Mushroom Lord in the Underground City

Chapter 456 - 447: You Will Die

With Inanna’s stiff dance moves swaying left and right like an ancient shaman, Pukis emerged from the fungal mat beneath her feet at an astonishing speed.

Most of the Northern Soldiers, originally in the valley, just watched this unprecedented scene in amazement, whispering among themselves.

But the Puki Masters were almost dumbfounded!

As "professionals," they knew very well the length of Puki’s birth cycle; even with accelerated fertilization using corpses, it would be impossible to achieve such speed!

While everyone else remained in a stupor, it was the adjutant who first came to his senses.

He excitedly began organizing manpower, guiding the newborn Pukis, attempting to establish a mental connection with them to incorporate them under the Puki Masters’ command.

Alama, who took in everything, had only a giant question mark swirling in his mind: Is this reasonable?!

"Maybe... it’s similar to natural magic?" Lorenzo rubbed his chin, trying to find an explanation from his knowledge base that made sense.

But the two exchanged glances, still a bit worried.

As Dukes, they naturally knew some guesses about Puki, but in the face of the Demon Race’s pressure, these hidden dangers were also overlooked.

They exchanged glances again, however, allowing Inanna to raise a few Pukis as pets in the safe Duke’s Mansion was an entirely different matter than this obviously bizarre "accelerated ritual" seemingly connected closely with some unknown power!

Alama pulled Inanna’s adjutant aside, lowered his voice, and questioned what was going on, but the adjutant was also confused and innocent.

"Perhaps... it’s Miss Inanna’s undiscovered ’talent’?" The adjutant scratched his head, guessing uncertainly.

"Talent?" Alama furrowed his brows even tighter.

"Even before we arrived, we didn’t know Miss could command the Storm Elemental Spirits!" The adjutant tried to make his explanation more persuasive. "These... these might all be Miss Inanna’s talents that she didn’t have a chance to display before."

The adjutant thought that compared to commanding thousands of Storm Elemental Spirits, accelerating Puki production seemed not too ridiculous.

But after he finished speaking, Alama felt more overwhelmed: "Wait! Are you saying those Storm Elemental Spirits outside weren’t drawn here by your tactics, but brought by Inanna?"

When they discovered the situation outside the valley, the battle had already begun, and they always thought the reinforcement troops had used some clever tactics to direct the disaster onto the Demon Race. As it turned out, this was their daughter’s handiwork again?!

He turned to Lorenzo: "Can an Elemental Spirit’s favor achieve this degree?"

Lorenzo thought for a moment and shook his head.

This skill was documented in history, but it didn’t mention being able to achieve this level.

The adjutant was unaware of the Elemental Spirit’s favor, but he boldly stated his opinion: "My lord, forgive my bluntness! I think this is all Miss Inanna’s talent, which was simply... too well protected before, without an opportunity to demonstrate. She’s actually a genius who can bring victory!"

Watching the adjutant become more excited, his eyes gleaming, Alama opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words to describe his complex feelings at that moment.

But as a spectator, Lorenzo saw more clearly. He patted his old friend’s tense shoulder, comforting him: "Alright, Alama, this isn’t a bad thing. At least it can increase our combat strength. I think this young man’s saying something sensible; you did wrap your niece too tightly before, keeping her at the Duke’s Mansion all day. Look at my two boys, they’ve been sent out for training long ago."

Alama: ...

...

Lin Jun actually was quite restrained.

The current batch being continuously produced were merely cannon fodder distributed to Puki Masters for replenishing losses.

If he really unleashed, he could make Pukis pop out like dumplings, "pop pop pop," jumping out in batches.

To avoid scaring those in the valley who had never seen such a spectacle, he deliberately reduced production efficiency, slowed the birth pace.

The Pink Puki had to work a little harder and jump a bit longer.

Moreover, what Lin Jun was doing behind the scenes went far beyond just replenishing Pukis.

Thanks to the accurate intelligence provided by the agent Little Xi, he clearly knew the Demon Race army, which had just experienced a fierce battle, needed rest, but there was only one day left for Dragon Roar Valley.

Tomorrow night, Sigmund would launch another attack. Considering the existing defensive power in the valley, it would likely be a tough battle; it was unsure whether they could hold out.

Thus, while everyone’s attention was drawn to Inanna’s peculiar dance and the newborn Pukis, Lin Jun was fully driving the mycelium to spread underground and on the cliffs.

Time might not suffice to cover the entire interior of the canyon, but merely coating the ground and rock walls in the narrow passage area was a piece of cake for him.

So, before everyone’s eyes, accompanied by their pink-haired commander’s relentless jumping, the fungal mat spread visibly, engulfing the land and stone walls at the valley entrance...

...

Three moons of different colors hung high in the night sky, their cold brilliance reflecting off the freshly prepared Demon Race army’s armor, shining with points of chilling light. After a day’s rest, this army had regained its sharpness, ready to launch the final assault on Dragon Roar Valley at any given command.

Amid the pre-battle solemn atmosphere, Sigmund stood at the forefront, uncharacteristically initiating a dialogue with the roommate in his mind: "Speaking of which, you were probably a Puki Master before, right?"

Unexpectedly, the roommate’s reply carried an unprecedented eerie chill, as if seeping from the crevice of the abyss: "You... want to investigate my origins?"

Sigmund paused momentarily: "Just seeing those Pukis on yesterday’s battlefield, it inevitably prompted some association."

"Listen to me, Little Xi," the roommate’s tone recovered slightly, "my identity is a super, super big secret; those who know it don’t meet good ends. You must know, now that we share this body, we’re in the same boat. Although there are some small friction occasionally, ultimately, I’m on your side."

"A huge secret..." Sigmund resisted the urge to roll his eyes, thinking the roommate was still afraid that knowing his identity through previous relationships would leverage him. "And if I insist on exploring?"

"You will die." No anger, no threatening tone, just three plain words, yet Sigmund felt clearly that the roommate was serious.

"Even if it means mutual destruction?" He probed further.

The voice in his mind went completely silent, offering no further response.

"I understand."

After the brief mental conversation, Sigmund raised his arm: "All troops, at my command—enter the valley!"

Ten minutes later, leading the spearheading troops, Sigmund witnessed a bizarre scene.

Originally supposed to be strewn with rocks and defensive structures, the entrance was now entirely covered by fungal mat. On the mat, clusters of glowing mushrooms grew like weeds, emitting faint, various hues of light, intertwining to illuminate the entire entrance like an illusory dreamscape.

The sight made Sigmund almost order a retreat to confirm whether he had taken the wrong path, but it was clear Dragon Roar Valley had no diverging paths.

It wasn’t like this just a day ago?!