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At this moment, in the basement of Flower Castle, the King reached out and touched a fresh flower in a basin.
This flower was somewhat similar to the Nether Spirit Flower, though it was clearly much smaller.
As the King stroked the flower, he told it about the situation outside.
In truth, there was no use in telling this flower about the kingdom's circumstances.
This strange flower would only help the King change bodies; it would not arrange troops for him or anything like that.
The reason the King told the flower about this was entirely because he had seen petals that only he could see.
In the King's mind, the enemy was also making use of the same type of strange power.
Those were exactly what the flower needed.
The flower the King had first obtained had merely been a seed with a strange ability. He had raised this strange flower bit by bit until it had grown this large, adding many strange abilities to it.
Every time he added a strange ability, the flower devoured one of its own kind.
Over the years, the King had seen far too much. He knew very well what the strange flower before him needed.
Sure enough, when he mentioned that the enemy had arrived by stepping on flower petals, and that the troops stepping on those petals could use them to turn invisible and hide within them—
Although he did not know how it worked, it immediately drew the flower's attention.
The flower slowly trembled, and then its half-open bloom fully blossomed.
The King had worked with this flower for many years and already knew what to do. He took out a Silver Dagger and cut across his palm.
Blood dripped onto