Chapter 64: Germs, harmful to others and ourselves

Author: wordless seal

Chapter 64: Germs, harmful to others and ourselves

The gray-haired elf had no intention of entering the dust-covered area.

She is also good at cultivating fungi and knows how powerful fungal spores can be.

So, she took out a small pinch of soul-fluctuating bacteria powder from her purse.

A green glow condensed in her hand, and the fungus powder grew small mushrooms on her hand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Holding the moth tightly between his legs, he took out a small bottle with almost overflowing hyphae of various molds, and dropped some unknown liquid on it.

The little mushroom on the gray-haired elf's hand grew rapidly, deformed, and actually grew a face, hands and feet.

The gray-haired elf threw it away.

The Mushroom Man, or Mushroom Spirit Guard, grew rapidly in mid-air. When it landed on the ground with a bang, it had turned into a monster with a fifth-level soul strength, nearly four meters tall, and green flames in its eyes.

The first moment it touches the ground - it starts to sink.

This guy is on the same level as the humanoid root-vine monster that the Lord encountered the night he just traveled through, maybe a little weaker. After all, the time on the ground is now before noon and the moon has long gone down.

At that time, it was still difficult for the root and vine monsters to break away from the creep, let alone the creep that had been strengthened through a series of research.

The mushroom man disappeared on the fungus carpet at an almost "melting" speed.

So aggressive. The gray-haired elf couldn't help but marvel. Fortunately, this mushroom seemed to be only corrosive. Unlike the mushroom circle guarding the life priest in the tribe, there was also a "big spray mushroom" that could spray venom.

We can't go any deeper. Because of the dangers of the underground world, the gray-haired elf is much more cautious than Eral was back then.

Collect samples, return to the tribe first, and report the situation here to the high priest...

But just as he turned around, a feeling of chills and hairs stood up came from the top of his head. The gray-haired elf felt as if he was being pointed at by another saint with a bow.

Dome!

The gray-haired elf tilted his head and used his own weight to push the moth to one side.

A cloud of faint yellow spores quickly passed by the side of the moth, and exploded with a pop in the distance, and the dripping acid fell like raindrops.

But this time, without any action from the gray-haired elf, the moth instinctively folded its scales and flapped its wings. The invisible airflow around it was disrupted, blowing away most of the acid, but there were still dozens of drops falling on the moth's body.

On the wings.

Under the sizzling green smoke, the scales and scales on the moth's wings were greatly corroded, and even the wing membranes were damaged.

What a big mushroom!

There was no need for the gray-haired elf to control it, and the moth itself immediately turned around and flew back.

The sense of crisis struck again. The gray-haired elf exerted strength on his waist and legs, clamped the moth's body, and took down the chitin longbow made of an unknown carapace from behind.

He turned around, took up his bow and shot an arrow in one go.

Snap - a ball of strong acid spores burst apart in response. The saint's will condensed on the arrow formed a substantial wind, sweeping away the liquid droplets produced after the explosion of the spore ball.

The anti-aircraft power used by the insect swarm to resist the steel battleship was just blocked by an arrow from a small humanoid unit.

Then... more than 300 spore clusters followed closely behind.

The gray-haired elf was dumbfounded. Even if she shot out a shower of flowers, she couldn't stop so many cannonballs.

In the Koprulu sector, there are examples of ace pilots who "integrate man and machine" into and out of the enemy's artillery positions.

But that is definitely not the case in the underground world, where the total distance from the ground to the dome is only a few kilometers, and there are anti-aircraft turrets built up and down.

What's more, the moths ate the fungi after all.

Even the moths and the elves were swallowed up by the acidic spore clusters weighing several tons on the spot. In other words, their bodies were relatively small, and most of the spore clusters collided with each other, offsetting most of the impact.

But even so, the moth's body was crushed on the spot. With luck, the insect swarm could collect some essence from the carapace that was not completely corroded by the acid.

The gray-haired elf kept his body intact and fell from the sky wrapped in a ball of acid.

The chitin armor she wears has long been transformed by her sanctuary-level soul and has become extraordinary. Although it is full of cracks, it is generally still intact.

However, she was not wearing full body armor. When the gray-haired elf struggled to crawl out of the acid pit, all her areas not covered by armor had been corroded to the point where bones were almost visible. Arms, knees, shoulders,

The neck and even the face were ulcerated and turned black.

Her eyes and ears were protected by the force of nature, and she still had some ability to perceive, but it only brought her despair. Wherever she looked, ferocious insect beasts emerged from under the carpet, one after another, as if

Endless.

The fishy and wet breath came from the top of the head, and the gray-haired elf could still feel it even if he didn't raise his head. It was a slurry full of life.

"Hiss—" accompanied by a hiss.

The fierce insect beast jumped up.

The gray-haired elf staggered past two, and was knocked to the ground by the third. Then, dozens of sickle-shaped appendages pinned her to the carpet.

The next moment, the fungal carpet spore slurry swooped down.

The vigorously growing carpet of bacteria buried the gray-haired elf underneath.

The anti-rejection essence allowed the fungi to quickly grow together with the corroded skin of the gray-haired elf. The mastermind of the nest, which was so close at hand, transmitted huge nerve signals accompanied by blazing psionic energy.

Due to the difference in size, even the saint was knocked unconscious by the impact...

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The gray-haired elves were transported back in batches.

Even more thorough than the original Eral.

The head, hands, feet, and torso were all separated.

The gray-haired elf did not rush into the state of "heart-to-heart connection with all spirits", and the Overlord had no chance to destroy her "Tao Heart". Fortunately, the insect swarm relied on the sub-dimensional development cavity during this period to breed a group of elite units

worker bees, otherwise it may not be possible to cut off the bones of a level 10 unit.

But even if only a comatose head was left. After entering the range of the parasitic heart, the gray-haired elf's natural way instinctively operated, and the face that was almost corroded by the acid still died at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Come back after healing.

This makes the master who has been paying attention to the state of the gray-haired elf from a distance feel a little worried: this means that even the life force overflowing from the parasitic heart will bring a huge increase to the natural way of the elf.

In this area where the life force is overactivated, it is difficult to tell whether it is the home of the insect swarm or the home of the elves.

Therefore, the head of the gray-haired elf did not stay too long in the flesh and blood abyss, but was immediately sent to the Spider Cave-Hatchery where the life force was relatively less abundant.

There, the gray-haired elf will receive the same treatment as Eral: his skull will be cracked open, and the neural tentacles from the hatchery will directly penetrate into the brain to measure neurons and read the memory.

Although she was not born from a tree, the gray-haired elf's neural coding method is basically the same as Eral. There is no need to spend energy on decoding, and reading her memory will be much faster.

What the Master didn't notice was that just as the team transporting the gray-haired Elf's head passed through the Babel Worm Tube, the Elf's eyelids suddenly trembled twice. Her nervous system was still under constant impact from the Hatchery's Master Brain.

She was in a comatose state, but her soul became active...

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Chapter completed!