Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

"(True Word) White Wolf."

Level 2 mantra illusion changes the appearance of things. Lin Bo transformed the alchemical corpse into the vivid appearance of the white wolf when it was alive.

The mage held down the corpse, sensed its body structure, and then adjusted the illusion so that the organs, bones, and flesh overlapped one by one.

The illusion veil formed a complete biological mold.

The hyphae were clearly guided, murmuring joyfully, and began to fill the illusion, differentiating into corresponding tissue cells in the damaged organs, and engulfing and decomposing lesions that did not conform to the illusion structure.

The holes on the white wolf's spine that were used for the prosthetic metal nerve bundles were also filled with mycelium, which expelled metal impurities from the body. The four brass wolf legs and the metal jaw fell off one by one.

Even the hyphae began to differentiate into legs, with the white threads gradually transforming into spindle-shaped muscle bundles, root-like neurons and blood vessels.

If the total amount of mycelium is not insufficient, it is entirely possible to regenerate broken limbs.

The combination of the omnipotent fungus and the mantra illusion was beyond Lin Bo's expectations.

The therapeutic effect is a bit too prominent.

He looked at the almost alive corpse of the white wolf in front of him, its hair, organs, and even appearance. Compared with the mimic mushrooms created by the fungal mat, the stupidity was completely gone, as if it would blink in the next second.

Lin Bo curiously wondered, if a mushroom "creature" was created entirely with illusion and mycelium, would it be able to move spontaneously?

So he tried it, took a ball of mycelium, recited the green parrot's real name, and when the mycelium was differentiated and shaped, he got a thing completely made of fungus.

It is alive and can flap its wings and blink its eyes.

Using the endoscopic method to examine the inside and outside, all the five internal organs and all biological structures were intact.

But the wizard knew that it was a mushroom, not a bird.

Because its real name is still mushroom.

The all-powerful fungus lacked a complete and clear biological consciousness to empower it with action and thinking. Therefore, after detaching from the fungal mat, it remained motionless.

Lin Bo covered the living mushroom with an illusion veil, and it began to move according to the illusion until it ran out of energy a moment later and fell back into the fungal mat to be decomposed and absorbed again.

The illusion that was originally shattered with a poke will still be shattered with a poke now that there are living mushrooms as the material carrier. However, the living mushrooms can accept the guidance of the illusion and perform more vivid behaviors, including attacking and defending, eating and digesting, etc.

The illusion is fake and the mushrooms are "dead", but the combination of the two is like a robot with an intelligent core, which is enough to produce real effects.

This is also one of the interesting discoveries on the road of studying magic miracles.

Lin Bo continued to study how to treat the alchemy beast's flesh and blood remains. With the guidance of the illusion, the operation went more smoothly. He needed to become more familiar with the operation and improve the plan. After all, repairing a corpse and treating a living body are two different concepts.

Chapter 88 Delicious Mushroom Powder

With the all-purpose bacteria as a universal tool, the surgery process was much more convenient than Lin Bo expected.

He rarely needs to use the mantra control technique, and mainly relies on illusion to guide the mycelium. Most of the remaining excision and repair work can be left to the mycelium.

The all-powerful fungi seem to be born with the ability to cooperate with illusions, which may be a manifestation of their mimicry function.

"(Gudore language) Mushrooms are so smart and powerful." Lin Bo exclaimed again and again.

The furry fungal blanket swayed as if in a gentle breeze, hearing the mage's whispers. Sometimes, their vivid and powerful postures made Lin Bo think that this large piece of fungal blanket was like the soft back of a giant white cat.

With the all-powerful bacteria, Lin Bo can also become a miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life and turn bones into flesh.

Of course, he only knew a limited number of real names, especially the real names of humans, so this surgery could only be performed on a few specific animals for the time being.

After being possessed and fused by mycelium, organisms regain full physiological functions and even gain slight enhancements, but this also means their lives are highly bound to the all-powerful fungus. The Fungus-Speaking Seagull is a case in point.

In addition to returning to the fungal mat for replenishment, it is probably also possible to obtain necessary nutrients through oral administration of mycelium.

When Lin Bo was reading "Mushroom Agronomy", it detailed how to achieve a symbiotic relationship between the wild animals and fungi around the mushroom garden.

This symbiotic relationship makes animals inseparable from mushrooms. Of course, the animals here can also include various humanoid races in the multiverse.

As an agricultural guide, "Mushroom Agriculture" still has some black humor.

After becoming proficient in the treatment process, Lin Bo disassembled a large number of prosthetic limbs from the alchemy beast's corpse.

These things take up a large area and are not conducive to his subsequent construction, so he has to find a way to get rid of them.

[Lighthouse Guest]: Open a trading channel

[Picking up trash makes me happy]: Okay

[Picking up garbage]: Wow, I just need samples from monkeys and elephants. Please wait a few days. After I reproduce the results in the data, I will still organize a detailed process and send it to you as usual.

[Lighthouse Guest]: Thank you for your hard work. You said it was a joint research, but I ended up reaping the benefits.

[Picking up trash]: We're all brothers, let's help each other. Don't forget, I still remember your kindness (wink)

Lin Bo said goodbye to the mushrooms, and the little king landed on his shoulders. He took off into the air and walked up the steep cliff to the surface. However, he did not rush back to the lighthouse, but went to the church instead.

There were few visitors in the church at this time of year, but the old priest was always there. He had not expected the night watchman to come so suddenly.

When the little king found him first, the old priest was wiping the window panes. He saw the white bird fly in through the gate, land on the bench and cackle twice, so he knew that an important visitor was coming.

"You are here." The old priest ran to the door to greet him.

Lin Bo didn't go in either, instead strolling and chatting with the old priest in the open space outside the church. He stated his purpose directly: he hoped to select honest and reliable merchants from the Tower Guard Order to go to Jinbei City to purchase a batch of whale processing scraps.

Previously, he had also asked merchants to collect information about the relics of the Poseidon Cult, as there were many places that required money.

When it comes to financial issues, the Tower Guard Order's organizational structure is still a bit loose, and there is no treasurer or bookkeeper specifically responsible for handling finances.

For many years, the old priest was solely responsible for recording and reporting church donations.

This money does not need to be handed over or taxed, and is mainly used to maintain church operations. However, the financial report must still clearly state the origin and destination of each donation.

Shita Town had never been wealthy. The old priest could collect a little extra from donations when he presided over weddings and funerals, but the rest of the time he had little income. Even though he made little money, many expenses were necessary and could not be saved.

Therefore, the Tower Guardians are also visibly poor.

The old priest suggested that the members of the order could be asked to make voluntary donations, and he believed that no one would refuse.

Lin Bo both agrees and disagrees with this. "Most of our members are elderly, from families with low status and financial difficulties. They should not be asked to donate property.

"It is also inappropriate to ask merchants and nobles for free contributions. If the order wants to develop, it needs its own source of income. The sheep may be shorn, but the rivers with springs will never run dry."

The Night Watch suggested that the old priest should borrow money from qualified members on behalf of the order to temporarily solve the urgent financial difficulties.

He took out a portion of mushroom MSG prepared in advance from his bag and asked the old priest to taste it.

These are made from non-toxic and harmless luminous mushrooms selected by Lin Bo, and the quantity is not large.

The old priest stretched out his hands, took the colored powder in the glass jar, opened the lid and poured a little into his palm. His old tongue touched it lightly, and a wonderful taste gradually spread.

Lin Bo could clearly see a smile slowly rising from the corner of his mouth, and his eyebrows were raised high.

The ingredients of mushroom MSG are not just monosodium glutamate. Its flavor composition is very complex, so it can create a rich sensory experience on the tip of the tongue.

The unpurified powder has a complex aroma from mushrooms, including the spiciness of spruce wood, the slight sourness of fermentation, a light nutty flavor, etc.

This wonderful fragrance can create a storm in the nasal cavity that sweeps through the nervous system and is deeply engraved in the mind, so that people can still recall the impression when they smell a similar scent many years later.

"Delicious. Even more delicious than cream of mussel soup." The old priest carefully licked the MSG from his palm. "Are you going to sell it? I'm afraid even the emperor himself would be fascinated by its flavor. It could fetch a price equal to gold."

Lin Bo smiled and said, "That depends on whether it can be served on the emperor's table."

"Perhaps the Viscount can help." The old priest said, "I will contact him."

"Is Viren Pearl still in Stonespire?"

"Yes. He was very devoted to the Order. He spent a great deal of time in the church during the day."

The night watchman asked the little king at his shoulder.

"(Gudorei) Little one, do you remember the human floating on the sea?"

The seagull nodded, indicating that it had a very good memory.

"(Gudorei) Go and find him for me."

Lin Bo took out the Mage's Face and put it on, then cast a spell on the little seagull and shared its vision.

The white bird rose into the sky, looking down at the tiny Stone Tower Town, wondering where the human being stranded at sea could go.

At this time, Viren Pearl was in the study of the manor, replying to the telegram from Hongdu.

The lady from the university had learned of his safe return, but she herself was temporarily ill due to the fear of the expedition and was unable to take the ship, so she invited Viscount Pearl to Hongdu for a banquet to meet again.

Pearl was reluctant to leave this land blessed by miracles. Going to Hongdu was nothing more than hanging out with a bunch of noble men and women, bragging about her near-death experiences, hearing a few exclamations, and witnessing a few tears.

He wrote a letter of refusal, sealed it with wax, handed it to the butler beside him, and asked again: "Should I go to the lighthouse?"

"Miracle has never refused your audience." The butler took the letter.

"But wouldn't it be too disrespectful to go there every day?"

"Your statement makes sense."

Tuk Tuk——

A white bird appeared outside the window and pecked at the glass.

"That's... the messenger of miracles, open the window quickly!" Pearl stood up from behind the table.

The butler put the little king into the study.

It fell on the table, among the scattered paper and ink.

The old priest outside the church heard the sound of wind and sand coming from under the miracle worker's mask.

In the study of the manor, a black trickle rose from the ink bottle on the table and fell on the blank letter paper. The flowing ink line outlined a short sentence: Willen Pearl, come to church.

Viscount Pearl carefully picked up the letter and looked at the butler who began to pray softly. "Prepare the carriages and horses, quickly!"

"As you wish." The butler hurried away.

Viscount Pearl looked at the bird on the table again, not knowing how to entertain this unexpected guest.

The little king flapped his wings, flew out of the window, leaving behind a few white feathers, and quickly disappeared into the dusk sky.

Stone Tower Town was a small place, and it took less than a quarter of an hour to get from the nobleman's manor to the church, with the coachman cracking his whip like thunder.

"Priest, I have been summoned. The Miracle Worker wants to see me?" Viscount Pearl got out of the car and ran away.

"It's getting late, and his holy trace has already left. If you're interested, you can go to the lighthouse to meet him." The old priest's words made Velen depressed, but he immediately added, "The Miracle Worker has additional instructions for you."

Viren raised his drooping brows again and took a glass jar from the old priest.

"Your Excellency, please listen to the situation the Order is facing. We need your efforts."