log for leverage, his sharp claws pinpointed the leg root of the distracted pangolin, brutally piercing that relatively thin connection flesh.

Meanwhile, Hog abandoned the precious solvent, roaring as he swung his giant axe with unmatchable brute force, hacking ruthlessly upon the neck wound of the incapacitated pangolin.

Blood, howl, and mud splattered!

Hog’s desperate gambit and Wolf’s deadly precision strike in that dire situation finally tore open a path in what seemed an unsolvable predicament.

The last two monsters were killed in the ensuing turmoil, and the two stood back-to-back, panting heavily in the bloodied mire.

Gazing at the fallen bodies of the Giant Beasts, their eyes weary but filled with victorious arrogance, Hog waved his mildly burned hand and cursed with a grin, "Damn! Next time, I’ll bring a battering ram!"

Elsewhere, at the forefront of the highest-level mission.

The gale swept through the black jagged canyon entrance, the flying sand and stones rattling lightly against the thick power armor.

The Iron Wolf Mercenary Corps convoy was forced to halt here. Several torn, massive demon wolf corpses lay at the edge of temporary fortifications, slain by the automatic turrets. Yet at this moment, the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy.

Commander Victor stood beside a medium Energy Shield Generator, hurriedly assembled and flashing as it was calibrated, his face sullen as he watched the video feed from the automatic scout puppets.