Facing flesh against magic, even low-level magic, it was difficult for everyone to have confidence in their physical fitness.
They, mortals, were not heroes in games, nor adventurers, but true mortals. How could they possibly contend with such magical creatures?
"Fuak! You're scared? Why think so much?"
"Just a few ordinary slimes... aren't these the lowest-level creatures, monsters, in games?"
"How can you all be so scared, one by one?"
"Are you even men?"
Eventually, someone directly charged forward.
He was so furious, as if he disdained everyone else's retreat and fear. He seemed full of courage.
But in fact, from his direct charge, everyone could see that this person was simply acting rashly, driven by anger and controlled by emotions, and in a muddled state, he wanted to display his valor and thus rushed forward.
He was just a hot-headed, mentally unsound person.
Many people among them, including Bill, who had already lost his girlfriend, evaluated him this way.
If the one who harmed his girlfriend was human, a murderer, then Bill would have the courage and dare to confront him.
But now, it was a slime, a supernatural, magical being. Bill's courage had almost vanished.
It looked like a slime, but was that really the case in reality?
In Bill's mind, it was unlikely for such magical beings to appear naturally in reality—they were probably not born naturally but were the product of some mad scientist.
Perhaps they were even the result of a failed experiment in a military laboratory, that had gotten out of control.
They were artificially created, not naturally born.
Monsters like these, artificially created monsters, would be too foolish to be treated with the inherent weakness of thinking from games.
Life is precious!
This was what Bill thought.
And the outcome seemed to confirm his thoughts.
That man who charged forward, under the cry of "Hoimi" from a red slime wearing a small crown.
His entire body stopped moving forward and began to tremble.
The large stone he intended to pick up from the ground and smash at the slime was also affected by the sudden cry, losing its aim and smashing heavily to the side.
Although the man said nothing, everyone could feel that he seemed to be intimidated by the cry of the red slime, which was as tall as a meter, as if it were some kind of deterrence spell.
The slime's cry contained the power of deterrence!
Could this be magic!
The man's face was contorted with struggle. He forcefully pushed forward against the pressure, but his speed had slowed by more than half.
Everyone could feel that this man was enduring immense pressure.
It was evident that this kind of magic-like... let's call it magic for now—did not possess truly irresistible power. By resisting the magical pressure, even an ordinary person could advance.
But in a real fight, even a tenth of a speed reduction could have a significant impact on the battle.
What's more, a reduction of five-tenths?
If he were fighting against someone, as soon as the opponent unleashed some lethal move, this person would be in danger.
And would slimes not have lethal moves?
Under everyone's observation, several green slimes assisted, and a lot of green mucus directly wrapped around the charging man, slowly binding him.
Soon, the man was enveloped by the green mucus. From the outside, only a humanoid object wrapped in green mucus could be seen. His features, eyebrows, nose,
were almost entirely covered by the green mucus, making it impossible to break free.
Covered by a mass of gelatinous substance, the man had stopped struggling.
According to everyone's assessment, this man had now completely lost the ability to walk and break free from his restraints.
Even if the deterrence spell or magic were completely withdrawn.
This man would no longer be able to escape the green mucus.
The current combat situation had verified the conjectures of many people.
To confront monsters with a mortal body, even the lowest-level monsters, was suicidal.
They had already suspected this before.
And the outcome of the man who charged forward now verified their suspicions.
Their guesses were indeed correct.
Looking at the green mucus of the green slimes, even without the assistance of the deterrence spell, it would not be easy to escape.
Coupled with the assistance of the deterrence spell, it was so easy for this group of slimes, working together, to capture an adult male without a weapon!
Was this deterrence spell mental or physical in nature?
It was yet to be known.
But regardless of the outcome, it was something these students would find difficult to resist.
Everyone rejoiced that they had not charged forward themselves, that they were not the first to stick their necks out.
Glad that they were not captured first, not the first to be captured.
The fate of being captured by these monsters was predictable, and everyone was unwilling to suffer such a fate.
On the other hand, the failure of the man who charged forward not only confirmed the strength of the slimes but also confirmed that their current situation was very dire.
Although they were not the first to charge, since someone had already gone missing, their fate was self-evident—this showed that these slimes were not just passively defending but would actively attack.
Were they not at risk just standing here, watching this battle...
Jack thought of this, his mind went blank, and he was startled!
Good heavens!
What was he thinking here?
Now, one person was missing, which could almost be defined as death, and one person was captured before their eyes. Their fate in the near future was predictable. These were two lives!
The occurrence of two deaths was enough to prove how ferocious these monsters were.
Just like encountering an irresistible beast, people without any firearms, not even cold weapons, should they not flee immediately?
They had actually stayed here for a long time, waiting until the battle was over before thinking of escaping?
What an incredible thing this was?
Were mortals so shocked by seeing magical creatures that they wanted to see how powerful they were?
Or were they confused by mental spells?
Thinking of this, Jack looked at Nad standing still beside him, and his heart was convinced by the possibility of monsters capable of casting mental spells in the dark.