The Agile Crocodile in the River

The Water God was a little confused.

Hadn't the guild leader said he wasn't going to kill the Crocodile Spirit? What was this about?

The Crocodile Spirit was even more confused.

They'd agreed it only had to come out and answer questions. Why was it suddenly being offered up as a sacrifice?

Glug, glug, glug.

A dense stream of bubbles rose from below, accompanied by a muffled growl. Amid a spray of crimson water, an impossibly huge crocodile surfaced.

Its head alone was over a hundred meters long.

Even Scripps, who was Saint Domain-grade, looked slight beside it.

Unlike the Vengeful Flame Spirit, which was little more than a skeleton, the Redscale Crocodile God had plenty of flesh. Corrupted copper-red scales covered its head, and it looked anything but friendly.

[Redscale Crocodile God · Hong Ming (LV140 Grudge Aggregate)]

[An entity formed from the bloodshed of the colonial era and the grudges of modern wars. It tears apart all traces of civilization with crimson tides and fangs, vowing to sink the world into the Blood Marsh Abyss!]

This thing was a little weaker than the Vengeful Flame Spirit, but not by much.

Either way, it was beyond what ordinary players could handle.

As the Redscale Crocodile God appeared, even the air grew murky and heavy.

It wasn't an illusion. It was a battlefield effect.

[Blood Swamp Trap: All speed reduced by 50%]

Unlike the Vengeful Flame Spirit's field-wide health drain, Blood Swamp Trap dealt no direct damage, but its effect was just as nasty.

Losing half their speed would cut players' damage output and all but cripple their ability to dodge. They would have to face the Redscale Crocodile God head-on.

But how many players could survive even one bite from it?

Add the red leeches