708. Not Called Swergis

Linden felt that next time, he ought to give himself a Mushcar Award.

Just look at that string of lifelike performances. He had completely fooled this Green Dragon.

However, a giant dragon was not a sparrow, after all. It was not that easy to catch.

Right before he was about to be stuffed inside, he actually managed to spray out dark-green Dragon Breath.

Fortunately, a creature like a Puji, almost purely driven by magic, was not afraid of so-called deadly poison. If it had been a Red Dragon instead, he really would have broken free.

This dragon's strength was clearly inferior to that Red Dragon that had come knocking back then.

Even so, the Giant Puji had only barely managed to bind him. After forcibly stuffing him into its stomach, it relied on the high concentration of Hallucinogenic Spores inside to temporarily quiet him down.

This place was still far from the Fungal Fortress. Transporting him back would take quite some time.

To prevent the highly resistant Green Dragon from waking halfway and struggling again, Linden had no choice but to process him a little.

Thud—!

A distant muffled boom rang out. On the streets of the Fungal Fortress, some Fungal Citizens looked in the direction of the sound, but even more ignored it.

They had heard enough commotions like this recently. Though it was a little noisy, it actually only appeared during a certain period of the day, so it was not a big problem.

The Fungal Citizens had heard that some new weapon was being tested. Most of them figured it was probably some new kind of Resonance Cannon.

South of the Fungal Fortress, Little Black finally managed to dig herself out of a pit. Ignoring the injury that had left her head broken and bleeding, she began