Chapter 628: Shapeshifting Monsters in the Forest, Shapeshifting Monsters in the Circus

"Interesting? Of course it's interesting, young Human." The leading Shapeshifting Monster, which looked like a Lizardman, said mockingly.

It seemed very satisfied with its current appearance, rubbing its fingertips—which were sharp like a Dagger—against each other, producing a crisp sound of hard objects colliding: "You might have some powerful techniques, but everyone understands, how many times can you use that kind of technique? How long does it need to charge each time? And guess what, do you think we will give you that chance?"

As it spoke, it opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, moving its slender tongue back and forth between the teeth, as if it were not quite sure where this tongue should be placed.

"There are even more interesting things! After defeating and killing you, the companion who finally kills you will have the right to enjoy your head alone, obtaining some of your precious secrets and skills. Haha, and it will also transform into your appearance, taking control of that team over there, hiss hiss hiss hiss—with a little bit of deception, it will allow us to have an endless supply of Humans to eat."

Once this one finished speaking, the other surrounding Shapeshifting Monsters also laughed happily; Jier even laughed along with them. If someone who didn't know the depth of the situation saw this scene, they would probably guess that the atmosphere here was quite good, right?

Jier examined these Shapeshifting Monsters that had popped up, looking at their appearances one by one, and saw through them at a glance.

The Shapeshifting Monster that was talking to him had the most realistic transformation; if it weren't for the fact that he knew the real Knight Hartna had been killed by him and the body had been burned to ashes in the fire, Jier would have subconsciously regarded it as the real Knight Hartna.

But the other four Shapeshifting Monsters present were not up to par, each one worse than the last, their images more blurred, just as if someone had painted a picture of a quiet village landscape, and others were then copying that painting.

This meant that to someone who had actually seen the village landscape in the painting, the former's painting might still have some charm, while the latter ones became less and less like it, to the point where one couldn't even recognize what was being painted.

Just like now, the Lizardman appearance transformed by the Shapeshifting Monster in front of Jier was about two and a half meters tall, robust, with a mouth full of sharp teeth, and two sturdy horns on top of its head protecting both sides of its forehead. The tips of its fingers were full of pitch-black and sharp claws, which made a crisp sound when rubbed and collided, obviously very sturdy. Even if it was a fake created by transformation, it probably wasn't much worse than a real Lizardman.

But the other surrounding Shapeshifting Monsters were a bit worse; some guys' crude transformations made the Lizardmen only about two meters tall, not much taller than Jier, failing to bring any sense of oppression in terms of size. Their physiques were also different; one Lizardman transformed by a Shapeshifting Monster was too thin, another was a bit fat, and the Lizardmen they transformed into either had no scales, as if they had forgotten, or the scales, if one had to describe them, were more like common fish scales than lizard scales.

The claws, which were the main method of killing, were even more ridiculous; one Shapeshifting Monster's claw tips were round and blunt, which would be good for digging the ground, but not quite good enough for killing. Another Shapeshifting Monster didn't even have claws at its fingertips; its Lizardman hands were more like human fingers, obviously the transformation was not well-executed.

Or, apart from the Shapeshifting Monster in front of Jier, the other Shapeshifting Monsters had not actually seen the way Knight Hartna fought. Only the former had been hiding in the Shulin at the time, watching Knight Hartna's Lizardman appearance from afar, while the other Shapeshifting Monsters were just following the former's transformation to change themselves?

"Let's end the joking here. You were originally lives in the mountains and forests; this is your home. We Humans intruded here by mistake this time, which is indeed not polite enough. And as for the Human corpses you secretly killed or picked up and ate before, I won't pursue that either."

Jier stood straight, not looking like he was making a declaration before a battle with terrifying monsters in a primeval Forest, but rather like he was giving a speech or debating a political opponent with different views in a decent square.

"But!" Jier's eyes narrowed beneath his Helmet's Faceplate: "But you shouldn't be too greedy and set your target for Hunting or predation on my team. I thought that killing the two Shapeshifting Monsters that transformed into Defeated Soldiers before had already let you know the difference in strength between the two sides. Hmph, but apparently you think that transforming into this Lizardman appearance makes you very powerful?"

Jier complained: "I don't understand, is this Lizardman appearance really that powerful?"

At this moment, he even boldly reached out and poked the body of the Shapeshifting Monster closest to him with his finger; the scales on the Lizardman's body were not very hard, far inferior to the real thing, and even less comparable to the Metal Armor Plate that Humans wore on their bodies.

It seemed that Jier's bold behavior exceeded the expectations of the Shapeshifting Monsters, or perhaps Jier's question really pointed to something these Shapeshifting Monsters hadn't thought of before.

The five of them looked at each other, their eye contact revealing some probing gazes, as if they were saying: 'What he said really makes a lot of sense, should we just forget it?'

The leading Shapeshifting Monster waved its hand at this moment, the claws at its fingertips making a swishing sound as they cut through the air: "What are you doing? This Human seems to have a sharper mouth than his fighting skills. Hmph hmph hmph hmph, he's saying so much, maybe he's just stalling for time, waiting for his Human companions to arrive! Don't be fooled!"

Jier shrugged, his right hand raised the Hunting Sword, while his empty left hand awkwardly drew a more slender Knight sword—Aipiedela. Dual-wielding two weapons made of Magic Material, he said to the surrounding Shapeshifting Monsters: "Since you don't cherish your own lives, then let's do it? I still have to lead my team on the road; I don't want to waste too much time here with you."

The Shapeshifting Monsters looked at each other and pounced together.

Greeting them was a round of rising sword light.

Weier held a Torch in his left hand and a sword in his right, walking in front of Sipulu and Bawei, identifying the movement traces on the ground, looking for Knight Jier who had gone deep into the Forest.

"Speaking of which, Lord Jier is so powerful, he doesn't need us to come and help, right?" Bawei held his precious axe in front of him with both hands, saying casually.

Weier and Sipulu both looked at Bawei, who seemed to have no brain. Weier shook his head secretly, feeling that this person's brain was truly too simple. He retorted: "If every matter were left to Jier just because he is powerful, then why would he pay us subordinates? Is he paying us because he has too much money? Think carefully, if Jier rushed to the front line every time and solved things in advance, then it shouldn't be him paying us, but us paying Jier."

Sipulu muttered a sentence, seemingly agreeing with Weier's statement.

And as soon as Bawei heard this, he immediately let out a strange cry: "No, are you two crazy? We are subordinates, of course we have to take the money given by the leader; no one is allowed to take money out of my purse! I'm saving this money to buy good materials for forging an axe."

Weier curled his lips in disdain: "Still thinking about your Spirit axe? Be realistic. Compared to a weapon that exceeds your needs, it's more important to improve your own martial arts or find opportunities to upgrade your own protective equipment."

Sipulu didn't seem to agree with Weier's words and muttered a sentence in a low voice that sounded like a rebuttal.

Bawei certainly disagreed even more: "You have the skill to use a sword, so your thinking is different from people like me. Hmph, you're powerful now, big deal, let's see after a while."

Weier was about to retort, but the three of them, tracking the traces of Jier moving aside the leaves on the ground, were already not far from Jier.

They all looked ahead at this moment; there seemed to be a faint glow of fire ahead, and they could already smell the stench of something burning in their noses.

That was the smell of meat being burnt when one wasn't paying attention to the heat, or rather, the smell of burning corpses.

The three looked at each other, and while shouting Jier's name loudly, they took out their weapons, formed a combat team that could look out for each other, and rushed over quickly.

But when they broke through the smoke and saw the situation in front of them, they lowered their weapons again.

Three charred, charcoal-like corpses were emitting foul-smelling smoke. Because the ground under the surface of dead branches and leaves was quite damp, no forest fire had broken out; there were only some sporadic small flames igniting on some dry leaves and branches, but they also quickly extinguished naturally.

Jier was holding a Magic Dagger at this moment, radiating surging flames at a figure on the ground whose hands and feet had been twisted off.

The three of them all knew that the so-called dagger currently radiating scorching flames was an extremely powerful Magic Tool in Knight Jier's hand; this was nothing, everyone had seen Jier use this weapon to eliminate enemies.

But what surprised them was that on a large tree trunk nearby, Priest Bata'er was currently being pierced through the chest and abdomen by two Long Swords, nailed to it. His hands and feet had been cut off by sharp blades, but the wounds were not bleeding, and his mouth still had the spirit to beg Jier for mercy.

"Surrender! We surrender! Please don't set fire anymore! It's about to die! Please, don't burn it anymore! I take back what I said before; I admit we were too arrogant and offended you! You can take your people and do whatever you want in this area..."

The words in the Priest's mouth seemed quite strange.

The three looked at each other; their first reaction was that Jier had gone crazy! He had actually attacked Priest Bata'er and others.

Were the corpses on the ground either Nongshen Believers or some Warrior they knew?

But the next moment, Weier shouted: "No! We are the ones who arrived to support Knight Jier the fastest; Priest Bata'er is not fast on his feet, how could he have brought people here in advance and strangely gotten into a fight with Knight Jier!"

Sipulu immediately thought of this point too; only Bawei turned his head to look at Weier, seemingly quite surprised by Weier's words.

Jier spoke at this time; he turned his head and said to the three who had arrived: "Not slow to react, but many times, one must follow logic and wisdom, not one's own eyes."

Jier continued to release Magic Fire with the Magic Dagger in his left hand, continuously burning the Shapeshifting Monster corpse on the ground in front of him; he would not stop until it was burned to ashes.

His right hand beckoned to the 'Priest Bata'er' nailed to the tree trunk nearby: "Change your image and let everyone see."

The Shapeshifting Monster, whose hands and feet had been cut off and who was nailed through the chest and abdomen, seemed to be in a difficult position and did not immediately obey the words of this terrifying enemy, Jier. Jier was not annoyed; he waved his right hand, and the Hunting Sword that was nailing the Shapeshifting Monster immediately trembled, bringing an extremely painful sensation to the monster.

"I'll change, I'll change! Please stop, please stop..."

It screamed.

Jier did not stop, but only signaled his Long Sword to reduce the amplitude of the vibration, which gave the Shapeshifting Monster a chance to transform.

Weier and the other two saw a surprising scene; the Priest Bata'er they thought they saw transformed into the appearance of Bawei right before their eyes in a burst of flesh and blood shifting.

And it was the pitiful appearance of having hands and feet cut off, with two weapons stuck in the chest and abdomen.

Bawei immediately cried out strangely: "Why is it me! Why can't it be those two guys, Weier and Sipulu?"

"Huh?" "Hmph!"

Weier and Sipulu looked at Bawei respectively, not knowing what was wrong with this guy's brain circuit; was now the time to care about this?

"It's actually a Shapeshifting Monster! They are actually Shapeshifting Monsters!"

Weier had indeed seen this kind of terrifying man-eating Monster before, but he had not fought one in the mountains or forests; rather, it was years ago, before his family was attacked and while he was still a member of his family, when he followed his parents to a circus that had traveled to their city and saw a Shapeshifting Monster performing inside a cage.

That was a rather famous circus in the Southern Alliance Kingdom, which not only possessed various highly skilled performers but also hired people to capture many Monsters with strange and bizarre abilities for their shows.

One of them was the Shapeshifting Monster locked in the cage.

That was many years ago; at the time, what was initially pushed out from outside the performance area was a pitiful young girl locked in a cage, and she even quite miserably begged the watching audience for help, claiming to be an innocent girl captured by the terrible circus to perform horrific acts.

The emotions of the watching audience exploded at that moment, including the teenage Weier himself. Even though everyone knew what kind of program they were going to watch before they came, how could normal people tolerate such atrocities appearing so brazenly before everyone?

Immediately, some "heroic" young men intended to step forward to rescue that young girl, after all, the girl locked in the cage was quite pretty, and the clothing on her body was also very sparse.

But fortunately, the circus had very rich performance experience and knew what kind of on-site situations would generally occur during the performances of these Monsters, each with their own unique skills.

Therefore, the circus ringmaster who was personally hosting the performance immediately used a long whip to lash the young girl through the iron cage and "viciously" threatened: "Let those heroic and kind-hearted young men see your true face!"

As soon as the words fell, the flesh and blood all over the young girl in the iron cage surged, and she immediately transformed from a pitiful, beautiful girl with a graceful figure into the circus ringmaster who was holding the long whip outside the cage.

Even the clothes were exactly the same.

It is necessary to explain that the circus ringmaster had a fat and sturdy build, with a belly a circle larger than many pregnant women, and although his appearance was not bad, he was already quite old.

After seeing this scene, many of the audience members whose anger had surged and who had just been cursing the circus immediately changed their tune, as if they had known it all along, enthusiastically offering applause, while those young men who had volunteered to rush out of the audience seats immediately wore expressions as if they had eaten feces while looking at the fat "circus ringmaster" who was posturing at them inside the iron cage.

Of course, the circus ringmaster present was not happy and immediately rewarded the Shapeshifting Monster with another lash of the whip, making it perform the next magical transformation.

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