Demon King Seed, King of Birth
Gauss was utterly baffled, with no idea what lay behind its strange behavior, but his movements did not slow in the slightest.
His battle instincts, tempered through a thousand trials, flowed through his veins like blood.
Was there something fishy going on? He would kill this slime first and ask questions later. He did not think it was beyond him.
The slime before him did have certain peculiarities, but one iron law remained: as long as it was a living creature, it would die when killed.
This slime would die, just like the countless demonic beasts that had already died by his hand.
Gauss held a white jade Wand across his body with his slender fingers. His mage robe billowed and fluttered, a sign of lake-like magic power surging within him.
Even a lion used its full strength when hunting a rabbit.
Though he was confident in his own strength, caution still drove him to go all out.
Gripping his Wand, he rode the controlled Bigby's Hand and sped toward Slime Eden's true body.
Its concealment trait also seemed to have been greatly weakened after Gauss killed its clone.
This slime named Eden was indeed vastly different from every slime he had ever seen. Its presence was exceptionally pure, lacking the savage, violent, oppressive air characteristic of demonic beasts.
And this was clearly not some passive trait innate to lord-class demonic beasts, because the Magic Frog Lord on the previous floor had displayed no such quality.
"Bigby's Hand! Adamantine Palm!"
Once he drew somewhat closer, Gauss leaped from Bigby's Hand.
He then controlled the enormous palm—large enough to easily cover the vast majority of ordinary demonic beasts—and sent it toward the slime, flipping it over and smashing it down.
As though sensing there was