Mushroom Lord in the Underground City-Chapter 299 - 291: Blood Race Traitor

"Xiao Ji, are you... going to hibernate too?" In the warm little house, Elarwen held the Scout Puki in her arms, confusedly poking its soft body.

These past few days, Xiao Ji had unusually stopped going out. At first, she secretly rejoiced, thinking the Puki wanted to spend more time with her.

But she quickly found something wrong; the Scout Puki just stayed dumbly atop her head, sitting for an entire day, and appeared sluggish, just like Douding when he was sleepy.

"Where does Puki usually stay during hibernation...?"

In the end, she cautiously carried the suspected "senile" Scout Puki into the inner room, gently placed it on a soft bed, and carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt. Once she settled her companion, she wandered back to the yard alone, staring at the gloomy sky in a daze.

"So idle, isn’t there something exciting to do..."

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Boom! Boom—!!!

Deafening explosions incessantly ravaged the interior and exterior of the Arctic Castle walls.

Eighteen Resonance Cannons and countless ordinary Mushroom Cannons wove a destructive symphony, filled with dying cries, desperate roars, and fanatical battle shouts, nonstop.

Below the walls, a charging team led by several senior warriors tasked with storming the walls faced an unexpected blockage.

"Kings?! Is it you, Kings! Why... why is this happening?!" A Half-demon senior warrior was distraught, his voice trembling with shock and pain, staring firmly at the friend blocking his way, someone he once fought alongside.

At this moment, Kings’ body had become deeply entangled and fused with the pale mycelium, his appearance changed beyond recognition. He struggled to avert his eyes, avoiding the questioning gaze, silently raising the Magic Staff in his hand, the tip crackling with dangerous lightning.

"I... had no choice." Kings’ voice was hoarse and helpless.

This statement extinguished the Half-demon warrior’s faint hope, his teary eyes instantly replaced by decisiveness, gritting his teeth: "Fine! Kings! Then let’s decide our victory after such a long time!"

After several rounds of confrontation, blade and lightning fiercely collided. The Half-demon warrior used astonishing agility to evade several lethal thunders, finally seizing the momentary gap in Kings’ casting to rush forward!

Suddenly, an intense electric grid exploded around Kings, forming a frenzied lightning cage to protect himself.

The Half-demon warrior roared, not evading, stubbornly smashing through the outer electric arcs with his body! The scorched smell wafted as he endured the severe pain and charged into the cage’s core!

The long knife, carrying a relentless momentum, aimed straight at Kings’ throat!

At the critical moment, the hand holding the knife instinctively shifted slightly, the muscle memory of years fighting side by side betray his will at the last second!

The blade merely scratched Kings’ neck side skin, bringing out a line of blood beads.

The next instant, the violent thunder gathered in Kings’ hand shattered the Half-demon warrior’s abdomen solidly!

Bang!

The Half-demon warrior, like a broken sack, was blasted away, landing heavily on the ground, bleeding from his mouth and nose, his body twitching, unable to move.

Kings staggered a step, instinctively pointing the Magic Staff at his fallen friend, while his other hand blankly felt the warm wound on his neck side.

"Pah!" The Half-demon warrior spat out a mouthful of bloody froth, his eyes full of self-mockery and anger, "Damn it... just a habit! Do it, traitor!"

"No... I can’t..." Kings’ hand holding the Magic Staff shook violently, looking at his friend’s pained face, the gathered magic power couldn’t be released no matter what.

Seeing this, the Half-demon warrior exhausted his breath to urge, "Kings, turn back! Come with me to the Empire! Surely, there’s a way to free you from this bondage! Surely, there is..."

Splut!

A gray-white mushroom unexpectedly exploded from the palm of Kings’ right hand holding the Magic Staff, the intense pain made him scream in agony, the staff dropped.

"Kings!" The warrior on the ground was distraught.

"Alas... watching friends draw blades on each other, what a heartbreaking scene." A talking Puki appeared between the two unnoticed, sighing with a sticky lament, "Look at Kings, preferring to endure such torment than to harm you..."

The talking Puki turned to the Half-demon warrior on the ground, voice filled with pity: "Can you bear to see your dear friend suffer so much? Lay down your weapons, join us! Once the sins are absolved, freedom will surely return to you!"

"Shut up! You devil!" The Half-demon warrior lying on the ground burst with final ferocity, flipping to viciously stab a short dagger into the talking Puki’s body!

However, another identical talking Puki immediately emerged from the fungal mat behind him, continuing, "Devil? Obviously, it’s you guys who are the aggressors! If you don’t surrender, then go ahead, fight."

[Fusion Parasite]

Unable to persuade, the talking Puki quickly dissolved into the fungal mat, meanwhile, Kings’ painful scream suddenly soared to inhuman shrillness!

Countless gray-white mushrooms exploded continuously from various parts of his body, the mycelium and flesh further fused terrifyingly in rampant proliferation!

When the final rupture sounded, a grayish mushroom forcibly sprouted from his left eye... everything finally returned to dead silence.

"King...s?"

No response.

"Kings" bent stiffly, puppet-like, picking up the blood-stained Magic Staff by his feet.

Magic Power gathered again at the staff tip, this time, steadily aimed at the immobile friend on the ground.

Those eyes once filled with wisdom and emotion, now left only the hollowness under the mycelium and dead silence, devoid of any glint.

...

The scene of the obstructed assault force was clearly seen by Pine from the rear.

Although the distance makes it hard to see the details, those interceptors are clearly Half-demons and Lizardmen, which naturally reminds one of those missing scouts!

Charm? Puppetry Technique? Necromancy?

Several thoughts dart through his mind.

In any case, relying solely on Diamond Level Warriors seems unlikely to get us on the city walls.

His gaze turned to the Half-demon Leader beside him: "Bastardos, what are you waiting for? I’ll use magic to cover your advance!"

Bastardos’ expression was wavering.

The current situation is unfavorable; quickly breaking through the fortress and destroying those Magic Items is indeed the key to victory.

However, they knew that the opposing Demons naturally knew this as well.

Bastardos didn’t trust that there wouldn’t be traps laid inside, unsure of what danger awaited if he charged ahead.

What was even more hateful was Pine, that bastard, who was clearly telling him to take all the risks alone, while he "covers" from a safe distance...

On the distant city wall, a large Puki wrapped in a comically red cloak was incessantly listing their "crimes" using an Amplification Spell.

While Bastardos was weighing the pros and cons, someone had already been thoroughly enraged by this noise.

"Disgusting creature! Shut up!"

Yuni’er’s sharp voice pierced through the battlefield, and the blood of countless fallen soldiers suddenly surged, instantly coagulating into a massive dark red Blood Spear, its tip aiming straight for Marshal Puki, shrieking through the air!

Its enormous size covered all space available for evasion!

Yet, Marshal Puki wasn’t planning to dodge.

The Pukis on the wall all exerted themselves simultaneously, three colossal Magic Shields unfolded layer by layer in front of the city wall!

The Blood Spear pierced through two layers of shields with unstoppable force!

But upon colliding with the third layer, it finally exhausted its strength, disintegrating into a stinky blood rain, drenching Marshal Puki’s head, dyeing the Puki even redder!

"Too weak! Too weak!" Marshal Puki shook his blood-stained body with pride, "Is that all you’ve got, you old hag living off blood?"

"I’ll tear you to pieces and turn you into stew!!!" Yuni’er raised her arms high to summon even more overwhelming blood, attempting to form a devastating strike!

But this time, the Blood Spear about to take shape violently trembled, its form distorted, and ultimately disintegrated once more! 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Someone was competing with her for control over the blood?!

There were Blood Races in the enemy camp?!

Who was it?!

Yuni’er’s scarlet pupils instantly locked onto that particularly tall figure among the Puki group—Louisa.

She didn’t recognize the opponent, yet quickly perceived the other’s level of power.

"Oh, what a rarity!" Yuni’er squinted, "The Blood Race hasn’t had a traitor with a title in years, and today I’ve bumped into one!"

At this moment, the fortress seemed insignificant to her: "When I tear off your head, I’ll surely check thoroughly which family produced such an indelible stain!"

Her palm abruptly clenched, and the portion of blood controlled by Louisa was forcibly extracted by an invisible immense force, swiftly gathered around Yuni’er, transforming into numerous hovering sharp Blood Blades!

In a one-on-one situation, the absolute suppression of high tier over low tier was manifested in this uncontestable Blood Control!

However, this wasn’t a one-on-one duel.

As Yuni’er attempted to drive the Blood Blades to slaughter the traitor, the suspended weapons around her suddenly twisted and disintegrated violently again!

Yuni’er’s expression changed drastically!

Tens... no, dozens of Blood Races were competing with her for control over this blood!

Although each individual’s power was far inferior to hers, such a massive combined force made it difficult for her to manipulate freely!

Of course, the opposite party was similarly affected.

But where did so many Blood Races come from?

Her perception extended instantly, yet the target was bizarre beyond belief, all pointing towards that group of bouncing Pukis around Louisa!

???

"What’s the matter, Earl?" Louisa licked her sharp fangs, slicing her wrist with claws, and the bright red blood unique to herself gushed out, forming a Blood Ball in her palm, "Weren’t you coming to claim my head?"

The blood on the battlefield, under the frenzied tug-of-war of dozens of forces, was beyond anyone’s complete control.

At this moment, only the blood from one’s own body remained absolutely loyal!

"You think, without this impure blood, I can’t kill you?" Yuni’er flicked her fingertips, similarly slicing her finger to drive her own blood, forming a slowly rotating, knife-sharp-edged crimson rose in front of her.

"Go on! Fight already! I love watching women fight!" Marshal Puki cheered noisily, while secretly adjusting the angles of several Resonance Cannons, searching for the best moment to "mediate".