Chapter 139: Hero of the Moment
Oliver thought that what was waiting for him would be the severe pain of burning or his limbs being torn apart, but unexpectedly, no form of pain appeared. He felt as if he was swallowed into an abdominal cavity of a giant behemoth, and a hot and humid smell instantly enveloped him.
The moment Oliver realized that he was falling, his hard armor hit something slippery. His feet touched the ground one step first and he almost instinctively made a buffering roll to prevent his bones from breaking on impact.
The heavy armor undoubtedly was a burden at the moment as it took Oliver a lot of effort to stand up from the soft “ground”. He was extremely vigilant against the abnormal stability. His brain seemed to have solidified in an abnormal high fever and thinking became a particular hard thing to do. He didn’t dare to open his mouth and take a big breath for fear that the thick air would make him vomit.
He was still alive, but this time Oliver wasn’t happy about it.
Endless exhaustion and sadness overwhelmed him. People could muster the courage to take a step at a certain moment to throw themselves off a cliff, but after that short moment, it became particularly difficult to give up again.
He had reached his limit. His will was like deadwood that was moth-eaten and empty. It could collapse at any moment.
A strange touch climbed onto the back of Oliver’s neck instantly causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. He ignored the aching muscles and didn’t hesitate to wave his sword without hesitation. With splashing pus and blood, a sharp fleshy hand shrank back. It was as thin as a child’s arm that was intertwined with several underdeveloped arms.
It only had time to pierce the side of his neck and scrape off a shallow layer of flesh.
Burning pain immediately followed. Oliver hadn’t had time to think about what those things were when unknown raving noise sounded, and more fleshy hands leaned over from one side. He could only cut them mechanically and tried to ignore the small wails from the darkness. As the attacks of the hands became more intense, he subconsciously retreated to a place where the hands were most scarce and almost stepped into thin air.