"Uwaaaaa…!" It was Chonky, just vomiting the mud back out like a tap was opened.
Sylvester hurried to him and patted his back. "You okay, bud? What's happening?"
"I release all the mud out and keep the gold!" Chonky replied and continued.
'He can do that? This is brilliant. If he can separate materials inside his bottomless belly, I can probably use this ability in the future as well…to stea… tax the people.'
Woosh!
But he had a bloodling to play with for now. Its attacks had weakened by now and didn't scare Sylvester as he could easily dodge them. But he wanted to lure this creature to attack the crusaders and kill a few so he could appear as a hero and save them.
But first, he picked some mud and poured it over his clothes and face to appear as if he was struggling to fight this thing. Then, he picked Chonky and rushed to exit the mist and reach the shores again.
