chsdbacks Chapter 109 The Lord of the Fungi
Chapter 109 The Lord of the Fungi
The bone sickles on its arms sometimes parried, sometimes thrust swiftly, targeting weak points such as gaps in the shell and joints.
He was not in a hurry to achieve quick results, but instead used the grappling to wear down his opponent's stamina and look for weaknesses.
The cattle, horses, and people around them faithfully carried out their disruptive tasks.
They no longer hoped to break the armor with their fists, but instead used their numerical advantage to launch harassing attacks from the sides and rear.
Although these attacks were unlikely to cause significant damage, they successfully distracted the mushroom man, preventing it from fully focusing on Richard.
The battle reached a stalemate.
The red mushroom man roared repeatedly, its attacks growing increasingly ferocious, but Richard, like a persistent leech, clung tightly to it.
The powerful physique provided by the giant cocoon allowed him to withstand some attacks.
When there was absolutely no way to avoid it, he had a thought, and a layer of silver armor instantly appeared on his body, which was the defensive ability of the armored beetle cocoon!
"clang!"
The mushroom man slammed his fist into the silver armor, causing it to tremble violently, crack, and shatter, but successfully neutralizing most of the force.
Richard seized the opportunity and thrust his bone sickle forward, leaving a deep scratch on the mushroom man's chest armor!
Time passed second by second.
The red mushroom man possesses astonishing defense and immense strength.
But under Richard's relentless fighting and the harassment of hundreds of Tier 3 bull-horsemen, its movements began to show signs of slowing down...
Breathing? If it were breathing, the undulations of its body would become heavy, and the frequency and power of its attacks would slowly decrease.
Richard keenly observed this change.
It's tired! A glint flashed in Richard's eyes, and his attack suddenly intensified!
He stopped simply kiting and began to launch more proactive attacks.
The silver-winged phantom flashed continuously, its figure transforming into a blur as it spun rapidly around the mushroom man, launching a series of slashes from various tricky angles with its bone scythe!
"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"
Sparks continued to fly across the carapace, and the scratches became denser and deeper.
The red mushroom-man angrily waved its arms, but was always a beat too slow and couldn't hit the ghostly figure.
Finally, after a powerful punch missed its mark, the mushroom man's massive body briefly lost its balance due to inertia.
Richard roared.
"AxelForm!"
Silver Wing spread his fourteen wings and charged forward like lightning.
Hyper Acceleration Form! In this instant, Richard becomes a true fourth-order complete form!
He dodged the mushroom man's hastily defending arm.
Fourth-order Blade Insect Cocoon activated!
Instantly close to its chest, its enhanced arms crossed like bone scythes.
The blade gleamed with an incomparably cold light. Aiming at the area of the carapace that had been attacked the most, it thrust in fiercely with all its might!
"Pfft—!"
This time, the tough biological shell has finally been breached!
The bone sickle was deeply embedded in the mushroom-man's body, and a dull sound, similar to that of plant fibers being torn apart, was heard.
The red mushroom-man let out a agonizing howl, its massive body trembling violently, its movements completely frozen.
Richard pressed his advantage, using both arms to twist the bone sickle violently inside its body!
The mushroom-man seemed to have its last bit of strength drained away, and the luster of its carapace quickly faded. Its upper body swayed twice, and then its four legs crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"Tie it up! Use the strongest rope! Be careful not to touch any parts where it might emit mist!"
Richard, panting heavily, retracted his bone scythe and giant form, and gave orders to the surrounding bull-horse people.
The pioneers, who were already prepared, rushed forward and used specially made ropes soaked in shellac and as thick as an arm to bind the red mushroom man, who was unable to resist, tightly.
Only when they were certain that it could no longer move did everyone breathe a sigh of relief and erupt in thunderous cheers.
"Captured a fourth-tier insect beast alive!"
"Young Master, you are mighty!"
Richard wiped the sweat from his brow, looking at the red mushroom man bound in layers before him. He felt little joy, but rather a deep sense of bewilderment.
Why would such a powerful mushroom-man attack a camp alone?
What is its relationship with ordinary mushroom people? What secrets are hidden deep within this forest?
He walked up to the mushroom man and observed him carefully.
Even if captured, the location of this big guy's face under the umbrella.
Eight tiny eyeballs, yet a cold, angry emotion still seems to flow within them.
Richard looked into those "human" eyes and expressions.
Thinking about it in my heart:
It...may tell us a lot about this forest, and even about the mushroom people.
As night deepened, order was restored to the camp, but the alert level was raised to the highest level.
The campfire crackled, illuminating the tightly bound red mushroom man and Richard's pensive face.
The nights in the northern snowfields seemed to have become even more profound and unpredictable because of the appearance of this strange creature.
Richard was frowning as he examined the red mushroom man, who was bound like a dumpling but still staring at him with eight tiny eyes.
He was debating whether to take it back for research or dissect it on the spot to extract valuable organs or cocoons. Just then…
"Humans!"
A deep, resonant voice with a strange, grating quality suddenly emanated from beneath the mushroom-man's umbrella-shaped head, its words clear and logically distinct!
Richard's pupils suddenly contracted.
The pioneers who were busy cleaning up the mess all stopped what they were doing and looked in astonishment at the source of the sound.
It's not too surprising that fourth-tier insectoid beasts can make sounds and even imitate human language.
The Silverwing Hunter insect father and son had uttered incomprehensible roars and broken phrases. But those sounds were often frenzied, chaotic, and full of bestiality.
But the giant mushroom man in front of me... its tone was stiff, yet its structure was complete, its intentions were clear, and it even carried a cold, commanding tone!
"As our Lord's will shall be!"
The mushroom man continued in its screeching voice, its eight small eyes fixed intently on Richard:
"Leave this place! Or die!"
After a brief silence,
Richard almost laughed out of anger.
He was initially taken aback that the mushroom head actually had an owner.
A sense of absurdity and offense immediately welled up within him. How dare a defeated opponent, bound and unable to move, threaten him in such a condescending tone?
This mushroom man must have spent all his time in the forest, his brain filled with fungal hyphae, thinking that humans are some kind of reasonable, docile animals who listen to advice.
Or perhaps a member of some animal and plant conservation organization? But mushroom people aren't animals or plants!
"Oh……"
Richard let out a short, snicker.
He took two steps forward, looking down at the red mushroom man with a mocking expression:
"So this is the purpose of you... no, you mushroom, recklessly charging into our camp and getting captured? Just to deliver this warning?"
The mushroom seemed completely unresponsive to Richard's taunts, or rather, it simply didn't understand this emotional exchange.
It merely repeated and supplemented the previous information, its voice remaining steady and cold, carrying an undeniable certainty:
"The mycelium is not dead. We are united with the Lord. If you do not leave tonight, the Lord will surely unleash His wrath!"