On this battlefield, where the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse, no one had expected that this was not the final outcome. This...
Had only just begun!
"Those yellow fumes... are they poisonous?" Alva asked uncertainly.
Just a few seconds later, after the warriors of the Allied Tribes peeled the yellow slime from their faces, their own features were revealed.
Their complexions showed no abnormalities whatsoever. Even they themselves were surprised that they felt no physical discomfort.
These... were merely slime?
They were not toxic.
Everyone, including White Armor, breathed a sigh of relief.
No one wanted a large toxic miasma zone to appear here. It would directly affect the living environment of the tribes on the grasslands.
"What are these things on the ground, mushrooms?"
Having confirmed that there was no poison, everyone visibly relaxed.
After someone tore the dried yellow fungal fluid from his face, he took a step forward. Feeling the slippery sensation beneath his foot, he lowered his head in surprise.
But at that very instant, his pupils suddenly contracted, and immense terror swallowed his heart.
"These mushrooms are alive!!"
Amid his shrill cry, the fungi rapidly growing from the ground shot onto his body in an instant. Upon coming into contact with the yellow slime that had yet to be scraped away, they seemed to undergo a chemical reaction.
In an instant, yellow Spore Clusters swelled and spread, directly covering his entire body.
His final trace of sound was cut off by the Spore Cluster. The man froze in the midst of struggling, and then his body... shriveled at a visible rate.
Only a muffled, agonized howl could faintly be heard.
Then that warrior became a genuine humanoid vessel for cultivating plants.
Looking around, this scene was playing out, spreading, and expanding