No one present, including the members of the other five units, had any real understanding of the so-called Filthy Fairy Clone.
They could not help it. They had never seen a Fairy Clone, much less a fallen fairy. Even if they had heard others talk about them, they had no clear image to go by and could only rely on their limited imaginations.
Yet fairies had always been the most mysterious, rarest, and most beautiful race in the world, appearing in all manner of heroic tales in the most positive light.
Thus, in many people's minds, fairies were undoubtedly the beings most worthy of yearning for. No matter how ugly they were, how ugly could they possibly be?
But at this moment, upon seeing a real Fairy Clone, they realized they had been wrong.
Terribly wrong!
If they had to describe the Fairy Clone before them in a single sentence, it was an enormous Green Meat Pillar.
Standing at the very depths like a pillar holding up the heavens, her gigantic body seemed fused to the wall, nearly reaching the lofty ceiling. Her immense size, which required one to look up just to take in its entirety, clearly surpassed even the four great Floor Masters of the Dungeon, exuding a terrifying sense of presence and pressure.
The green flesh covering her body squirmed without pause.
Large poisonous flowers that seemed to be parasitic upon her body bloomed wantonly, in every imaginable color.
Several thick tentacles, each as wide as a tree trunk, grew from the Green Meat Pillar and writhed grotesquely.
And at the very bottom of this Green Meat Pillar, not far above the ground, there were actually three hideous monster faces.
Those three eyeless faces looked lifeless, like masks. One wore a smile, one an angry expression, and