Pfft.
The cold weapon pierced his flesh, quickly turning black before dissolving into ashes that scattered across the sky and were blown away by the wind.
At the same time, three guards who had charged up alongside Su Mo encountered the same change.
Everyone wore the expression of someone who had seen a ghost.
The moment the steel blades entered flesh, their edges were contaminated and turned black-gray, becoming as brittle as carbon rods.
Before they could even pull them out with force, the blades rotted inside the flesh and turned to ash.
The bodily fluids of these monsters were extremely corrosive. It made sense for the blades to be corroded to this state, but even the wooden handles, which had never made contact, broke apart as well. It was as if they had been made of white paper set alight—changing color and becoming soft in an instant before scattering at the slightest breath.
No one could understand this change, no matter who came to examine it.
Fortunately, there had not been many wolfhounds in the first wave—only eight in total.
As soon as they came into contact, Su Mo killed two, the guards killed three, and the remaining three were no threat.
Aside from the one that had initially been shot, which Su Mo kept for experiments, the two others were hacked to death by the guards who charged up afterward.
Of course, the price paid for this battle was also severe. A full nine weapons had been contaminated.
For Giant Stone Territory, which still lacked the ability to mass-produce weapons, this was obviously an enormous expense.
"Be careful. Don't come into direct contact with these monsters."
To capture this infected wolfhound for experiments, Su Mo tried several things in succession.
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