Chapter 140 140. Myconids’ abilities
“I’m not in the Yavanna Sacred Mine…”
Myconids repeated these words and seemed to have calmed down.
It said to Croya: "We were originally myconids living in the underground city of Mordax, but we were captured by the men of the abyss lord Zugmoi and transformed into this."
“Our dreams are treated by her as a prison that traps life. Anyone who eats us will fall into an endless painful nightmare.”
“Yes.” Loya recorded it and continued to ask: "Then you said that they will attack the main plane through the rift in the ethereal world. Is this news true?"
"Of course it is true!" Myconid again A little anxious: "You are a mage. You should know that existences in the lower plane need to adhere to the principle of equal exchange if they want to enter the main plane.
The Abyss Lord Zugmoy found a gap in the ethereal world .
The humans who died in our dreams will become soul energy for her to build a channel between planes.
Once the power is enough, she will come!" >
"Did she come to the main plane?"
Hearing this, Croya couldn't help but wonder: "The knowledge I learned tells me that almost no one in the etheric world can discover it. If she really has the etheric world, What main plane should she attack?”
“Can’t the endless magic power in the etheric realm satisfy her?”
Generally speaking, demons want to be in the main plane? Doing things is for the sake of the soul, or just to have fun.
But if she really has a crack in the etheric world and can get some magic power from it, someone will definitely come to trade with her.
That is absolutely pure magic power.
Once the purity of magic reaches a certain limit, the price will soar.
With the rift in the Ether Realm, she is equivalent to directly controlling a golden river. Why invade the main plane and fight to the death with the church and the Mage Association.
Forget it about the Mage Association. If those people from the church cannot be beaten, they will really ask for the power of the gods on the spot. It can be called a model of old age after beating the small ones.
The myconid sighed, and the sigh was very obvious.
"She learned from the prophecy of our god that there is such a rift, and this rift will only appear for a period of time.
That's why she is so eager to invade."
"She wants to spread spores and fungi to the main plane through the power of the etheric realm. If she really succeeds, the Yavanna Sacred Mine will become her territory on the main plane!
Then A mine... is originally a miracle of the Mother Goddess of the Earth.
It can resist the rejection of her by the main plane. As long as she can occupy it, she can integrate into the main plane forever. "
This is indeed an explosive news, which coincides with Croya's previous speculation.
The Mother Earth Goddess is indeed related to mining.
It seems that the "punishment" of those who were tortured is very likely to be related to the Mother Earth Goddess.
But he was getting more and more confused.
"How do you know so much? Are these things a recognized secret?"
Isn't this world a little too crazy for a mushroom man, or a randomly captured mushroom man, to know so much?
Its knowledge reserve and understanding of hidden knowledge are simply outrageous.
If the Celestial Spirit Body Engraving Technique hadn't been able to detect that it wasn't lying, Croya would have wondered if it was deliberately trying to trick him.
Myconid replied: "Because she occupies our dreams, we can also peek into some of her thoughts through dreams."
"That's it." Croya nodded. , which barely makes sense.
What the abyss lord invaded was originally the dreamland of the myconids. As the aborigines of the dreamland, it was indeed reasonable for them to be able to spy on some things.
Next, he asked for more details, including the situation inside the Yavanna Sacred Mine, their dreams, and how to rescue infected people.
According to it, this dream is entirely established in the spiritual consciousness network of the mycoid, and is spread through mycelium and special channels.
It was a blissful dream belonging to the mushroom people.
But it is still a dream after all. As long as people feel that it is a dream, they will instinctively resist and want to wake up. After all, the myconid's dream is not necessarily a dream for humans.
"So in the final analysis, it is still a very special kind of spiritual magic. Then... is it feasible for you to try this?"
Kloya took out the ancient grass fungus that King Mu Yaoqu Vine had long ago fetched, and planned to throw it away. Go into the crystal bottle and let the myconids experience it.
As a result, as soon as he took out the ancient grass fungus, the mushroom man's mental fluctuations came with an extremely shocking realization -
"How did you get this?"
Looking at its reaction, it is obvious that it recognizes the ancient grass fungus.
Kloya happened to be curious about what this thing was, so he continued to ask: "Do you know what it is?"
"Of course I know!"
Mushrooms The person said: "This is a special species created for us myconids by a mage who travels far away in the sea of stars. It is said to be blessed by the Mother Earth.
As long as we live in the environment where it grows, we You can enjoy the dream forever, but you won’t be addicted to it.”
“Then what happened, how did you lose it?”
"I heard from the elders in the clan that it was taken to a strange big ship by the king of the myconids at that time, and then disappeared." Mage, Mother Earth Goddess, big ship.
These can basically be connected in series.
No wonder the power of the Mother Earth was able to awaken these ancient grass fungi living on the seabed. It turns out that they were originally related to the Mother Earth.
The so-called big ship is probably the Kongyao Ark.
While Croya was thinking, the myconid said again:
"And...if you are willing to hand over this ancient pasture fungus to me, I can transfer it to it. In the body, I can break away from this bondage!"
"When I break away from the bondage, I am willing to help you take care of all the fungi and mushrooms you grow. We myconids have special planting methods."
Sounds good indeed, to gain the myconids' allegiance.
But Croya frowned and asked: "What about the original consciousness of the ancient grass fungus? Do you want to swallow it up?"
To be honest, Croya still has a good impression of the consciousness of those ancient grass fungi. These little things that look powerful but are actually pitiful can really arouse people's compassion.
“No, it won’t!” The myconid’s voice seemed to be more respectful, and it said quickly: “It will live with me, and I can take it around. I promise in name that everything I say is true!”
This kind of oath made to the gods of one’s own race is indeed effective, and it is quite effective.
Croya nodded, but did not act immediately. He extended his consciousness into the astral body of the ancient grass fungus and told it the matter.
In the end, this guy was even more excited than the myconid, so he immediately got up and wanted to rush into the crystal bottle.
Seeing this, Croya could only sigh helplessly.
Then he communicated with the mushroom man: "It also agreed, how are you going to leave here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the mushroom in the bottle was shaking violently. It started to tremble, began to wither from the inside out, and eventually turned into a puddle of gray, smelly water.
In the smelly water, there is a tiny spore that is almost invisible, floating gently in the bottle.
It transmitted a faint consciousness: "Please help me, I have torn the prison to pieces with my own soul."
"..." Croya reached out and used magic power to smash the bottle.
After watching the whole process, he was already sure that the myconid mushroom was completely dead. Even the astral body was gone. Wasn't it just completely dead?
So there is no need to worry too much.
With a "pop" sound, the green spores inside slowly flew to the ancient grass fungus, and finally integrated into it.
Through the astral body engraving technique, Croya can see that it is indeed not integrated with the consciousness of the ancient grass fungus, but has become an independent existence.
The mycelium belonging to the mycoid seems to want to grow, but it does not take away the magic power contained in the ancient pasture fungi, but instead tries its best to absorb the magic power emanating from the surroundings.
“Forget it, I will help you again.”
Seeing this, he waved his hand, and the Orpheus Swan Recorder tree on the side immediately surged out a magic power, entering Entering the body of the ancient grass fungus.
This magic power helped it grow rapidly, and soon a brand new, emerald green mushroom was born. On its cap, it held a small grass and shook gently.
That is the ancient grass fungus.
They should now have a symbiotic and mutually beneficial relationship.
It should be said that myconids are indeed quite cute. They look like soft and cute mushrooms that can walk. No wonder they have played supporting roles in various stories. Role.
They are usually friendly mushrooms that help the protagonist overcome difficulties.
“What can you do?” Croya reached out and grabbed the myconid and looked up and down carefully.
He found that the body of this myconid was made of complex mycelium, and it seemed that it was deliberately formed this way.
“Aren’t you thinking about how to solve these dreams?”
The myconid actually made a sound.
Its two small hands grabbed the surrounding air a few times, and extremely fine spore dust was sprayed. Then, the air was actually made into a physical object by it.
“These are made by me using the magic power emitted by ancient grass fungi. As long as the troubled people breathe in this air, they will wake up quickly.”
Chloe He took the ball of air and held it in his hand for inspection.
This is using spore dust to form a shell, wrapping the air inside, and it looks dirty.
He put the thing aside and continued to ask: "Are there any other abilities?"
"I can help you take care of all the fungi."
< br>“I can quickly learn to prepare alchemical potions.”
“By the way, I can also help you create a dream. As long as there are my spores, you can communicate with anyone at will.”< br>
"Is it okay no matter how far the distance is?" Croya's heart moved slightly.
If he really had this ability, would he be able to establish a communication network? In such an era...
The value of it is simply inestimable.
(End of this chapter)