The Snow Monsters (Part 2)

The Alchemy Longsword gleamed with a cold light and quickly arrived above Lancelot's back.

But just as it was about to strike its opponent, it suddenly changed course and pierced straight into the patch of snow that the opponent had shaken off earlier.

What are you doing!?

The Mercenary Group standing at a distance were all enraged by Galan's sudden action. Even Kefa, who was on good terms with him, was getting anxious, wondering what Galan was up to.

Lancelot holds a very high position in the hearts of the Mercenary Group members, all because of their long-standing friendship and willingness to risk their lives together.

Moreover, as a leader, Lancelot was never the kind of coward who stood behind and shouted "Brothers, charge!"

If he is that kind of person, he is destined to fail to gain the approval and following of others, and will only be met with disdain and contempt.

But in reality, he not only always rushed to the front whenever danger arose, but he also frequently shielded others from arrows and would never abandon any of his subordinates who still had a chance to be rescued.

I remember once they unfortunately encountered the Demons, and many of them died at the hands of the Demons.

In order to rescue a subordinate who had lost a leg and was unable to retreat, Lancelot fought his way back, ultimately resulting in a draw between him and the Demons.

The Demons, whose primary goal has always been survival, had no choice but to abandon their plan to finish off the collapsed Lancelot when they saw the mercenaries rushing towards them. Wolf-Fox then left.

It was under his strict yet humane leadership that everyone came to truly respect and admire Lancelot.

Therefore, everyone believed that Galan had done something improper to Lancelot.

They quickly surrounded him.

"It's Snow Monster."

Faced with everyone's questions, Galan simply said one thing without raising his head, his eyes fixed on the "snow" he had stabbed into the ground.

Although it looked like ordinary snow, everyone was stunned by what they saw when they looked at it along with Galan. The "snow" was wriggling on the ground like a living thing, and it kept turning into a cluster of ice crystals.

Roar!!"

A ferocious face gradually materialized from the snowdrift, and a howl emanated from its mouth, sounding exceptionally menacing.

"No wonder I couldn't find it earlier; it's the type that can blend into its surroundings. I almost fell for its trick."

Lancelot also turned around and looked at the Snow Monster that was firmly pinned to the ground.

He had actually sensed Galan inexplicably swinging his longsword at him earlier, but since the other party must have his reasons for doing so, he cooperated and carried it out.

In retrospect, he probably didn't want to disturb the Snow Monster hiding at his feet, fearing it might suddenly slip away.

Come to think of it, the other party was right at his feet, how could he not have noticed? This monster's ability to hide is truly terrifying. "You're really bold, aren't you afraid I just chopped you down?"

"I've always only ever turned my back on those I can trust. If even you want to cut me down, then I guess that's just my fate."

Lancelot remarked casually, "How dashing."

Seeing that he didn't seem to care about what he had just done, Galan felt secretly ashamed.

There's no comparison. In terms of temperament, I'm miles behind Lancelot.

Roar!"

The Snow Monster's roar grew weaker and weaker, as if it felt it had no hope of escaping. It even faintly began to condense a small half-arm, intending to attack Galan.

However, Galan wouldn't give it that chance; he twisted the hilt hard and tore the Snow Monster's entire face apart.

With a shrill scream, it transformed into a pool of Mana Particles and vanished into the air.

Is that all? Is this the only one?

The mercenaries were puzzled to see that the Snow Monster had been eliminated.

According to the village chief, there should be at least a dozen of these Snow Monsters.

But now that they've arrived here, they've only found the same one they saw before.

"In fact, we have been surrounded by them for a long time." Faced with everyone's questions, Galan simply pulled the blade out of the ground and shook off the ice crystals that remained on it. Just as he said, he could feel more and more of the aura that had appeared earlier.

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They've been watching us ever since we stepped into this place.

This time, no one questioned his words.

They quickly got into position, ready to face the upcoming battle.

They looked around, not missing even the slightest movement on the ground.

But for a while, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

Suddenly, sounds came from the mountaintops surrounding the depression.

The group looked up and were suddenly surprised to find that several huge snowballs had been piled up in different places on the hilltop.

Almost as soon as they noticed the snowballs, they seemed to be pushed and rolled rapidly down the hillside.

Get out of the way!

This size, combined with the acceleration as it rolls down.

If it hit someone directly, it would probably cause serious injury.

Upon hearing Lancelot's instructions, everyone quickly moved away from the snowball's trajectory.

Strangely, no matter where they moved, the ever-growing snowball seemed to come alive, always aiming at them.

No... that snowball is alive!

Those are Snow Monster too! Be careful!

Galan quickly sensed the abnormality and raised his longsword to prepare for the impending attack.

After a brief moment of thought, he slowly closed his eyes, as if shutting himself off from everything around him, immersing himself in another world.

They were so close, so very close, almost there. The first to be hit were the mercenaries positioned at the front.

They drew their weapons early on, some with axes and others with greatswords, but none of them could stop the massive snowball that was sweeping towards them; instead, they were knocked away.

Fortunately, Galan had warned everyone in advance, and they were all mentally prepared. Thanks to their excellent adaptability, they landed without causing any harm to the group.

Upon discovering this situation, the "snowballs" that had reached the depression stopped pretending and materialized directly from the snow, attacking the mercenaries.

"Galan!"

Just then, Lancelot, who had just dealt with a Snow Monster, suddenly noticed a large "snowball" rolling toward Galan, whose eyes were closed, and couldn't help but shout out loud.

But within seconds, he realized his words were unnecessary.

The aura of killing intent seemed to materialize, coiling around the blade.

Just now, he finally grasped this profound meaning and touched that threshold.

"Cut!"

As Galan opened his eyes again, a powerful sword aura shot out, easily cleaving the "snowball" in two as if cutting tofu.