Chapter 373: High-Speed Train

Even as Helag was tossed around, he held onto the dagger tightly.

The giant worm hadn’t expected its prey to be so troublesome.

No matter how it thrashed or swallowed, Helag wouldn’t go down.

After struggling, the worm seemed to give up, letting Helag remain.

But soon, Helag realized the worm’s intent.

It began swallowing dirt and rocks, which rained down on Helag.

In Titan form, the rocks didn’t harm him.

The worm continued swallowing, creating a mudslide.

Helag held firm, resisting the onslaught.

Eventually, the worm stopped, unable to consume more.

Despite its efforts, Helag remained.

The worm resumed its underground roaming, destination unknown.

Helag couldn’t let it wander aimlessly, unsure where it might take him.

But controlling it seemed impossible…

Helag considered using the Elven spell, All Things Have Spirits, to communicate.

He tried, channeling magic into the worm’s tissue: “Take me to the surface.”

The worm received the message but ignored it, continuing its journey.

Helag sensed the worm understood but didn’t respond.

“Looks like I’ll need to persuade it…”

Helag conjured a fireball, launching it at the worm’s tissue.

The fireball exploded, leaving a burn mark.

The worm growled in pain.

Helag was unsatisfied with the fireball’s effect.

The worm’s internal defenses were strong; a basic fireball barely singed it.

“I’ll need the World Tree Bow.”

Last time, Helag used the bow to injure the worm.

Conventional spells were ineffective; the bow’s arrows were more potent.

But with one hand on the dagger, using the bow was tricky.

Helag gripped the dagger with his right hand, retrieving the bow with his left.

He brought the bow to his mouth, using his teeth to pull the string.

A green arrow formed; Helag released the string with his teeth, sending the arrow flying.

The arrow vanished, reappearing at the tissue, exploding and scattering flesh.

The blast created a bloody crater, blood oozing out, with bits of flesh clinging around.

The explosion caused the worm immense pain, prompting a loud wail and violent thrashing.

Helag held tight to the dagger and bow.

Losing the bow would be a significant loss.

The worm’s frenzy lasted half an hour before it calmed.

Even Helag, with his resilience, felt dizzy from the ride.

The worm seemed exhausted, its speed reduced.

Seizing the moment, Helag negotiated: “Take me to the surface, and I’ll spare you. Otherwise, I’ll kill you from within.”

The worm paused, then responded: “Okay… okay…”

The message, transmitted through the spell, wasn’t in any language.

Helag instructed, “Head to the surface.”

Deep underground, Helag felt unsafe.

If the worm were smart, it would know Helag couldn’t kill it.

If the worm died, Helag would be trapped, relying on the worm to reach the surface.

The worm, lacking complex thought, wanted to avoid pain.

It moved toward the surface, quickly ascending.

Helag hung from the dagger, holding on tightly.

In ten minutes, the worm surfaced, opening its mouth for Helag.

Seeing the light, Helag paused, not rushing out.

Using Deep Blue, he scanned the area, finding barren hills and no creatures, seemingly safe.

Helag considered the worm’s interior, forming an idea.

He pressed the tissue: “Go back underground, head east.”

Helag realized the worm was a convenient high-speed train, worth utilizing.

The worm hesitated, confused.

Through the spell, Helag sensed its emotions.

The worm felt conflicted, unable to understand Helag’s change of heart.

“Keep going east; I’ll leave when we arrive,” Helag instructed.

The worm growled softly, displeased.

But the pain lingered, compelling it to comply, diving underground and heading east.

Helag checked the stars, confirming the direction.

The worm’s journey was smooth.

Moving horizontally, Helag could finally sit.

Tln : lmao