Green algae mucus oozed from Gore's body, and Geralt tried hard not to slide down, crawling up to his neck bit by bit.

Gore slapped his neck in panic.

Geralt swung around and appeared on Gor's chin like a swing. The silver sword stabbed straight up and penetrated his fragile jaw.

This is not enough!!

Poof!

Thick and smelly blood gushed out like a waterfall, covering Geralt's body. He roared silently, and his entire upper body sank into Gor's mouth.

A "Zheng" sound!

The snow-white silver sword appeared above Gore's head, and there was silence all around. After an unknown period of time, the hill-like Gore slowly tilted back.

boom!

Gore fell.
Chapter completed!