Thud-thud-thud-thud.
Slime dragons began raining down from above. Raining was putting it lightly; given their size and weight, it was more like steel beams from a construction site being driven straight into the ground.
[Throw all the slimes!!]
The corpses Rastujad had been controlling leaped high into the air. The Twelve Apostles also sent their slime dragons springing upward.
"Damn it! Run to the corridor!"
In the meantime, I grabbed Lune and Shaitan and jumped backward in a wide arc. The slime dragons plummeting toward us were briefly blocked by the wall of ghoul slimes.
[Corpse explosion!]
The moment Rastujad's command left his lips, the ghoul slimes began detonating in a chain reaction. The explosions slowed the free-falling slime dragons, and in that brief window, we managed to retreat into the corridor.
"Almost got wrecked. Ugh, shit. Done in by my own trick."
"Master, your head...!"
