Mushroom Lord in the Underground City

Chapter 711: Chapter 700: Contact

Does the Level 10 Flaming Dragon Breath actually change color?

Or did Dean initiate some kind of self-destructive secret technique, overlaying dragon breaths to achieve this effect?

But with my Flame Resistance Level 10, could he even pose a threat?

Marshal Puki raised his four thick tentacles high, which stretched into four arcs poised to strike, and then smashed down fiercely at that tiny figure, each blow enough to pulverize boulders into dust.

A miss.

Dean shattered the earth underfoot, his form vanishing amidst the rubble and dust, only to leap to the unguarded Marshal Puki whose mushroom cap was left exposed.

Cobalt flames burned at the forefront of his fist.

Just one punch.

Half of Marshal Puki’s mushroom cap vanished in the flames, while the burning edges restrained a significant portion of the regenerative power.

It was only then that the four missed tentacles arrived late.

Dean swung his fists left and right, the fire fists leaving the tentacles to explode into ash drifting down.

"Chief!"

This scene entered the eyes of the Demon Race like Feng Yi; they nearly forgot about their own battles, feeling their blood surge to the head. Just a few more punches, a few more, and that cursed giant Puki would be completely finished!

"Stay away from the boss!"

A furious shout tore through the battlefield.

Louisa charged in from the flank, braving heat waves searing the air, grasping the greatsword firmly with both hands for a horizontal swing.

The stance resembled more the swing of a massive shield rather than a sword, as if she aimed to swat Dean away like a fly.

Dean swung back with a counter punch.

Just as the fist and sword were about to collide, Louisa’s scarlet eyes suddenly turned pale.

[Petrification Beam]

Two gray-white beams shot forth from her eyes, striking right at Dean’s swinging arm.

The portion of skin covered in demon patterns swiftly transformed to a rocky gray-white, freezing joint movement instantly. Dean frowned and shook forcefully, shattering the petrification as rubble cascaded down.

But this momentary stiffness was enough.

The greatsword struck him with a whistling wind.

Dean, like a stone hit away, flew sideways, gouging a deep trench tens of meters long on the ground, finally crashing into a heap of Puki wreckage, raising dust all around.

At the cost of burning through the ninth Water of Life, Little Pig was able to recover from scorch wounds.

However, upon landing, the Dean who should have been swatted away charged forth, enveloped in blue flames, and grasped her head.

The facial blood crystal melted bit by bit, threatening to burn her alive.

Little Pig swung the sword on the horizontal, only to be blocked single-handedly by Dean.

The other hand did not protect his head but stretched a finger out, using blood to forge several blood line flowers between them, unpredictably slicing apart!

Dean suffered cuts on his chest and wrist, but did not release his grip.

Little Pig was much worse off, her battle armor’s blood crystal nearly melted away, this attack directly turning her body into a patchwork of wounds.

Thankfully, Lin Jun rescued her promptly, and the regenerated tentacles slammed down.

Dean dodged, leaving the tentacle to merely embed Little Pig in the ground.

The status panel remained; it was not a significant issue, just temporarily knocked out.

The giant Marshal Puki with a still missing corner of his mushroom cap turned towards Dean.

Now, it was a fair 1V1!

Naturally, Lin Jun advocated for fair duels, rather than ordinary Pukis approaching such flames.

Truth be told, Dean’s strength after becoming super blue indeed exceeded Lin Jun’s expectations, the pay-to-win Little Pig couldn’t even hold her ground briefly.

However, it was not a significant issue.

At this moment, Dean in the blue flames had his skin completely incinerated, most of his flesh turned to fuel, with only the demon patterns remaining intact as before.

His speed slowed considerably, yet he still charged determined, unwaveringly at Marshal Puki.

The four mycelium tentacles swept from the front in a row.

Dean punched one by one, each fist obliterating the tentacle upon contact.

Without Louisa’s interference, this time Dean would no longer allow the giant Puki time to regenerate.

However, after smashing three tentacles consecutively, his raised right fist suddenly lost sensation and fell heavily.

The next moment, Dean was struck by the last giant tentacle, sent flying into a nearby hill.

"Chief? What’s going on?" Feng Yi glanced anxiously at Dean’s direction, perplexed by the sudden flung-away leader.

He wanted to help, but now stuck among Pukis, even their survival was uncertain, let alone intervening in the decisive battle.

Puh—ji—

Marshall Puki’s tentacles slowly regenerated against the blue flames.

"What now? Weren’t you here to burn me clean?"

Dean supported himself against the wall, rising from the rubble, the blue flames gradually extinguishing, exposing his badly broken body beneath.

Dean could no longer sense his right hand or left leg, but he knew it was not caused by blue flame self-immolation.

Poisoned?

No, in his burning state, he should be immune to toxins.

Then why?

Marshall Puki’s tentacle gently nudged Dean, at which the disappearance of sensation from his right leg caused him to collapse shakily.

Dean’s mind still pondered whether it was a curse or toxin, but could not think of a matching ability for the present scene.

[Soul Touch]

Each contact with Marshal Puki represented mutual soul erosion.

Even with Dean’s strength, his soul lacked special protection.

Over time, seven or eight contacts had rendered his body uncontrollable.

A few more pawings after which, the speech Puki slithered over to the nearly immobile Dean: "How about surrendering? The Fungus Castle’s enemy is the Empire, there’s no need for your Demon Race to be annihilated just because of that Vampire, right?"

Dean eyed the vocal Puki warily: "Are you suggesting letting those mycelium crawl all over, turning the whole race into your slaves? Heh..."

"You simply haven’t realized the benefit of mycelium, it’s fine, I’m generous and willing to give you time to experience." With that, the giant Puki squeezed its mushroom cap, dropping spores.

Then, tentacles approached Dean, intending to stash him away first.

"No way!" a furious shout echoed from the battlefield’s far end.

A golden arrow shaft traversed the battlefield in an instant, piercing Dean’s arm, then stringing along the Demon Race leader, soaring skyward.

Feng Yi, the one behind the arrow, had his bowstring snap, disabling him from battle any longer, soon overwhelmed with the few remaining Demon Race elites by the Pukis.

Even with aerospace capabilities?

Watching the arrow already vanished in the sky, Lin Jun felt somewhat unbalanced.

Everyone truly carried special skills!

But that was good, the spores were already parasitic, even if released, it wouldn’t pose trouble again.

He reached into the pit with tentacles, pulling out Little Pig who’d mostly recovered thanks to the Water of Life.

"No more sleep, get to work, capture Dragon Horn Castle!"

"Dispatch people southwards, see if they can find Dean back."

Then, Marshal Puki leaped from the giant Puki, finding Feng Yi already unconscious and captured, stomping twice firmly.

Each and every one held prejudice against mycelium.

What’s wrong with being parasitic? Look at the Mushroom Race now, they’re living quite well!

Truly!

...

One day later, Dragon Horn Castle fell.

Not long past, Norris joined in, as their army continued southward, swallowing territories of both dukes.

Duke Levi sandwiched between dwarves and Pukis, was immensely terrified, even preparing to flee any moment.

Meanwhile, Dean, having been flown far away after being strung along, landed before Gray, still striving towards Dragon Horn Castle.

"Lea...der?!" Gray hastened to check the injuries, only to be horrified discovering signs of mycelium on Dean.