This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 292, Section 291: The Vampire Traitor (3K)

"Little Chick, does that mean... you're going to hibernate too?" Inside the warm little house, Ellawen held her scout, Puchi, in her arms and poked its soft body in confusion.

These past few days, Xiao Ji has been unusually quiet and hasn't been going out anymore. At first, she was secretly pleased, thinking that Pu Ji wanted to spend more time with her.

But she soon realized something was wrong. Scout Puji just sat there blankly on her head for the whole day, unresponsive, looking exactly like a sleepy little bean.

"Where do you usually stay when you hibernate, Puji?"

Finally, she carefully carried the scout, who seemed to have "dementia," into the inner room, gently placed him on the soft bed, and carefully tucked him in. After settling her companion, she strolled back to the courtyard alone, gazing blankly at the gray sky.

"I'm so bored. Is there anything exciting to do?"
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Boom! Boom—!!!
The deafening explosions continued to rage relentlessly inside and outside the walls of Arctic Fortress.

The eighteen resonance cannons and countless ordinary mushroom cannons wove together a symphony of destruction, interspersed with dying cries, desperate roars, and frenzied battle shouts, never ceasing for a moment.

Below the city wall, a small assault team led by several senior soldiers, tasked with scaling the wall, encountered unexpected resistance.

"Kings?! Is that you, Kings?! Why... why is this happening?!" A half-demon high-ranking warrior stared in disbelief, his voice trembling with shock and pain as he glared at his former comrade-in-arms, who stood in his way.

At this moment, Kings' body was deeply entangled and fused with the pale mycelium, making him unrecognizable. He struggled to look away, avoiding the questioning gaze, and silently raised the staff in his hand, its tip crackling with dangerous lightning.

“I… had no other choice.” Kings’ voice was hoarse and helpless.

These words extinguished any remaining hope in the half-demon warrior's heart. The tears in his eyes were instantly replaced by determination, and he gritted his teeth: "Fine! Kings! Then let's... settle this long-awaited score!"

After several rounds of fighting, the blades and lightning clashed fiercely. The half-demon warrior dodged several deadly bolts of lightning with astonishing agility, and finally seized the opportunity when Kings was casting a spell to rush in!

A blinding electric grid erupted around Kings, forming a violent cage of lightning to protect him.

The half-demon warrior roared, neither dodging nor avoiding, and smashed through the outer arcs of electricity with his body! The scorching smell filled the air as he endured the excruciating pain and charged into the core of the cage!

The longsword, carrying an indomitable spirit, pierced straight for Kings' throat!

At the critical moment, the half-demon warrior's sword-wielding hand instinctively shifted slightly to the side; the muscle memory of years of fighting side by side betrayed his will at the last moment!

The blade merely grazed the skin on the side of Kings' neck, drawing out a trail of blood.

The next instant, the raging lightning that Kings had been gathering power in his hand slammed solidly into the half-demon warrior's abdomen!

boom!
The half-demon warrior was blasted away like a tattered sack, crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his body convulsing, unable to move any further.

Kings staggered, his staff instinctively pointing at his fallen friend, while his other hand blankly touched the warm wound on the side of his neck.

"Pah!" The half-demon warrior on the ground spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with self-mockery and anger. "Damn it... just a habit! Attack, traitor!"

“No… I can’t…” Kings’s hand holding the staff trembled violently. Looking at his friend’s pained face, he couldn’t release the magic he had gathered.

Seeing this, the half-demon warrior used all his strength to persuade him: "Kings, turn back! Come with me to the Empire! There must be a way to remove the restraints on you! There must be..."

puff!

Without warning, a grayish-white mushroom burst out of Kings' right palm, which was holding the staff. The intense pain made him scream, and the staff fell from his hand.

"Kings!" The soldier on the ground cried out in fury.

"Sigh... A close friend turning against you with a knife, what a heartbreaking sight." A voice suddenly appeared between the two, emitting a sticky sigh, "Look at Kings, he'd rather endure this torment than kill you..."

The voice shifted to the half-demon warrior on the ground, filled with compassion: "Can you bear to watch your dearest friend, whom you cherish so much, die such a painful death? Lay down your weapons and join us! When your sins are redeemed, freedom will surely return to you!"

"Shut up! You devil!" The fallen half-demon warrior unleashed his last ferocity, violently plunging a short dagger into the body of the voice-puffing creature!
However, another identical voice immediately emerged from the creep behind him and said, "Devil? You're the invaders! Fine, don't surrender, then fight."

[Fusion Parasitism]

When the attempt to persuade him to surrender failed, the voice quickly dissipated on the fungal carpet. At the same time, Kings' painful howls suddenly rose to an inhumanly shrill level!
Countless grayish-white mushrooms burst forth from various parts of his body, their mycelium and flesh further fusing together in a terrifying proliferation!
As the final explosion rang out, a gray mushroom sprouted from his left eye... and everything finally fell silent.

"King...?"

no respond.

Kings stiffly bent down like a puppet and picked up the bloodstained staff at his feet.

Magic gathered once more at the tip of the staff, and this time, it was aimed steadily at the immobilized friend on the ground.

Those eyes, once full of wisdom and emotion, are now only empty and lifeless, covered by mycelium, devoid of any spirit.

……

The sight of the assault force being stalled was observed by Payne from the rear. Although the distance was great and details were difficult to discern, the silhouettes of the interceptors clearly belonged to half-demons and lizardmen, naturally leading him to connect them to the missing scouts!
Enchantment? Puppetry? Necromancy?
Several thoughts flashed through my mind.

In any case, it seems that relying solely on diamond-level warriors, they won't be able to even get close to the city walls.

His gaze shifted to the half-demon leader beside him: "Bastardos, what are you waiting for? I'll use magic to cover your advance!"

Bastardos's expression shifted between light and dark.

Given the current unfavorable situation, quickly breaching the fortress and destroying those magical items is indeed the key to victory.

However, they knew that the demons on the other side naturally knew as well.

Bastardos didn't believe they hadn't set up some traps inside, and he didn't know what dangers he might encounter if he rushed over.

What's even more infuriating is that Paine, that bastard, clearly implied in his words that he should go and test the minefield alone, while he would "cover" from a safe distance...

On the distant city wall, the large, comical-red cloak-wearing creature, Puji, was using amplification magic to incessantly list their "crimes."

While Bastardos was still weighing the pros and cons, someone else was already thoroughly enraged by the noise.

"Disgusting thing! Shut up!"

Yunier's shrill voice ripped through the battlefield, and the blood of countless fallen soldiers surged forth, instantly condensing into a huge dark red spear. The spearhead pointed directly at Marshal Puji, and with a piercing shriek, it shot through the air!

Its enormous size covered all the space for dodging!

However, Marshal Puji did not intend to dodge.

The Puji on the city wall exerted their power simultaneously, and three huge magical shields unfolded in front of the city wall!

The blood spear moved with unstoppable force, piercing through two layers of shields in succession!

But when it struck the third layer of shield, it finally collapsed from exhaustion, turning into a foul-smelling rain of blood that poured down on Marshal Puji, making him even redder!
"Too weak! Too weak!" The marshal, covered in blood, swayed smugly. "That old woman who survives by sucking blood, is that all you've got?"

"I'm going to tear you to pieces and make soup!!!" Yunier raised her arms high, trying to mobilize even more blood to unleash a devastating blow!
But this time, the blood spear that was about to take shape trembled violently, its shape twisted, and it finally collapsed again!

Someone is trying to wrest control of the blood from her?!
There are vampires in the opposing faction?!

who is it? !
Yunier's crimson pupils instantly locked onto the exceptionally tall figure in the group of Puji—Luisa.

She didn't know the other person, but she quickly sensed their level of power.

"Ha, how strange!" Yunier narrowed her eyes. "It's been so many years since the vampires have had a traitor with a title, and I've stumbled upon one today!"

At this moment, the fortress was no longer of any importance to her: "Once I twist your head off, I'll definitely go back and investigate which family produced such an indelible stain on your reputation!"

She clenched her fist suddenly, and the portion of blood that Louisa controlled was forcibly drawn away by an invisible force, quickly gathering around Yunier and transforming into countless hovering, sharp blood blades!
In a one-on-one situation, the absolute dominance of a higher-level player over a lower-level player is precisely reflected in this undisputed control over blood!

However, this was not a one-on-one match.

Just as Yunier was about to unleash her Blood Blade to kill the traitor, the floating weapons around her suddenly twisted and disintegrated violently once again!
Yunier's expression changed instantly!

There were ten... no, dozens of vampires vying with her for control of this blood!

Although their individual strength was far inferior to hers, the sheer number of them made it difficult for her to control them freely for a while!

Of course, the same applies to the other side.

But where did all these vampires come from?
The senses extended instantly, but the target was strangely focused on the group of bouncy poopy ...

???

"What is it, Your Excellency?" Louisa licked her sharp fangs, her claws slicing across her wrist, crimson blood, entirely her own, gushing out and forming a ball of blood in her palm. "Weren't you here to take my head?"

The bloodshed on the battlefield is pulled apart by dozens of forces, and no one can completely control it.

At this moment, only blood from one's own body can guarantee absolute loyalty!

"You think I can't kill you without this mixed blood?" Yunier flicked her finger, also cutting her finger, drawing out her own blood, which condensed in front of her into a slowly rotating, scarlet rose with sharp, knife-like edges.

"Go! Start fighting! I love watching women fight!" Marshal Puji shouted, while secretly adjusting the angles of several resonance cannons, looking for the best time to "mediate" the fight.

(End of this chapter)