This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous-Chapter 927 - 443: Be Careful Not to Be Stepped on by a Cat_3

Chapter 927: Chapter 443: Be Careful Not to Be Stepped on by a Cat_3

"Roar!"

At that moment, the Scorplion and Bone Dragon seized the opportunity, encircling from the left and right.

The Scorplion pounced onto Caesar’s body, biting towards his throat, while the Bone Dragon coiled around Caesar’s arms like a Spirit Snake, binding them tightly.

Under the control of the two Divine Beasts and the chime of doom, Caesar was finally forced to stay in place, completely immobilized.

"Attack the second rib on his left side, that’s his weakness!"

Mu You had also returned to the battlefield on his broom and changed into his robot skin, raising the nozzle of the Floating Machine Gun and firing a burst of flame at the underside of Caesar’s ribs to mark the exact location of his weakness.

The Floating Machine Gun was naturally useless against a Titan, but Mu You was only using the bullets to show the others the exact location of the opponent’s weakness.

Although the Divine Pen was temporarily unusable, Mu You could still access the perspective of Order provided by the Divine Pen, and from this viewpoint, he could clearly see the vital and weak spots on the giant’s body.

Seeing the spot marked by the flames, the Scorplion was the first to move, clawing down with full force and accurately tearing at Caesar’s left side. With a sound, the flesh under the Titan’s rib was torn open, but the claw was blocked by the underlying bone and could not penetrate further.

Luckily, there was help nearby!

The Bone Dragon turned its head and expelled a powerful breath of poisonous mist directly at the exposed bone of the Titan.

The eerie green mist instantly spread, clinging to bone and flesh. Its strong corrosive nature visibly softened the surrounding ribs in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Lin Xue had already taken control of the Grim Reaper to leap forward, raising the sickle of death and chopping at the exposed wound.

"Puh!"

With a slash, the sickle cleanly severed three ribs, peeling away deeper layers of flesh and revealing a pulsing organ hidden within.

"Dammit!"

Caesar was, of course, acutely aware of the changes in his body.

He never expected that these three mismatched fighters, working together, could so ruthlessly peel away his defenses layer by layer, exposing his heart.

If the others were only attacking his heart to speed up his death, he wouldn’t be too worried; after all, a god’s life isn’t so easily ended, and he would have had plenty of time to break free and recover.

What truly panicked Caesar, however, was the figure he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye—Evans!

If there was anyone Caesar feared and loathed other than the Scorplion, it was without a doubt Evans, because this man held the Desert Guardian, a tool capable of truly killing him in an instant.

This knife had once come within a hair’s breadth of piercing his heart, an attempt he had narrowly avoided, and now, the adversary had returned, even as he himself was rendered immovable!

Watching Evans, with knife in hand, leap down from a towering tree and fly toward him with an emotionless expression, Caesar was utterly panicked!

"Stop—right there!"

Perhaps it was the crisis on the brink of life and death that stimulated Caesar; as Evans was about to fly towards him, Caesar suddenly erupted with a shout, forcibly breaking free from the bondage of both the Bone Dragon and the rope, and without a second thought, he reached out and grabbed Evans, who was mid-air, in his hand.

"Cough..."

In that moment of life and death, Caesar’s grip was merciless. With the enormous strength bursting forth, Evans, being crushed by the Titan’s hand, immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his spirit flagging.

At the same time, the wound that had not easily been inflicted under Caesar’s ribs was rapidly healing.

"Hahaha, Evans, a thousand years ago you couldn’t kill me, and now you still can’t!"

Feeling the improvement of his physical condition and having caught the most threatening person, Caesar felt a brief moment of relief and burst into loud laughter.

However, while Caesar was laughing, Evans, whose organs had ruptured from the pressure, actually revealed a resigned smile, "Looks like, I’ve won the bet..."

"Won the bet?"

Caesar was taken aback, and his laughter ceased abruptly.

Before he could understand what that meant, he suddenly noticed an arrow hidden beneath him, concealed by Evans and his own left arm!

Wrapped in layers of Wind Force, the arrow had become invisible mid-air, with barely any energy leaking out, which had deceived his perception and was now shooting straight towards the exposed wound under his ribs.

What was more terrifying to Caesar was the fact that attached to the head of the arrow was a segment of a blade, glinting with cold light.

"Damn it!"

Caesar instantly realized something: Evans was just a decoy to capture his attention; the true Desert Guardian wasn’t on him but was bound to the Archer’s arrow! frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Caesar’s eyes widened in horror, and he hurriedly dropped Evans, trying to block the incoming arrow with a swing of his arm.

Alas, it was a step too late.

The arrow, carrying unstoppable speed and accuracy, darted into his ribs first, piercing through layers of bone and flesh, and struck his heart precisely.

The moment the arrow pierced his heart, Caesar’s mind was violently shaken, and his body couldn’t stop convulsing. Then, his flesh began to burst open in clumps, and countless streams of golden Divine Power emerged like ephemeral smoke, pouring out from the wounds on his body, revolving through the air, and eventually all rushed into the Miracle God Lamp at his waist.

"No! Return, all of you get back inside!"

Caesar swung his left arm frantically, trying to push the overflowing Divine Power back inside his body, but it was futile, as the streams of smoke, like Sand Pebbles, kept slipping through his fingers.

"Fellows, well done!"

The Bard, in that moment of excitement, materialized as a phantom from the Divine Lamp, giving a huge thumbs-up to his companions, laughing as he watched the surges of Divine Power being retracted into the lamp.

Seeing the hateful glare directed at him from Caesar above, the Bard immediately sneered, "Caesar, it’s over for you. From now on, live out your days as an insect, and redeem your sins... Oh, and remember to take care not to be stepped on by a cat!" With that, the Bard, smiling mischievously, placed his fingers to his lips and blew a whistle.

The Bard’s final words gave Caesar another shock. He hastily turned to look, only to realize that the thousands of cats he had chased away, which had fled into the forest, were now summoned by his whistle, surrounding him in a tight circle, as if waiting for a feast.