Instead, it entered a frenzied state, spouting numerous branches from its sturdy limbs, thrashing wildly.

Bayou surveyed the ground.

Only the level 9 bone beast werewolves barely managed to withstand the monster strike.

Their forms sent flying while the remaining undead were obliterated.

A leader level creature, moreover, it possessed double attributes under the cover of night.

Only a leader level being could withstand Arthur's dragon fire with such resilience.

Little Green Bean had never mentioned the presence of a leader level tree monster in the marsh.

What a deception.

If the tree monster was indeed vulnerable to fire, then it was time for the queen to take action.

Arthur draw closer.

As Arthur approached the tree monster, Bayou conjured a black flame orb.

With Arthur carrying her, they soared high into the air, evading the monster's retaliatory strikes, reminiscent of a bombing run.

The black flame orb struck the monster's forlum, creating a gaping hole, flames fiercely engulfing the edges of the wound.

In scarcely a mere 2 seconds, the limbs of the tranch shattered, causing it to collapse directly into the swamp, its severed limbs promptly reduced to ashes.

It appeared that this dark magic of mine was particularly effective against the Treyant.

Even Arthur's dragon breath had proven feudal against its form.

Yet, with a single black flame orb, I obliterated the Trent's forlims.

Once again, the phrase double happiness rang true.

The trant now lay motionless in the meer, its fourlims completely severed, black flames still rapidly consuming the wounds.

Congratulations, you have successfully slain the elite malevolent trey ant and earned 400 experience points.

Double drop rate.

It is dead.

So this creature is indeed the malevolent trey ant.

An elite level foe, I hastily collected the magic lest the corpse be entirely incinerated.

Carefully dismounting from Arthur's back, I stepped into the putrid waters of the swamp.

My tiny shoes squelching as I approached the malevolent trayant, intent on utilizing my summoning magic.

However, I was uncertain how much fighting capability remained without its four limbs.

Nonetheless, it was still an elite creature.

I invoked the magic of my left eye, but to my astonishment, the malevolent trant showed no response whatsoever.

Summoning failed.

Reason for failure, muddy swamp denisin, lacking a soul.

What? Such a loss.

I was under the impression I could summon it, believing it could serve as an elite combatant.

Disappointment washed over me.

However, I gleaned from the notification that soulless beings appeared to be incapable of being summoned as undead.

Swiftly, I examined the situation and discovered decomposition was an option.

Few were relief.

I sighed and initiated the decomposition process.

Thankfully, there was only one to decompose.

Otherwise, it would have been exhausting within my territory.

I could decompose in bulk and even retrieve items with a single click.

Congratulations, Lord.

You have successfully decomposed the malevolent Tren corpse, acquiring the Malevolent Trance set.

I was increasingly bewildered.

How is it that my arduous outing had led me to encounter such unfamiliar entities? The corpse of an elite creature bore neither magic crystals nor soul cores.

Being a trant, it should at least yield some wood, not merely vanish.

As the malevolent transformed dissipated, three pieces of equipment emerged in its place.

A helmet, a chest plate, and leg armor.

This must be that so-called set.

Let's take a look.

Equipment name malevolent trance set 33.

Note: Extremely vulnerable to fire.

Yet another absurdity.

Equipment is classified into sets and individual pieces.

I recall that the previous equipment I obtained lacked even a name, possessing only a level, let alone any attribute bonuses.

This was a fine piece of gear, albeit somewhat unsightly.

I pondered whether I could bear to wear myself.

Why don't you wear it? I directed at the level 9 skeletal wolf man.

After all, items decomposed outside the territory could not be reclaimed with a single click and needed to be carried.

It would be better for the level 9 skeletal wolf man to dawn it.

Perhaps it could even hold its own against a goblin commander.

The skeletal werewolf spent a considerable amount of time dawning the armor.

And although it felt rather peculiar, the enhancements to its attributes were undeniably significant.

This particular set seemed more suited to humanoid beings.

While the skeletal werewolf was indeed humanoid, its upper body was excessively robust.

Meanwhile, the surrounding skeleton solders bones coalesed, allowing them to rise once more.

The march continued, engaging with the Trey had already consumed half an hour.

By the time they traversed the swamp and reached the goblin tribe, Bayou estimated that only an hour and a half remained before dawn.

Time was of the essence.

Bayou glanced at the soles of his shoes, now caked in black muck and foul water.

It was utterly revolting.

Chapter 37.

Engagement.

Bayou once again climbed onto Arthur's back, adjusting her posture to settle comfortably.

Arthur, take off.

The undead began to traverse the swamp once more.

This time without encountering the malevolent tree spirit, much to Bayu's disappointment.

However, she realized that only she could vanquish such a creature, and if another one appeared, her magical energy would surely be depleted.

Fortunately, she had accompanied the undead.

Otherwise, they would have likely been delayed until dawn in the swamp.

With no other creatures to hinder them, the undead army swiftly crossed the meer, led by the swiftmoving level 9 bone beastwolves clad in malevolent attire.

Bayou surmised that the hidden effects of the malevolent gear allowed them to navigate the swamp with ease.

Arthur carrying Bayou soared ahead and soon circled above the goblin tribe.

Below she spotted a small hollow in the hillside dotted with numerous torches.

Each torch marked an entrance clustered together like a beehive.

The sight sent shivers down by Yu's spine as her fear of crowded spaces flared up.

Outside the hollow, a large bonfire blazed, accompanied by several rudimentary wooden roasting racks.

Yet there were no goblins around the fire, which had diminished significantly.

The goblins below were few, with only a handful patrolling, armed with stout clubs.

It was, after all, just past 4 in the morning, the most drowsy hour of the day.

Even goblins, by you speculated, were likely deep in slumber.

turned to glance back.

She noticed that the undead were almost upon them.

Arthur attack, sensing the moment had arrived.

Bayou commanded Arthur to commence the assault.

Arthur halted its circling in the sky and upon receiving Bayu's orders, unleashed a torrent of dragon breath upon the patrolling goblins below.

The unsuspecting goblins had no time to react as they were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, their souls extinguished.

To buy you surprise, not far from the hollow, a vigilant goblin concealed itself a top a makeshift wooden watchtowwer.

Enemy attack.

Enemy attack.