Kalalin''s right hand emitted a strong glow, the very Flash Ring he had used against the Abyssal Hounds before.

    He stood at the rear of the group, with all but Lancelot facing away from him, and with the giant body of the worm creature shielding Lancelot, the bright light didn''t affect any of his teammates.

    The worm creature''s four black eyes granted it excellent dark vision, but as a consequence, it was extremely sensitive to intense light. Instinctively, it turned its head away, spraying the acid that was in its mouth onto the walls. Immediately, a hissing sound came from the tunnel''s rocky walls as the soil softened like heated chocolate, slowly flowing to the ground.

    Some residual acid still flew toward Kalalin''s direction, but Baron, ever vigilant, blocked it all with his shield.

    Lancelot naturally wouldn''t just stand by and watch. In the moment the enemy turned its head, he seized the opportunity at the vulnerable spot between the thick back armor and the jaw of the worm creature, stabbing the tip of his Great Sword in and effortlessly out the other side.

    "Beautiful!" Bruto shouted loudly, commencing his attack on the second knee.

    Under the stimulus of pain, the worm creature flailed wildly at Lancelot with its forelimbs, which resembled two Longswords, while desperately twisting its body in an attempt to turn its head around and spew acid at the Human Knight.

    But Lancelot tightly gripped the sword''s hilt, unmoving, and his 7-foot Great Sword kept the worm creature from reaching him no matter how it tried.

    However, such an injury was not enough to kill the worm creature immediately. For this type of creature, each nerve node in the limbs could function like a brain, and the one in its head was just a more versatile one. If destroyed, it could simply grow a new one.

    "Bruto!" called Lancelot, now a bit embarrassed as the enemy wouldn''t die anytime soon and he couldn''t draw his weapon out, nor could he push it further in; he could only call for the Dwarf''s help.

    "I''m a bit busy here!" Bruto''s warhammer swung wildly, and soon enough, the worm creature''s thickest middle leg also collapsed.

    "Never mind those legs for now!" Lancelot shouted. "Hammer my Sword Blade!"

    The Dwarf quickly grasped Lancelot''s intent; he leaped up from where he was and, with all his might, smashed his Warhammer onto the exposed sword edge on his side.

    The Great Sword propelled forward with the impact, the Sword Blade slicing through all the flesh and Carapace blocking its path, leaving the body of the worm creature from a position roughly corresponding to its lower jaw.

    A horrific wound appeared at its jaw, with copious amounts of Acid mixed with blood flowing out. The giant insect''s body convulsed, and its two front limbs futilely attempted to cover the wound, but the outpouring Acid corroded them together.

    Barrend crouched down and examined the bodies of his kin carefully, his face looking very grim.

    "Was it the burrower worms?" Lancelot noticed a huge hole in the ground nearby that looked quite similar to the state after a burrower worm emerged from underground.

    "Doesn''t look like it; burrower worms wouldn''t leave a body behind," Barrend shook his head, pointing to a basin-sized hole in the chest of one of the bodies. "They couldn''t make wounds of this severity."

    "The bodies also show no signs of acid corrosion," Kalalin stared solemnly at the hole in the ground, "and this hole is a bit too large for a burrower worm; it''s big enough to fit three of them. The culprit must have a very thick waist."

    "There''s also a pool of blood over here," Lancelot found another clue, "Someone was lying here, barely alive. How much blood do your people have to lose before dying?"

    "They would have been dead long before bleeding this much out," Bruto said with a frown, "but where did the body go?"

    No one responded to him; everyone had the same explanation in mind.

    "So here''s the question," Lancelot gestured towards the other two bodies, "Why are these two corpses here? Judging from the monster''s girth that Kalalin deduced, one Dwarf wouldn''t be enough to fill its stomach."

    "Uh," Bruto tried to explain, "Maybe it ate the first one and realized it didn''t quite suit its taste?"

    "These creatures that tunnel through the ground aren''t picky eaters," Barrend said gloomily, recalling some not-so-pleasant memories from his long mining career.

    "No, Bruto is right," Kalalin suddenly spoke up, his voice trembling slightly.

    "What did you think of?" Barrend looked at the Human with surprise, unable to believe that the robed figure could guess the true identity of the culprit before him.

    "Huge size, terrifying puncture wounds, not fond of eating Dwarves," Kalalin spoke softly, as if afraid of awakening some dreadful existence. "In our world, there''s also a kind of food these monsters do not like, Elves."

    The look of fear on Barrend''s face showed he had come to the answer. The old Dwarf''s lips quivered softly as he uttered a name.

    "Shark Lizard Beast."