Chapter 291
As expected, getting a spear through the head wasn't enough to kill Milited.
It wasn't simply because it was one of the Seven Calamities.
Its true form was a liquid with no fixed shape to begin with, which meant standard vital points like a brain or a heart didn't exist on it at all.
More than that — an instant before the spear pierced its head, it had deliberately blown its head apart and re-formed it around the shaft, locking the weapon in place.
To anyone who didn't know better, it would have looked as though it had taken a spear clean through its skull and walked it off. The fact that it had bothered to do something like that for an attack it could have simply let pass through gave me a rough read on its personality.
Even in the original, its personality rolled randomly enough that you couldn't pin it down….
Sometimes it came across as taciturn, speaking only when necessary. Sometimes it was a flippant smartass who threw out nonsense at every opportunity. Sometimes it was timid, sometimes it had a crude joke perpetually at the ready, and sometimes it was the kind that broke into sobbing wails the moment anyone said a word to it.
And since its preferred attack patterns shifted with its personality, pinning down even a rough read on it was actually pretty important.
"How sad. I extend you a courtesy, and what comes back is a cold spear-point."