abnormal mutation

Chapter 112 Offensive and defensive changes
"The Seventh Apostle?" Roland stood up, his gaze deep and unfathomable. The other party had actually managed to pull him directly into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Did your mentor ever tell you that curiosity can kill you?" A calm male voice echoed from the churning black mist.

Roland looked up at the memory strains above and felt he must have done something stupid again: "You used the memory strains to pull me into the sea of ​​consciousness?"

“You understand immediately. I’ll help you clear up your confusion. Now, answer one of my questions: What is this?” A hand emerged from the black mist, pointing to the chessboard above.

"Hehe." Roland felt that the other party was unlikely to get in. Subconsciousness was like a mortal's divine realm. Being able to infect and locate was already very strong.

Theoretically, a mortal's divine kingdom cannot be broken before a person dies, especially since he also has a chessboard.

The other party couldn't possibly trap him; he has the ability to "enter the unknown" and can leave at any time.

You think I can't do anything to you?

As soon as the Seventh Apostle finished speaking, dark gray clouds drifted over from the cap continent, and memory strains rained down, covering the entire island.

The memory bacteria landed on the light screen and slowly seeped in. Although the damage rate was high, only a few of them entered, drifting down and taking root, growing into umbrella-shaped mushrooms.

Roland was startled, but remained calm. He raised his hand and waved it, sending countless golden needles flying out from his body, destroying the mushrooms one by one.

"How much gold do you have? Now kneel down and beg for mercy, and I'll give you a chance to pledge allegiance to our sect." The black mist spoke calmly, as if it were used to this kind of situation.

Suddenly, the rune seed within Roland's body trembled slightly, emitting a hint of longing.

He paused slightly, realizing that the rune seed hadn't been giving a warning, but was genuinely hungry: 'Go.'

The next second, countless colorful tentacles sprouted from his body, extending infinitely and flying all over the sky. At the end of each tentacle was a huge mouth, which devoured the memory strains one by one like snacks.

However, it wasn't satisfied yet. Countless tentacles reached into the gray clouds outside the barrier and began to suck and devour them, creating a scene that looked... quite abstract.

"What the hell is this?!"

The Seventh Apostle attempted to counterattack using the memory strains, but to no avail. It was like a lamb entering a tiger's den, and only exacerbated the dissipation of the gray cloud. He became somewhat exasperated.

In just a short while, a large patch of gray clouds disappeared from the sky, a sight that pained him greatly. He had only been promoted a few years ago, and he didn't know how much effort he had put in to accumulate this wealth.

Left with no other choice, he could only command the memory strains to return to their own consciousness territory.

Roland found it very interesting; the ocean of the collective unconscious was like countless divine kingdoms, where everyone was a conceptual god, strong in defense but weak in offense.

Those memory bacteria were the Seventh Apostle's soldiers, invincible, but he also had powerful generals, so there was nothing to fear. Before the chessboard even moved, the opponent had already crumbled.

He watched the memory bacteria slowly flee, feeling a pang of regret, wondering what other methods he could use to deal with them. To be honest, with such a formidable enemy at his side, he was restless and unable to eat or sleep.

A bloodline ability surfaced in his mind. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed. Two invisible auras landed on the gray cloud that was about to leave, turning into a dark purple smoke that enveloped hundreds or thousands of memory bacteria.

One unit of the [infectious abnormal mutation] can infect one person, but the memory strain is too small, and the infection range and spread speed are extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, patches of gray clouds were tinged with dark purple and spread rapidly in all directions, like ink dripping into clear water, leaving one only to watch helplessly as it spread.

"What the hell is this?!" The black mist surged violently, the voice sounded somewhat agitated, and it began to command the memory strains to scatter and flee for their lives.

Roland had no time to pay attention to him. After the infection spread, these memory strains, like human infected individuals, immediately established a link with him, with countless invisible threads hanging on him, the source of infection.

A flood of emotions and memories rushed in, catching him off guard and leaving his head in a daze, as if it were about to explode.

He immediately blocked the information transmission and it took him a while to recover.

Memory bacteria are too special. They appear to be living things, but the memories and emotions they carry all come from the organisms they once parasitized, and are transmitted to their "masters" without reservation.

No wonder the Seventh Apostle has a voyeuristic tendency; it would be strange if he didn't become neurotic over time.

On the other hand, the Seventh Apostle was almost driven to madness by anger. After a brief period of stagnation, all the strains infected by the dark purple color went on to infect other strains, causing their numbers to increase exponentially.

These purple strains will still carry out his commands, but this will not hinder their infection process. What's even more terrifying is that his own "consciousness kingdom" and the mother strain of the memory strains do not reject them, and still treat them as his "children".

"Hehe, your situation seems a bit bad." Roland's lips curled up, and he started to make a witty remark.

He himself did not expect that this abnormal mutation was timid when infecting humans, but the infecting strain was incredibly aggressive.

The memory strains, which inherently possess the ability to spread and parasitize, react in a wondrous way with the abnormal mutations, overlapping each other and spreading the battle across the cap continent like wildfire.

Especially after the number of infected people reaches a certain level, the [infectious abnormal mutation] seems to become stronger.

“I can make countless mistakes, but you…” The Seventh Apostle pretended to be calm, but his movements continued.

“I should be the one saying that,” Roland said with a cold laugh, his voice firm. “I can be curious and make mistakes many times. But you, apart from your high sequence, are useless. Your underwear has been seen by everyone.”

Sequence levels can be increased, but foundational elements like Rune Seeds and Chessboards are simply nonexistent without them.

"You wait……"

The Seventh Apostle was filled with shame and anger. Being humiliated in his area of ​​expertise by a newcomer to the extraordinary almost drove him to the brink of madness.

"collapse--"

The mycelium tethered to the isolated island was severed by the Seventh Apostle himself, and the cap continent receded as if flashing away, disappearing from Roland's sight almost in an instant.

The mycelial locking is mutual. Perhaps fearing that Roland might have other methods and backup plans, he dared not be continuously locked, lest he suffer an unexpected setback.

Having finally found Roland's consciousness, they gave up just like that. After this, Roland would never give the other party such a chance again.

"Quite decisive, but unfortunately I can still sense it."

Roland closed his eyes, and the chaos of the cap continent was clearly projected into his mind, with distance and location also within his perception.

The cap continent was in complete disarray, with not only the memory strains but also the small number of mother plants and spores growing on the ground being infected.

The infected strains were shrouded in a dark purple aura, making them more eerie and powerful. They blended in with the ordinary strains, and apart from their color, they were indistinguishable.

The Seventh Apostle dared not trust them. The mushroom mothers on the cap continent shot out countless spores, which would destroy the purple strains at the same time.

"Hide quickly, stop the infection!" Seeing this, Roland tried to issue the command.

Unexpectedly, it worked! The infection on the memory strain immediately subsided, and when mixed with other strains, it was completely undetectable.

The Seventh Apostle was immediately at a loss. He tried to sense it for a long time but couldn't make it clear at all. At this moment, the uniqueness of the memory strain became a boomerang that ended up backfiring on him.

"Hehe..." Roland sneered, and the tables had turned.

The Seventh Apostle cannot possibly stay away to take charge. As long as he leaves, he will continue to spread the infection, which will eventually affect the entire realm of consciousness.

"what--"

With the Seventh Apostle's roar, the black mist shattered, and a black giant appeared. His upper body was human, while his lower body was a cloud of mist stitched together from countless distorted faces.

Just one glance was enough to shock Roland's mind with an unknown force, causing his memory to become confused, his thinking to become sluggish, and his emotions to surge uncontrollably. It took him a while to calm down.

'Is this the Seventh Apostle's projection in his sea of ​​consciousness? What about the Bloodborne Sorcerer's projection? It's not a tree, is it? That's a bit low-class.'

He unleashed his Golden Eye to sense the Seventh Apostle's consciousness again, only to find his perception blocked. He couldn't see anything, only vaguely knowing that the infected strain was still there.

'Struggle, hehe...'

(End of this chapter)