Chapter 12: The Swamp Giant is a Little Mud
How to describe this fear that goes deep into my bones.
It seemed to have become the small piece of mud under the stone slabs of the temple, looking forward to the great existence that could not be looked directly at to step over it every day.
It was unknown how much time had passed, so long that its body had turned yellow and cracked due to lack of water, and it was gradually unable to support the heavy stone slabs. The little mud moved its tentacles and felt a vibration coming from the ground.
Finally, a certain being walked out of the temple.
She had light steps and moved quickly across several stone slabs. The little mud boy regained his spirit and poked his head out eagerly.
The slender figure stopped on the stone slab just inches away and glanced at it: "Dirty mud."
The terrifying divine power attacked the little mud, pressing it down tightly. The huge force was destroying its body, grinding it into powder inch by inch.
She easily suppressed all the restless resistance and said lightly, "How can a creature like you have the courage to survive in this world? You should be reduced to dust and ashes."
The little mud huddled and trembled, not daring to have even the slightest conflict with the supreme being. But even when its existence was denied, it still meekly lowered its head, stretched out its body, and allowed her to exert pressure as she pleased.
An excitement so secret that it could not be expressed in words surged in his heart. Being stepped on by her and annihilated by her power was such a thrilling way to die.
Swamp Giant: "Gulp~"
Cool~
"What's wrong with it?"
The swamp giant in front of him suddenly collapsed into a ball, twitching from time to time and spitting out a few black bubbles.
The angel frowned: "Is it laughing?"
The swamp giant turned into a puddle and lost its initial strong aggressiveness. After no longer actively attacking, it was easily blocked outside by the sturdy iron gate of the temple.
“Gurgle gurgle…”
A series of bubbles emerged from the body of the swamp giant, emitting short, low syllables, but no one here could understand the mud language. They could only judge from the behavior of the swamp giant that it seemed to be in some kind of excited state.
It was blowing bubbles and looked very comfortable.
Then, the huge body gradually solidified into shape. The swamp giant that blocked out the sky and the sun lowered its head slightly, and its "eye sockets" filled with mud looked directly at the humans and angels standing in front of it.
Chen Shuang looked solemn.
[Divine Power] could only stop the mud monster for a moment. She thought for a moment, quietly turned over the Joker card, and several explosive stories quickly flashed through her mind, preparing herself in advance.
The swamp giant who stood up again did not continue to try to reach into the iron gate. Instead, he took a step back, raised his right hand made of swamp, and reached into his chest to dig around.
The surging mud rolled in his chest, and a few lumps fell to the ground from time to time. After searching for a long time, the mud giant finally stopped, took out a ball of even darker mud, and handed it forward.
The angel stood in front of Chen Shuang, spread his wings to protect her, and stared at the movements of the swamp giant motionlessly.
Chen Shuang poked her head out from behind its white wings: "What does it want to do?"
Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, the swamp giant lowered his head and thought for a while, then took a few steps back and continued to stubbornly move the mud in his hand forward.
Fei noticed something and guessed, "It wants to offer its heart to the temple."
heart?
That black mud?
Seeing that no one paid any attention to it, the swamp giant thought silently for a while, then reached out to continue digging into his heart and successfully took out two new lumps of mud.
One ball of gold, one ball of silver.
It held three lumps of heart mud of different colors and handed them forward. Although the giant made of mud had no eyes, Chen Shuang still felt a burning gaze focused on her.
She glanced at the eager swamp giant and imagined the river god fishing for gold and silver axes: Do you want this golden heart, this silver heart, or this ordinary, ugly, even dirty and smelly black heart?
Is there a possibility that it is not a matter of color?
She doesn't charge protection fees at all!
Especially something like the heart, which looks very weird once it is taken out!
Fei thought of something and relaxed his expression. He reminded him, "This is the tradition of the swamp giants. It represents submission and must be accepted personally to show respect. If you refuse, it means you do not recognize surrender, indicating that you do not accept submission and are determined to fight to the death."
Chen Shuang looked at the hand that the swamp giant had stretched out, with three balls of mud of strange colors and even stranger shapes in the palm of his hand, and took a deep breath.
"If you don't accept this ball of mud, does that mean you want to fight?"
She looked at the lumps of heart mud mixed with unknown things, and then looked at the iron gate that was already in a mess.
If the fight continued, it wouldn't just be the area at the door that would be damaged. Chen Shuang shuddered at the thought of the interior of the temple being covered in black mud.
After thinking for a while, Chen Shuang took out a pair of sturdy rubber gloves and put them on carefully, making sure every inch of her skin was tightly wrapped. She also found a box with a large enough capacity and placed it solemnly in front of the door.
After everything was ready, she calmed down and said, "We accept the peace talks. I will keep your heart safe."
The swamp giant's outstretched hand trembled slightly, as if he had heard something terrible. His huge body suddenly turned his back, his shoulders twitching as if he was wiping away tears.
It felt like getting what I wanted and shedding tears right there. So how many times has this guy given his heart, and how many times has he been rejected?
Turning around, the swamp giant handed over his muddy heart with his eyes full of mud, waiting eagerly for her move.
Chen Shuang took it with both hands, carefully placed it in the prepared box, closed the lid, and the heart of the swamp giant completely disappeared from sight. The peculiar fishy smell gradually faded.
She took off her gloves and threw them away, then checked herself.
Very good, no stain on clothes.
"Do you have anything else to do?"
Looking up, Chen Shuang discovered that the swamp giant had not left yet. Its initial ferocious posture was gone, replaced by a kind of uh... shyness?
Shen Shuang was sure she was not mistaken.
The swamp giant began to mumble about his needs, but unfortunately no one could understand his mud language. He lowered his hands dejectedly, feeling a little lost.
"Wait a moment," Chen Shuang said, "If you want to communicate, please don't resist me next."
【You are using "Witch's Secret"】
[Spiritual power determination successful, you have successfully established contact with [Dark Dependent·Muck Giant]]
"Can you hear me?"
[Gulu…Gulu?]
Suddenly, a clear male voice appeared in the mental network. It spoke tentatively, with a crisp boyish voice.
Suddenly, the swamp giant began to get excited.
[Hear...can hear]
Unexpectedly, the gender of the swamp giant is male. For a moment, the question of the origin of the world, "Why does mud have gender?" flashed through Chen Shuang's mind.
She shook off her doubts and asked, "What did you want to say just now? You can tell me now."
The swamp giant was a little shy. He tidied up his appearance and expressed his needs in the mental network.
[Can you... step on me again?]
Chen Shuang:???
What perverted and ludicrous words are you talking about!
*
After seeing off the swamp giant who looked happy and kept gurgling on the road, Chen Shuang felt that she was a little behind the times.
Although she was stepping on the mud through leaves, the mud giant kept gurgling, and she felt her feet gradually getting heavier as she stepped on it.
Just like patting a cat, the louder the cat meows, the more embarrassed the owner will be.
[Congratulations, you have +1 citizen]
【Swamp Giant】
[Extreme theists, earth-type creatures who once lay under the stone slabs of the Dark Temple. They are resentful because their long-cherished wishes have been repeatedly shattered, and they are a stubborn race that desperately desires the sight of God.
But no one wants to step over the body of a swamp giant, not even God.
[Achieved the title: Fart-slapping master]
Current citizens:
[Dark Dependent: Xiaohong]
[Fallen Angel Fei]
[Dark Dragon Lilitan]
[Swamp Giant - Little Mud]
[Congratulations, Power +1]
Current forces:
Ant Army——Colorful Demon Ants
Fallen Angel——Fei
Dark Dragon - Supmir
Mire Giant——Only Gods】
[Congratulations, your faction's stability value has increased by +500]
*
The fog in the Lost Land was particularly thick today, and the magic ants rushed back home before dawn, three hours earlier than usual.
Xiaohong lowered her moth antennae in disappointment, as if feeling guilty for not being able to bring back more purple stones.
"You have to go home when it gets dark and not stay outside. This is my request, not your fault."
Chen Shuang comforted him, "And Xiaohong is already amazing. She actually brought back so many purple stones in a much shorter time than usual. Xiaohong is even more powerful today, right?"
Xiaohong raised her tentacles slightly and looked at Chenshuang with moist eyes.
[Tomorrow, bring back more and more]
"Well, we'll keep working hard tomorrow," Chen Shuang patted its head. "Now is Xiaohong's rest time. Do you want to take everyone to see the changes at home?"
Xiaohong nodded heavily and called on her companions in the mental network to explore the larger Dark Temple with her.
*
There has always been a night-glow pearl lamp in Chen Shuang's room. After the Dark Temple was upgraded, the lamp seemed to be even brighter, and the light illuminated the entire room.
Today, 100 magic crystals were collected, a total of ten rounds. Chen Shuang opened the card pool to draw before going to bed at night.
The Pale Hand has gained weight recently, and the joints of its palms are slightly rounded. After fishing in the pool, I found that it was nine blue and one purple as the minimum guarantee. I have gotten used to it. It can be said that I have deeply understood the essence of being fat and happy.
There are more types of blue items this time, including a box of fish fry, a box of cooked food, a box of plastic fishing bait, and the rest are all clothes.
Chen Shuang touched the finely crafted clothes in her hands and roughly compared them to see if they were the right size.
Two of the pieces are dresses, one of which has a haze blue base color and is inlaid with intricate gold-edged patterns. The various complex little details make the dress quite charming, like a mysterious aristocrat living alone in a high tower.
The other long dress is of similar style, but it is changed to a more elegant platinum color.
In addition to the two skirts, there is also a simple suit that is convenient for work. It is made of dark, hard fabric and looks very resistant to dirt.
The last part is a wide black cloak. Under the light, you can vaguely see the complex silver-white patterns. Once the hood is buckled, only the chin can be seen, which makes the feeling of mystery full.
After tidying up her clothes, Shen Shuang looked at the other two exquisite clothes that were obviously the size of figurines.
It turns out that the card pool not only took into consideration her need to change clothes, but also took into account the need for small figurines of the deity.
Praise the upright and kind God of the card pool.
An elegant aristocratic suit and a Western-style Lolita skirt.
Well, after looking around, I still think the maid outfit suits my taste.
The priest's mission for today is not yet complete.
Chen Shuang successfully convinced herself: "It's the same if I pray while lying in bed."
The large sculpture in the hall was a statue of a god, and the small figurine in her hand was also a statue of a god. They were of the same origin and had no difference. Too lazy to go to the center of the hall and pretend, Chen Shuang lay down directly and covered herself with a quilt.
"Praise the Dark Devil," she said, tying a bow on her figurine and beginning to chatter. "Even though I'm wrapped in coarse cloth, I possess the qualities of gold and jade. This means I shouldn't be overly concerned with my clothes. I need to be resolute in my heart, not afraid of other people's gazes, and radiate kindness from within..."
It’s better for God to be asleep.
After putting the night pearl lamp back into the backpack, the room suddenly became dark. The small statue placed on the table facing the wall suddenly pursed its lips, and after a few breaths, it fell silent again.
The obsidian sculpture stood silently on the table, as if nothing had happened.
The god sitting high on the throne suddenly moved, and then quickly fell into a deep sleep again.
The quality of gold and jade... a very poetic metaphor.
Chen Shuang had no idea that a god who was almost fooled was thinking over her words over and over again. Early the next morning, she was awakened by a knock on the door.
It's an angel knocking on the door.
Fei's expression was hard to describe. Seeing Chen Shuang looking at him with confusion, he simply said, "Something happened in the fish pond."
By the time Chen Shuang finished packing and arrived at the fish pond, it was already in chaos.
Chen Shuang rubbed her eyes.
She saw a group of big men in simple clothes dancing wildly. They tried to escape but were held tightly by hands stretched out from the fish pond.
The mermaid's face turned red with anger, and she shouted, "You damned bastards, how dare you come and steal my child? Go to hell, you scum!"
He raised his tail fiercely and slapped the thief in the face, and immediately there was another burst of ghostly howling.
An angry fish is a stealing thief.
Shen Shuang blinked.
There were also people who were stunned.
By the way, are the mermaids really that powerful?
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