This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 289 288. Trust me
"Move this resonance cannon five meters to the left."

On the walls of the newly named "Arctic Fortress," a creature draped in a bright red "Marshal's Cloak" and wearing a towering mycelium cap is solemnly directing the demons to adjust their weapon layout.

These resonance cannons are mounted under the nodes of the demon race, and some demon races with good talent can even mount two cannons at the same time.

There are now eighteen resonant cannons in the fortress.

The quantity is not that they don't want to increase, but rather that they are limited by the supply of magic.

The total amount of magic that the creep can gather in a region is limited. Once it is exhausted, it can only be drawn from other regions. The efficiency of magic transfer also has an upper limit.

Even though Lin Jun had stockpiled a large number of "magic pool pops" in advance, the consumption of supporting eighteen resonance cannons in the same area at the same time had reached its limit.

After all, in actual combat, besides the magic black hole that fires cannons, constantly replenishing Puji is also a huge drain on resources.

In the past two days, several more spies have been arrested. Lin Jun didn't use these guys as sacrificial offerings anymore. After checking them once, he locked them all up. Lin Jun had a use for them.

To be honest, Lin Jun has been busy with preparations for over a month since she caught Galen, and if the other side doesn't come, she really will cry.

I burst into tears!

Fortunately, the other side kept feeding kills to the enemy, clearly determined to fight to the death, which finally made Lin Jun feel a little more at ease.

Look, individual reconnaissance missions always end in one-way trips, but this time they've finally been upgraded to reconnaissance teams!
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On the gray, icy plain, a blinding bolt of lightning tore through the air!

Where there was nothing before, a puji emitting black smoke appeared, fell to the ground, and its mycelium body was charred.

Five figures emerged from the snowstorm and gathered around to examine the corpse. They were all different in appearance, with scales, horns, and mixed skin tones, making them a typical half-demon squad.

“A monster I’ve never seen before, it can even turn invisible… No wonder none of my brothers came back, it’s impossible to guard against.” A half-demon with a lizard tail kicked the splattered wreckage, his voice hoarse.

The leader, Kings, a diamond-level half-demon captain, said with a grave expression: "It seems this demon tribe has mastered a method to control these invisible demons to monitor the surrounding area. From now on, we must be extra careful!"

After speaking, the captain cast a spell, and a thick, chilling white mist quickly formed, enveloping the five-person team.

This fog is inconspicuous in the snow and wind of the ice field, but it can effectively obscure the view.

More importantly, while it cannot completely hide anomalies from reconnaissance methods like [Magic Perception], the magic-infused mist itself can form an interference barrier, making it difficult for the enemy to accurately locate targets within the mist.

The squad advanced cautiously under the cover of fog, as if navigating a minefield.

Whenever an invisible pug that cannot be bypassed approaches, a bolt of lightning will be precisely shot out from the mist, instantly killing it. They are slowly closing in on the location of the demon tribe.

Suddenly, Kings' sharp eyes caught sight of a huddled figure in a crack in the ice not far away!

“Early?!” Upon getting closer, even though the other person was wrapped up tightly with only his eyes showing, Kings still recognized him by his familiar silhouette.

Earl seemed somewhat surprised to run into someone he knew here: "Captain Kings?"

Then, as if recalling something extremely dangerous, Earl's voice became urgent and suppressed: "How dare you walk around on the ground like this?! Quick! Get inside!"

He anxiously turned to the side, revealing the entrance to a narrow, dark tunnel deep in the crevice behind him.

One of the team members couldn't help but speak up: "We have the cover of fog magic, and we've dealt with any invisible monsters we encountered beforehand, so we won't be detected. But you, Earl, since you weren't captured, why have you stayed so long without going back to report? I remember you were in the third batch of spies, how many days has it been?"

"Leave? I want to leave too!" Earl was a little agitated, but quickly calmed down and explained, "You have no idea how much trouble it took for me to retreat from the front lines! The Fog spell isn't that reliable! There's no time to explain, let's go inside first!"

Earl spoke urgently, as if there were real risks standing outside. Seeing this, the team member who knew Earl instinctively tried to crawl into the tunnel, but Captain Kings grabbed his arm.

"Wait!" Kings raised his staff slightly, staring warily at Earlley. "What danger is outside? And why are you wearing your face covered? Are you injured?"

These words instantly jolted the other team members awake. All eyes were focused on Earl's face, which was completely covered up, and some even quietly tightened their grip on their weapons.

“Yes…yes, I’m injured,” Earl’s voice became somewhat stiff, “The scabs…are stuck to the headscarf, and it’s inconvenient to remove them…”

His voice was almost pleading: "Believe me, Kings! I won't harm you! Come in now, it's not too late!"

However, a dangerous glimmer of magic had already gathered at the tip of Kings' staff, pointing directly at Earlley's eyes: "Erley, I'll say it one last time, take it off!"

"You...why did you force me..." Earl's hand trembled as he touched his face mask, his voice filled with anger, "I really did it for your own good...but you don't believe me?!"

The face mask was suddenly ripped off!

A bizarre face covered in white mycelium was exposed before everyone! The mycelium was deeply embedded in the skin, mixed with the flesh and blood, making it look extremely deformed!

The half-demons were taken aback, and two of them even took a half-step back in shock.

On Earl's face, the grievance and anger were instantly replaced by extreme resentment and madness: "It's all that bastard Bastardos's fault! To curry favor with that whore from the Empire, to enjoy a life of luxury in the south, he sent us here to die! Not just me! You all are the same! All the same!"

"You don't believe me?! If you don't believe me, then you might as well die!"

With his hysterical roar, several round, plump little creatures suddenly rolled out from the depths of the tunnel!
The half-demon warrior in the squad, with his deformed, elongated limbs, reacted with lightning speed. He let out a sharp shout and transformed into a blurry afterimage as he charged forward! The slender blade in his hand flashed with a chilling light!

Several high-speed sprinting poops were cut in half.

However, she did not manage to kill them all.

BOOM! BOOM BOOM—!!
A series of violent explosions suddenly rang out!
The agile, slender warrior was the first to be hit, flying backward like a rag doll struck by a giant hammer, crashing heavily onto the hard ice surface, his blood instantly staining a large patch of ice crystals red.

Although others were not at the epicenter of the explosion, they were also injured to varying degrees.

The one who was most seriously injured was Erli, who was closest to the explosion point! When the Puji launched their attack, they didn't care about him, their "own person."

But he seemed oblivious to the excruciating pain; instead of reacting to the pitiful state of Kings' team, he erupted in hysterical laughter.
"Hahaha! Serves you right! Serves you right! If you had believed me, you wouldn't have died! Now, you're all going to die! Die! Die, all of you!" The laughter was filled with twisted pleasure.

"traitor!"

A bolt of lightning, imbued with Kings's fury, struck the laughing Earlley, charring his body and causing him to convulse before collapsing backward.

However, killing the traitor did not alleviate the Kings Squad's dire situation. Earl had bought them enough time... In the snowstorm, countless tiny "plop" sounds rang out from all directions, and a dense mass of white figures surrounded them.

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A similar scene unfolded with the reconnaissance squad sent out by the lizardman tribe.

The Demon Tribe was like a black hole; no matter how many exceptionally talented scouts they sent out, they all disappeared without a trace, leaving the two leaders feeling simultaneously overwhelmed...

(End of this chapter)