Chapter 3 Sweep: Centaur Camp!

Siege engines that haven't been used in a long time, cracked catapults, sharp wooden stakes covered in grease, and music playing on a loop.

Several harpies wiggled and twisted around on thick wooden stakes, while a group of centaurs, as if on drugs, swayed and bobbed their heads in the sound-absorbing cave filled with DJ music.

The ground was riddled with real craters, some deep and some shallow. Inside the tent, a goblin champion wearing only a pair of shorts and with his nostrils pointing upwards was making a deal with the centaur leader.

The leader's eyes were as if they had been through a howling wind; one half was blind, and the other half was also unsightly.

The Goblin Champion seemed to have suddenly become very unhappy for some reason, and was about to use his spiked club to reason with the group of irritable and easily angered centaurs.

He only asked one question: "Why did you bastards kidnap my succubus?"

His head was immediately struck by a burning stone, sparks flying everywhere. Then another stone struck, silencing the unfortunate goblin champion forever.

The sky seemed to rain down a festive shower of fire, the grim-faced centaur tamers carried away the goblins, and the banshees continued their dance.

We just saw one off, and another one is coming.

This time it's a stone man.

Upon seeing a rare guest, the centaur leader immediately forgot his earlier unpleasantness and, with a broad smile, instructed his men to bring the guest a stool.

Since centaurs never want to sit on stools, stools are very scarce in the camp and are reserved only for distinguished guests.

As soon as the stone man stepped onto the steps, four centaurs surrounded him, checking whether he was carrying any dangerous items.

Just then, a female demon carrying wine passed by and touched the stone man's pert buttocks, finding it as cute as touching a smooth pebble.

The leader personally poured wine for the guests, while the others either carried bows or held guns, their hind legs occasionally tumbling backward.

"Where is it? I didn't see you bring it with you." the chief asked.

Billy saw bacon, omelets, cold ham, and toast on another table and couldn't help but wipe his mouth, though unfortunately, the stone man didn't drool.

"I'm asking you a question," the leader said, sounding impatient.

Billis smiled slightly at these violent bastards: "I've heard that you centaurs have two stomachs, a human stomach and a horse stomach. Do you have to eat a lot every day to fill both stomachs?"

The savage centaurs laughed loudly.

The leader ordered his men to bring out the food, and he ate it in front of the stone man.

These centaurs not only have a great appetite, but also great ambition and are easily impulsive.

Several men had already drawn their bows and guns, eyeing the stone man menacingly.

Only the leader didn't take the guy in front of him seriously, waving his hand and telling everyone to put down their weapons.

He said, "Centaur not only have a great appetite, but also a great reproductive capacity. I am very fortunate to have been reborn as a centaur, rather than some other species."

"You used to do this kind of work on Earth too?"

"Of course, I'm a mob boss on Earth, and I'm going to be a mob boss here too. Aren't you the same as me, Mr. Agent?"

The leader had finished eating what was on his plate and then ordered three more kegs of white beer.

He probably had the biggest appetite in the entire camp.

Billy's eyes were hungry, but the stone man's stomach was never hungry. He glanced around again; his retina had a scanning device that could transmit images to the lady.

Ten men were armed with guns, ten with bows, and ten with throwing knives. A truck was parked in the distance, its contents unknown.

Suddenly, the DJ switched to some irrational music, and everyone started banging their hips and chests around like madmen. Tables were overturned, drinks were spilled, and the camp was filled with sinister laughter.

Because the Stone Man is a stand-in, Billy speaks very slowly.

"Why did you hire me to go to that prison? There's no one there to save."

“I never told you to go and save people; you might be saving something else entirely.”

"So, you know what's in prison."

“You’re an all-powerful agent on Earth, and you’ll be the same here. You see that thing? A cocoon, isn’t it beautiful?”

"Oh, you knew it was a cocoon from the beginning."

The centaur leader pressed his finger on the table, and an imprint immediately appeared. He pressed down along the imprint, and a row of symbols resembling the letters of the Earth appeared.

“Mr. Agent, it’s been eight years. You should know what kind of world Fa’an is now. It has become no different from Earth. Complete reincarnators like me and semi-reincarnators like you make up the vast majority. However, there is also a small group of native Fa’an people who are not reincarnated.”

"You mean, the thing inside the cocoon is not a reincarnated being?"

"Good to understand. Non-reincarnated beings are extremely rare in the Fa'an World, just like protected animals on Earth. If you catch one, you can sell it for 100,000 gold coins or even more on the black market."

"You called me there, so it was to steal someone."

With just a little effort, Billis broke the stool.

He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while, which drew laughter from the centaurs.

The aroma of curry, cloves, and red pepper wafted in from somewhere, and a plume of hot white steam rose from a large pot.

A disheveled orc with a woman's head and a man's body carried a large pot of food out of the kitchen, holding a long-handled spoon.

The thing cooking in this pot is very special; it doesn't seem to be food, but rather a thick soup made with a witchcraft recipe.

The orc gave each of the standing centaurs a spoonful of water, and their bodies immediately bulged with veins, their violent tails thrashing about excitedly, destroying whatever they touched.

Billis knew something was wrong; this stuff was likely similar to a stimulant.

The leader also took a sip, the boiling soup bubbling in his mouth.

"This feels so good! Don't you want some?"

Billis glanced at the time; there were still five minutes before the teleportation array would open.

"I think I should go now. Have fun swinging."

"Halt!" The leader slammed his hand on the table, scattering everything. "You haven't delivered the goods yet."

"You didn't pay either, buddy."

The leader suddenly ordered his men, "Don't let his double go back! He must die here!"

Like moths flying into a wall, arrows and bullets were fired simultaneously, striking the solid stone with a crackling sound.

Billys remained motionless.

Three stones were thrown at him, finally creating some sparks, but it didn't seem to do much good.

This enormous stone figure, like a moving mountain, uprooted the sharp wooden stake in front of it and hurled it, shattering the three stones that had been thrown at the ground.

The banshees and the other centaur brothers were still swaying, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening before their eyes.

There are three minutes left before the teleportation array opens.

Twenty-odd centaurs shouted and clamored, circling like devils, and raining down acid arrows at the large rock.

These acid arrows could corrode the stone to a certain extent, and Billis felt a chill, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off.

He grabbed the foreleg of the centaur closest to him with his left hand, and pulled the tail of the other centaur with his right hand, dragging them together and slamming their heads together.

The startled centaurs retreated, clearing a space.

Billy didn't know why they were clearing out a space until he heard the engine.

A ten-ton truck rammed into him.

Although the Stone Man's double was incredibly strong, he was slow-moving. He was hit hard, the truck's front end was dented, and the Stone Man lost an arm.

The menacing centaur army surrounded them again and began firing ice arrows.

One moment it's a rocket, the next an acid arrow, then an ice arrow; even the hardest stone is corroded.

One minute until the teleportation array opens!

Suddenly, Billy grabbed a rock from his chest and threw it at the truck. There was a loud bang, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open.

The swaying dancers finally fled like birds and beasts startled.

To prevent them from grabbing his head, Beris grabbed a second stone and threw it toward the centaurs' gathering point.

Another loud bang, and many legs hopped around the camp.

At this moment, Billis's chest looked as if two eyes had been pecked out by a vulture, revealing two large, round holes that let in light.

The battle in the camp was terrifying. For a fleeting moment, the stone golem was trapped again, and the centaurs responded to the battle cries head-on, repeatedly vaulting over rocks and leaping onto the stone golem.

Now, Billis was completely immobilized.

The leader was overjoyed and said in an admiring tone, "How wonderful it would be if you could be reborn as a centaur to work for me!"

Billis retorted, "If only you could be reborn as a stone golem, at least you could save your life."

Billy still had one last time bomb in his chest.

The sound of the camp exploding could be heard from a town dozens of miles away. Several dwarves who were mining looked up at the sky, thinking that a plane had crashed.

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the stone man's head landed right at the feet of the group of dwarves, scaring them so much they wet themselves.

"Thank goodness my head is still intact!" Billis muttered to himself.