Mushroom Lord in the Underground City

Chapter 493 - 483: Unauthorized Possession

On the pothole-filled road, a convoy of twelve transport vehicles from the Demon Race struggles to move forward.

Each vehicle is drawn by four evil-horned rhinos, loaded with demon crystals and various potions needed at the front line.

"Damn! This road is harder to navigate than a swamp full of slugs!" A lizardman soldier kicked the wheel furiously, splattering mud all over his boots.

He pointed at the road’s dense potholes and complained, "Those fools at the front line, fighting a battle is fine, but they don’t have to destroy the entire road. Do they not understand the importance of roads?"

Another Demon Race soldier glanced at his companion, "Why rush? It’s not necessarily a bad thing to arrive late. They’re currently attacking the city over there, who knows how fierce it is? With our skills, it’s hard to say how much credit we can get, but the chance of dying for nothing isn’t small!"

"Afraid of battle? You want to be fed to the evil-horned rhinos?" A voice suddenly emerged from behind, startling the two demons.

"B-Beimon, sir, I didn’t mean that..."

"Hmph." Beimon, dressed in dark red armor, coldly glanced at them, the pressure of a diamond-level Blood Race made the two low-tier demons shiver.

After scolding his subordinates, Beimon turned his gaze to the winding road.

Though unwilling to admit it, what the cowardly lizards said was true. The front line’s disregard for the logistics route is indeed infuriating.

The convoy struggled to move forward on the uneven road, its speed reduced by a full third from the planned pace.

At this rate, there’s no way to reach the front line within the stipulated time.

The thought of the quartermaster’s harsh face and possible punishment left Beimon in a foul mood.

"Looks like we’ll have to compress the rest time..." He quietly calculated how to adjust the schedule.

Just then, turmoil suddenly erupted at the rear of the convoy.

Beimon’s face darkened, a vicious look flashed in his crimson pupils.

Already delayed, if any insensible subordinates dare to cause trouble now, he wouldn’t mind killing one to set an example.

But as Beimon hurried to the tail of the convoy, the sight before him surprised him.

A seemingly frail black-haired woman stood in the middle of the road, at her feet lay the bodies of two Demon Race soldiers.

Her thin dress soaked in blood, her pale face splattered with blood, she stepped on the twisted bodies of the soldiers one foot after another.

Beimon’s first reaction was not anger but confusion—how did she manage it?

Whether one is battle-hardened can be seen from their actions, yet this woman showed no sign of armor, and wielded no weapon, her movements had an awkward stiffness, clearly she was an ordinary person untrained in combat.

Beimon didn’t understand how she killed his two men.

Since he couldn’t see through her, he decided to probe further.

"What are you all standing around for?" His icy gaze swept over the hesitant soldiers, "Kill her."

"Sir Beimon, but..."

"Go!" An icy, irresistible command.

Four soldiers were forced to comply. They exchanged glances, quickly spreading out to form an encircling stance.

The demon raised his curved saber from the left, the lizardman swung his long tail from the right, while the other two held spears approaching head-on.

As they launched their attack, the blade, tail, and spear cut off all paths of retreat from four directions.

The woman fought back chaotically, like a frenzied beast, unflinching against the four soldiers’ assault.

Simply swinging her fists in the most primitive manner, she smashed them to death one by one.

Despite her seemingly thin fists, they packed immense speed and power, swiftly felling four demons into pools of blood.

However, a spear was also deeply embedded in her abdomen.

As the woman violently pulled the spear out, blood gushed forth, dyeing her tattered dress even redder.

"Demons...destroy...you..."

This frenzied, near self-destructive fighting style made even the battle-hardened Demon Race soldiers involuntarily step back half a pace.

But Beimon relaxed his frown.

"Exactly as expected." His crimson eyes flashed with understanding.

This woman indeed possessed astonishing power, yet her fighting style relied entirely on instinct.

His initial judgment wasn’t wrong; she was simply an ordinary person without formal training.

What truly intrigued Beimon was what power could cause such a transformation in an ordinary human woman?

Could it be some forbidden magic, or the effect of a new type of alchemy potion?

Even if this power seemed to erode sanity, its exhibited potential was already enticing enough.

If he could find relevant clues, he wouldn’t have to worry about the convoy delay, and might even gain considerable credit.

"Unfortunately, looking at you, it seems unlikely to extract any useful information." Beimon slowly moved forward, the surrounding soldiers automatically making way for him, "Then we can only find clues from your corpse..."

He elegantly raised his right hand, red-black blood droplets seeped from his fingertips.

The blood droplets didn’t fall but instead hovered in mid-air, swiftly expanding into a flowing blood mist.

"Blood Manipulation·Toxic Blood Armor."

The blood enveloped his body surface, forming a constantly flowing red-black armor, emitting a pungent, acidic smell, wherever it passed, plants and trees were corroded.

The corrosive toxin within Beimon’s blood made this armor, condensed from his blood, both the most solid shield and the deadliest weapon.

While the woman, consumed by her frenzy, as expected, did not perceive the danger within, lunging straight at him.

The first punch landed on Beimon’s forearms, he even heard the sound of his bones cracking.

"Such power, but..."

The second punch, Beimon’s chest bones collapsed, the surface poison blood was dispersed by the enormous impact.

"Strength and speed have enhanced again? Wait...wait!"

Beimon’s shock was stifled by the third punch, his jaw shattered, his neck spun several times, crashed into a supply vehicle, numerous broken potions streamed down the sides.

The woman’s right hand sizzled from corrosion, even exposing parts of the bone.

Yet she seemed unfazed, roared as she pounced towards the other demons.

...

The commotion of the Demon Race convoy caught Lin Jun’s attention.

What is it? A monster from the mist?

He originally planned to study the mist on the West Bank after the Three Mountains City battle was over, but unexpectedly, something like this emerged from the mist?

Lin Jun split his focus to command the battle while pulling up the panel for this creature moving east after eliminating the supply team.

On the battlefield, at some moment, Puki’s movements stiffened briefly, causing the opposing demon Race to seize the opportunity and eliminate a few before abruptly returning to normal.

But Lin Jun was no longer concerned about this small loss.

[Status: Guidance, Wrath]

[Wrath of Seven Sins: Meteoric Power (Illegal Possession)]

Wrath, one of the seven deadly sins?

Lin Jun didn’t expect to suddenly encounter another sin apart from himself.

However, judging by this creature’s appearance, has it lost its mind?

In Lin Jun’s view, this thing called Lucia’s three-dimensional attributes were skyrocketing at a staggering rate, seemingly limitless.

But that wasn’t what concerned him the most.

What the hell is illegal possession, is this thing even categorized as legal or not?

What is guidance?

Moreover, the direction it’s moving in... is it heading towards Three Mountains City?