I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Initially, Leawood tried to use an ordinary iron sword to split the falling fluid.

But every time he chopped off a drop, the humans or skeletons inside would be further wrapped by the fluid, and then become more, slamming over in a swarm.

It was like using a sword to chop countless slimes.

Leawood tried to descend into the ice layer, but when the tentacles sank down, the glacier under his feet became soft, glutinous, and slippery, soon turning into a fluid, and then chewing on Van Helsing and Ying'er's bodies.

During the chewing process, Leawood felt that the skin and clothes made of the binding line, and even the bones in his body, became limp, with a tendency to be gradually assimilated by the liquid.

The adhesion of these fluids was very strong, wrapping Leawood as if sucking on a sugar gourd.

It's just that this sugar gourd was a bit hot—Leawood grew countless lava right hands all over his body, becoming a pool of black slurry, gushing out of the fluid ground and soaring into the air.

And that giant fluid had already dispersed into countless pieces, surrounding Leawood.

The photon pigments plated on Van Helsing's skin and coat had no effect; the Fluid Curse could always find Leawood's location immediately.

In the process, there was not a trace of malice.

The underground fluid surged and rolled, first smashing itself back from the ice field, and then bouncing up—although they were not sure where the Bone Carriage Sect's small troop was, they were sure it was not in the sky.

Leawood noticed this tiny change, but still did not change his actions.

What about an entire sky of ice thorns?

Leawood injected the embryo into the tip of the ship, making it instantly thick and softer.

【Daddy, what should we do... How are we going to kill them...】

This time, Leawood was not caught by them, stepping on the shadows and flashing out of the fluid formation.

The premise was to find the most critical core.

Leawood threw out Ideal Nation, waving the particles on his tail, stirring up layers of vortexes, and forcibly rushed out at the last moment.

Otherwise, they might even be brainwashed in reverse.

But Ying'er didn't care about these things; her body swelled, and she was about to go down and exert force.

The Leawood that Leawood had just exchanged for.

In just a moment of confusion, the Fluid Curse's faith was successfully polluted, and then, like a spreading epidemic, the fluid began to become transparent.

"Tsk, I thought I could subdue a slime..." Leawood walked out of Ideal Nation, crushed the ice slag, and looked dissatisfied.

Then Leawood noticed that there was a piece of the most viscous fluid, guarded by the other fluids, wrapped in layers.

The shadows were like noodles that had been soaked and swollen, constantly becoming swollen; Ying'er also had to give up one ball of shadow after another to avoid the Fluid Curse's invasion.

The frost repeatedly solidified the fluid into ice, and then they propped it open and melted it.

The fluid kept flowing towards Leawood's location.

【It's not him!】

Since it's a fluid, there must be a source, right?

At that moment, Leawood finally had a chance to communicate with the Fluid Curse for the first time, a chance for a word.

The passage out was also narrowing, leaving only a wide "corridor."

Before, no matter whether it was sword strikes or Ying'er's twisting kills, neither could break through the Fluid Curse's scale, so there was no way to cause any effective damage.

Therefore, Leawood did not deny the existence of the Fluid Curse itself, trying to avoid conflicts with their faith, but instead targeted the embryo itself, choosing the most simple information.

The Fluid Curse behind him suddenly gathered, like a giant water ball hitting the ice field.

The Fluid Curse had its own judgment on Leawood's behavior, opening the liquid and hugging the bone ship in mid-air.

The fluid's inner voice discovered the change—the moment Ideal Nation appeared, the Fluid Curse naturally thought that Van Helsing was a demon of the Bone Carriage Sect.

Leawood, who had ample experience in using the Staff of Deception, of course knew that when injecting faith, the information needed to be convincing enough and firm, so that it could be more effective.

【It's back? Why is it back... Has it finally decided to embrace the faith...】

No longer fluid.

Ying'er was a little helpless.

Leawood poured out the cold wind, driving Ideal Nation to fly upside down and insert it.

But very quickly, the Fluid Curse noticed the connection between Van Helsing floating in the air and the shadows underground.

Ying'er used the shadows to push away the splashing fluid, and was taken into the air by Leawood.

Immediately afterwards, there was white slurry gushing out along the tip of the bone ship, which was injected into the mass of fluid that wrapped the embryo.

【But where is our small troop... Is it near... Will we be swallowed instead...】

The Fluid Curse that bounced back was riddled with holes at that moment, gathering into finer droplets and small slimes; some of them collapsed and could not form an army in a short time.

Immediately afterwards, countless tentacles suddenly protruded from the sky.

The embryo did have some confusion.

【Bone Carriage Sect? Bone Carriage Sect... Bone Carriage Sect!】

The transparent ripples passed to every drop of fluid, causing them to collapse, and then become a pile of rubble in the biting north wind.

Violent frost and cold thorns split open in mid-air, spreading down!

They twisted into a ball, facing the ground straight, and then burst into ice flowers.

Leawood knew that fighting with them inside the Fluid Curse's body was too disadvantageous, and still wanted to escape as soon as possible.

The Fluid Curse's inner voice finally had some differences.

Leawood felt that since the Fluid Curse could find a way to assimilate himself, then he, who also possessed Leawood, could of course brainwash them in reverse.

In this process, countless humans and demons wrapped in fluid turned into liquid and merged into the fluid.

Although the Fluid Curse's coverage was very wide, it had not completely filled the entire space, and its agility was not as good as shadows.

【Run out of our range first...】

【Chase us... Assimilate us...】

It and the entire group of Fluid Curse were a collective; knowing that most lives had a father to continue them, then... did its life also belong to him?

At this time, the shadows underground had not been completely covered by the fluid; if he wanted Ying'er to rush up again, it would inevitably cause damage to her.

【Leawood is like this when he eats too much...】

After all, Leawood was very expensive and had to be used on the cutting edge.

That mass of Fluid Curse died.

The Fluid Curse just wanted to assimilate this human who suddenly appeared in its field of vision.

Leawood could sense that there was Leawood flowing between their body fluids and the fluid, but unfortunately these Leawood mutated in this exchange, and Leawood could not directly control it.

The tip of the bone ship pierced into the center of the embryo, becoming soft, glutinous, and harmless; the embryo seemed to stretch out a section of limb, reaching for the bone ship...

The fluid in the air was constantly gathering, gradually showing a tendency to completely wrap it.

【I am your father!】

Leawood released all the cold wind and ice slag he had collected along the way through the octopus tentacles at that moment!

Leawood used ice thorns to wash the ground.

Leawood!

Although Ying'er had experienced the ritual of Split Gold Mountain and had seen the fanatical Faceless Society believers, the Fluid Curse's form still felt very novel to her.

【It's not his turn...】

Fluid began to seep into the shadows.

【Fa...ther?】

Obviously, it was not the most central one in that group of Fluid Curse.

【Daddy... they're so weird...】