Mushroom Lord in the Underground City-Chapter 310 - 302: Unlucky Gray

"What is this? What is this!? Aren’t you going to explain?"

The special book page formed by the soul of the Vampire Count naturally caught Lin Jun’s attention first. At this moment, Puki was flipping it back and forth to examine it.

The Yellow-covered Book behaved quite obediently, without the slightest intention of evading the question.

[Boss, get some blood, and I can demonstrate it for you]

Soon, a bit of Puki’s blood was brought over.

On the book page, the pale golden border lit up, and the blood was manipulated to fly out, instantly transforming into countless micro blood blades, the same technique Yuni’er had used on the battlefield!

The blood blades swept towards the rocky wall opposite like a storm, producing a harsh scraping sound, instantly making the hard rock full of holes!

Afterwards, the blood blades scattered powerlessly, spilling onto the ground.

The edge of the book page, the pale golden border, dimmed by a quarter.

Lin Jun understood: "So, it’s just a consumable that can unleash four Palace Level attacks?"

[That’s right]

"So weak..."

[Boss! I’m just a poor book; this is already a rare life-saving means!] 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"True that."

Could there be other hidden abilities?

Perhaps yes, perhaps no, Lin Jun couldn’t give it a lie detector test.

But since the Yellow-covered Book took the initiative to demonstrate and had just helped Louisa advance, making a great contribution, Lin Jun didn’t dig deeper or even tear the page apart.

The living Yuni’er wasn’t considered a threat, and the soul-turned-book page posed even less of a threat after death.

As for the Yellow-covered Book, at most now it was scheming how to escape control and wouldn’t have the chance to take over the core like before.

If the Yellow-covered Book really ran away one day, it wouldn’t be a problem, as long as I can extract enough value from it before then!

Just like today!

"By the way," Lin Jun shifted the conversation, "your sin has not been fully atoned yet!"

[Boss! You said it could stay!]

The remaining two pages of the Yellow-covered Book tightly adhered to the hardcover, afraid of being torn.

"You can keep the pages, I’m talking about your role as armor!"

...

Lin Jun put the Yellow-covered Book back on Jida, except this time, it was no longer on the chest but fixed on the left arm, acting as a shield.

Now, facing ranged attacks, Jida had both a Magic Shield and the Yellow-covered Book as dual protection.

Facing melee attacks, the main defense of Jida... was still the Yellow-covered Book.

[Isn’t this... going to take more hits?!]

"This is for your own good too."

[?]

"Take more hits, complete atonement sooner, and you’ll gain freedom sooner too! Don’t you understand this!"

There was a moment of silence.

[Boss... You are quite right]

Norris on the side said nothing, but it was clear he quite liked fighting alongside the Yellow-covered Book!

...

Little Pig slept for a full three days, and upon waking, the first order of business was to test her strength.

[Blood Manipulation Level 9]

This Blood Race’s standard skill showed very different styles in different users’ hands.

Little Pig’s piercing blood lines, Yuni’er’s Petal Blade Storm, and even Puki’s rough control all had their own characteristics.

However, now, Little Pig’s style subtly included a trace of Yuni’er’s mark!

The originally pure blood lines had now become numerous simple yet clear petal outlines sketched out by the blood lines.

It’s hard to say if it’s stronger or weaker, but why does it look like a fusion?

If Lin Jun hadn’t clearly seen the Yellow-covered Book devour Yuni’er’s soul, he’d almost suspect this ritual was an evil method forcibly blending two souls.

Another point was Little Pig’s level, suddenly jumping from Level 50 to Level 53, a leap of three levels!

If the ritual wasn’t so high-risk, could one swiftly reach full level by crazily consuming kin?

What an evil ritual it is!

Luckily it only harms the Blood Race, Puki doesn’t care!

The final change was the mycelium.

The situation of mycelium proliferation to repair the body was not rare, just that others’ proliferation was not as crazy as Little Pig’s this time.

Moreover, the mycelium would be gradually replaced by new blood tissue after repair, returning to balance.

But the mycelium on Louisa’s body, after completing the task, stubbornly remained!

At this moment, the coverage traces of the mycelium on her body surface had increased nearly double before the ritual.

The grayish-white lines winding on the pale skin were denser and more conspicuous!

The remaining pale beauty was completely destroyed by the additional mycelium.

If this blood-stealing ritual were performed a few more times, would Little Pig be completely replaced by a mycelium person?

Ship of Theseus?

Even Lin Jun found it a bit absurd, but Little Pig herself didn’t care at all.

The "downgrade" of her appearance was not worth mentioning in her eyes; she was fully focused on testing these mutations.

Whether it’s the Blood Blade born from fusion or the more active mycelium within, she was testing what new possibilities they could bring to her strength!

Power is what she pursues!

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It was still the Demon Race castle standing on the hilltop.

Even at night, the sounds of weapon clashes and shouts in the training ground never ceased, just missing a few figures.

A bat appeared from the night sky, diving straight down!

A Demon Mage on watch immediately ascended to intercept.

He didn’t directly activate the castle’s defense magic; after all, the visitor was clearly of the Blood Race, but even so, the Blood Race should visit through the main entrance rather than barging in so rudely!

However, the visitor apparently had no intention of giving the Demon Race any face. With a casual flap of its bat wings, a frenzy of air currents burst forth!

The Demon Mage got swept up like a leaf in a storm, losing control, tumbling non-stop, and was soon about to crash into the heavy stone wall at a high speed!

A big hand caught the scruff of his neck, changing his fate.

With a leap, the Demon Race chief tossed aside the still-frightened clansman, looking at the hovering bat: "Visarius, such a dignified Prince, venting anger on juniors, isn’t that beneath you?"

The bat landed, black mist swirling, transforming into an exceedingly handsome yet gloomy-faced man: "Dean! Yuni’er is dead! I can feel it!"

"Oh." The reaction of Dean, the Demon Race chief, was indifferent.

"The result of your wrong information... aren’t you going to give me an explanation?!" Prince Visarius took a step forward, and although his figure was not as tall and majestic as Dean’s, the coldly oppressive aura surrounding him was not inferior, making the air thick with tension.

"Explanation?" Dean’s mouth pulled an emotionless curve, "I lost a Palace Level elite on my side too! You selfishly sent others in here for that bit of blood, and now something goes wrong, and you want to blame me?"

"Isn’t there still one left?" Visarius’s voice was chillingly cold, "That one called Gray, randomly teleported and supposed to have crawled out from the Dragon Cliff Dungeon! Where is he?"

Dean’s eyes narrowed slightly. Gray’s survival wasn’t a secret, but not many knew the details so thoroughly.

This Old Bat, did he play spy to infiltrate right next to him?

"Where is he?!" Visarius demanded again.

"In the dungeon, locked up!" Dean’s voice was low and heavy.

"I want to take him!" Visarius moved to go, but Dean’s body firmly blocked his way.

Dean could roughly guess that Visarius wanted to use Gray to perform some tracking method, but knowing the nature of vampire secret techniques, Gray would probably not have much left after being used.

"How he is handled is our Demon Race’s internal matter, no need for the Prince to concern himself."

The conversation reached an impasse, both of their auras kept rising, seemingly ready to clash any second.

A Demon Guard on the side gritted his teeth to raise his weapon, but found his arms heavy as lead, cold sweat dripping down his back.

Suddenly, that suffocating pressure receded, and the guard could finally lift his weapon again, while on the opposite side, Prince Visarius just casually adjusted his luxurious attire.

Little friction among subordinates is one thing, but the king wouldn’t likely sit by and watch a fight erupt between a Prince and a Duke.

In other words, "small friction" was acceptable...

Visarius’s blood-red eyes took one last look at Dean, then turned and transformed into a bat, disappearing into the night sky.

Dean stood where he was, chest heaving once, before turning and striding towards the dungeon.

If he didn’t give Gray a good beating, his anger couldn’t be quelled! (Sorry for being late)