I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Chapter 156 You're waiting for the spores to hatch? I'm waiting for the virus to break out!

Under the cover of night, Mellen and Pilsson quickly approached the factory.

With his hands empty and his steps light, Myron stopped near the factory's outer wall.

His left hand stretched forward, and his five fingers quickly deformed and extended outward, soon turning into more than a dozen gray-green tentacles.

The tentacles swayed gently a few times as they faced the factory, as if sensing whether the composition of the air was suitable for their growth.

A few seconds later, a confident smile appeared on Myron's lips.

"Found you! Little bat."

He then turned to Pilsner and said, "You keep watch outside. If you spot anyone else, identify yourself and notify me immediately."

"You are not allowed to approach the core factory area without my permission! Do you understand?"

Piersson was filled with anger, yet he was helpless and obediently nodded to show that he understood.

Myron snorted and then said as if teasing a dog, "Be a good boy and behave well this time, and when I'm in a good mood, I can let you come to my research group to do odd jobs."

After saying that, he walked away arrogantly, as if he had given Pilsner a huge favor.

Pilsner watched Mellen's retreating figure, clenching his fists tightly, his anger rising while simultaneously filled with anticipation.

"You bastard! You won't live much longer either."

After Myron disappeared into the shadows of the factory, Pilsner turned to look into the distance.

He looked alert, his eyes constantly scanning the area as if searching for something.

He then transformed into his tree-man form and began to perceive his surroundings on a large scale.

Just then, he vaguely sensed a figure approaching at an extremely fast speed in the darkness.

Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through the back of his head.

And then I knew nothing more.

This was one of the tactics the two had agreed upon beforehand, in order to clear Pilsson of suspicion.

After dealing with Pilsner, Ivan rushed straight into the factory without any hesitation.

Meanwhile, in the underground storage room.

Bane, who was still working hard on his potion research, was about to turn around to get the materials.

In that instant, he felt an unprecedented pain.

The pain came so suddenly, it felt like hundreds or thousands of steel needles had been pierced all over my body at the same time.

These steel needles pierced his muscle tissue at hundreds of angles, locking down every muscle in his body from every direction.

"ah!!"

With a scream, Bane collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing, instantly unable to move.

Although he possesses powerful self-healing abilities as a Bloodthirsty being, this attack was extremely bizarre.

The countless spikes acted on his muscles, rendering him powerless.

Even during this process, he felt his thoughts gradually becoming hazy, and strange whispers kept ringing in his ears.

Just then, he heard footsteps coming from the doorway, but he couldn't even move his neck and could only try to turn his eyes in that direction.

Only then did he notice that a young man with a scientific research air was already standing at the door.

His face was full of arrogance, and a mocking smile played on his lips as he looked down at me as if I were a dog.

"Who are you?!" Bain asked through gritted teeth.

Myron smiled slightly: "You don't need to know who I am. Now you just need to tell me what information your master, Pris Bartholomew, left you?"

"Tell me all his potion recipes."

Bain immediately knew what this guy was there for, and he cursed him with a resolute tone.

"Go eat shit! You dog! Don't expect to get any information out of me."

Myron smiled slightly: "Thank you for your blessing! But I have plenty of ways to make you spill the beans."

He crouched down, and his five fingers quickly extended outward, transforming into five roots covered with wriggling tentacles.

"Tree spirit! You're one of the Red King's people!?" Bain recognized the other party's origin instantly upon seeing this.

Myron didn't speak. The roots clung to Bain's face, slowly climbing his skin in an extremely creepy and twisted manner.

Then a few roots pried open his eyelids and burrowed into the gap between his eyeball and eyelid.

"Waaaaahh ...

Feeling this terrifying sensation, Bain instinctively struggled.

However, each time he struggled, the strange spikes caused him even more intense pain.

Even if he wanted to abandon reason and break free with all his might despite the pain, those spikes were not like ordinary knives. He couldn't just let his flesh be cut open and rush through!

They seem to be completely embedded in the flesh; no matter how much the muscle struggles, they remain permanently fixed to that muscle.

As a result, he, a bloodthirsty species known for his self-healing abilities, was completely unable to utilize his strengths at this moment.

Even more tragically, as a bloodthirsty species directly transformed by Priss, his upper limit is only that of an apprentice.

In the three years since becoming a Bloodthirsty Seed, he has only mastered one characteristic: flesh and blood mutation.

However, the essence of flesh and blood alienation is not something that appears out of thin air, but rather requires the support of one's own flesh and blood.

But at this moment, his entire body was locked up, and most of his body tissues could no longer undergo mutation and expansion.

You could see the muscles in his back twitching constantly, and each time they were about to break through a certain limit, they would be accompanied by a spasm and then hold back.

Myron's tone was cold and smug: "I advise you to tell me sooner rather than later. You should know very well how many ways we tree spirits can make you wish you were dead."

A flicker of fear crossed Bain's eyes.

Just as Myron was about to press him further, he seemed to sense something.

"who!?"

He suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

Tree spirits are skilled in perception, and he sensed the fierce aura the moment it approached.

However, the speed was too fast, and the shadow had already rushed in front of him the instant he turned around.

call!

An incredibly fierce punch slammed directly into his chest.

"Wow, that's fast!"

But Myron was an expert after all, and he suddenly clenched his fist, taking a piece of black, iron-like wooden stick in his hand.

when!

A deafening metallic clang rang out as a brass-colored fist struck the dark chest.

The violent impact brought the attacking figure to a temporary halt, allowing Myron to finally see who it was.

He wore a black mask, had a muscular build, and a pair of golden vertical pupils that gleamed in the darkness.

"The Witcher?"

Upon seeing the other party's identity, Myron sneered, then waved his hand, sending countless spores flying.

He could clearly see that a large number of spores were sucked into this guy in an instant.

"You despicable bastard! Trying to double-cross someone without even realizing it might backfire?"

Then his left arm rapidly swelled up, forming a swollen tree trunk over two meters long, and swung down on him.

Ivan dodged quickly, and in the instant he retreated, he drew his gun and fired a shot into Ivan's thigh.

Bang!

The bullet easily pierced his thigh.

Myron didn't care at all, and with a cold snort, his thigh completely turned into a tree, and the previous wound was instantly covered and repaired by the growth of the tree.

As he healed, his body began to swell rapidly.

He was just over 1.8 meters tall a moment ago, but now he is over 2 meters tall, with a large number of branches and roots spreading out from his body.

At this moment, his form transformed into a true tree spirit.

Then those buds formed one after another pitch-black thorns, stabbing towards Evan from all directions.

Evan, his body now bronze, threw a punch.

Click!

The next scene surprised Ivan.

The opponent's dark wooden spikes actually pierced through his fist.

The copper-coated structure was easily broken through.

In that moment of stunned silence, other spikes appeared from all around, instantly creating more than a dozen holes in Evan's bronze-like body.

"This isn't wood—it's iron?"

The powerful perception granted by the Night Demon Potion allowed his eyes to instantly lock onto the pitch-black wooden stick in the opponent's hand.

"A magical artifact! This artifact can transform his tree structure into iron."

While Evan was pondering this, Myron was also somewhat surprised.

Because he saw that the other person's wounds were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The copperification of the Healing Church and the super self-healing of the Bloodthirsty Race —"

Myron sized up Ivan and commented sarcastically, "This combination of idiocy that even a normal person couldn't come up with, appearing in one person at the same time, seems to be another clueless idiot who came out of nowhere."

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he sarcastically analyzed, "This utterly chaotic combination of idiotic traits—"

"You're not that idiot who spends all day on Gooding Street tinkering with potions without any safety precautions, are you?"

Both the Copper-Transformed and Bloodthirsty types are characterized by their brute-force nature and reliance on numerical superiority. Their weaknesses are well-known within the community and are very easy to exploit.

Most people would only choose one; choosing both would make them easy targets!

Evan's heart skipped a beat: "Damn! How did this guy guess so accurately?"

Fortunately, his current copper-colored body structure shielded him from the sound of his heartbeat; otherwise, with Myron's perception abilities, he would have been able to identify him instantly.

Bane, who was lying on the ground, heard about Super Healing Touch and hurriedly said in a strained voice, "Sir, be careful! He has some kind of—"

He mistook Evan for a senior from another family faction who had come to rescue him.

Before he could finish speaking, the parasitic spores locked onto his throat.

Ivan's self-healing was complete, and he was just about to launch an attack.

Then they saw Myron suddenly grin sinisterly and snap his fingers.

"Idiot, I'm waiting for the spores to grow, what are you waiting for?"

In an instant, Myron saw the other person's body suddenly freeze, looking exactly like Bane's situation.

While Evan's body was frozen, Myron took out the second magical artifact, a harmonica carved from white bone.

He brought the harmonica to his lips and blew a note at Evan.

Waaah————

A low, hypnotic melody echoed in the air.

[Soul in slumber detected —]

The fog and its associated brain disease have prevented the soul from finding peace.

Just then, Myron, playing a lullaby, believed he had the victory in his grasp and instinctively lowered his guard.

Whoosh!

Just moments ago, Evan seemed to have been brought under control, but with his powerful explosive force, he was back in front of Myron in the blink of an eye.

Myron's eyes narrowed to the extreme as he played a lullaby.

"How is this possible?!"

Those parasitic spores bestowed by the gods have always been effective, so why is this one not under control?

He could clearly see that the guy had already been sucked in!

Instinctively, Myron quickly plastered a large amount of tree bark onto his head and chest, simultaneously activating his magical artifact to cause iron to form.

At the same time, the ironwood spikes around them retracted and pierced towards Evan.

Then----

Splat!

That terrifying fist easily shattered the thick iron-bound bark.

The bark that was just moments ago so strong now looked as if it had rotted away.

During the penetration process, a yellow liquid similar to human pus could be seen flowing out.

That incredibly sturdy ironwood structure is rotting from the inside out!

"ah!

With a scream, Myron's head was smashed open.

His instinctive reaction was to switch to escape mode.

Even with his head shattered, his body could be seen transforming into more than a dozen tree roots, attempting to spread into the ground.

It's like a snake whose heart has been removed, yet its body continues to react instinctively.

However, just as these tree roots were about to burrow into the ground, they suddenly found that they seemed to have lost some kind of ability.

The tree roots, which were just about to burrow into the ground and were very firm, suddenly softened.

Immediately afterwards, the grayish-white outer skin quickly peeled off and rotted, and the internal structure also turned black and twisted.

Then these tree roots, like diseased, withered branches, lay there twitching uncontrollably.

The expert-level tree spirit, Myron, died.

Evan looked at Myron's half-deformed corpse with a cold smile, thinking to himself.

"What am I waiting for?"

"I'm waiting for the virus in your body to break out."

After he inhaled those spores, the Mist Brain Plague directly devoured them, gaining a 0.3% progress boost.

Taking advantage of the moment before his body had fully hardened, he used the copper plague bullet to inject all the tree-specific pathogens into Myron's body.

The elm tree was blocked by wilt pathogens, its vascular system was clogged, Phytophthora root rot destroyed its root cells, Armillaria mellea rotted its woody fibers, and black rot fungus caused its bark to rot from the inside out.

For a tree spirit, this is a death sentence.

He then raised his hand and quickly collected all the remaining spores from the corpse.

[The misty encephalopathy has devoured the mutated root spores. +0.3%.]

[The misty encephalopathy has devoured the mutated root spores. +0.3%.]

[The misty encephalopathy has devoured the mutated root spores. +0.3%.]

This guy has a lot of mutated root spores in his body. In five or six seconds, the progress of the mist brain plague increased by 6.3%.

At this moment, Bain, lying on the ground, was completely dumbfounded.

He had absolutely no idea what was going on in the fight.

After the two exchanged blows several times, the expert-level tree spirit, who clearly held an absolute advantage, suddenly seemed to lose his ability to fight back as if he had gone mad, and was then inexplicably killed by his opponent with a single blow.

This mysterious person seemed completely unaffected by the terrifying trap he had encountered!

"What on earth happened? How did this guy do that?"

Bain looked completely bewildered.

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