He heard the NPCs exchanging conversations and excitedly looked towards his companions standing nearby.
"...Wait, are we saying we've created a brand-new monster?"
Five million!
Is this really happening?
[Milk needs sugar] was silent for a mont before speaking with difficulty.
"Things are probably not that simple..."
Indeed.
The revived monster continued to swell, with a tendency to spread to other caves, showing hatred towards all living creatures and a desire for consumption.
Fortunately, there were plenty of caves here, so it wouldn't affect distant planting areas, otherwise, their contributions would be wiped out.
"...Does this thing have cultivation value?"
Helen looked at Terrell, her eyes showing a hint of anticipation.
Using this thing to tornt invaders was quite a good idea, surely it would scare those adventurers out of their wits!
She had already witnessed its power; Black Iron-level skeleton soldiers were crushed to pieces in front of it like ants!
Terrell fell into silence, weighing risks and benefits for a long ti, ultimately shaking his head, slowly raising the withered wood staff in his hand.
"I don't know..."
"But right now, we should first figure out how to deal with it."
...
In the Audience Hall of the Great Graveyard, dim flas flickered, reflecting on the majestic rocky throne.
Luo Yan sat among them, quietly watching the crystal ball, his sharp gaze piercing through the milky fog, overseeing the situation in the underground planting area.
In the underground cave, Terrell raised the withered wood staff high, concentrated green magic power gathered at the tip, slashing down like thunder, precisely hitting the tentacle monster blocking the tunnel.
"Screech—!"
Accompanied by a piercing scream, the tentacle monster twitched violently, its vine-like limbs struggling.
Terrell's expression was stern, giving it no chance to breathe, the staff in his hand burning with green light like a torch, steadily stepping forward while softly chanting spells.
The massive shadow blade like whirling wheels pierced through the monster's body in rapid succession within seconds.
Dark green putrid liquid splattered onto the rock walls, quickly evaporating like water droplets on a hot pan!
Within a few short breaths, this mutated creature was completely disintegrated, turning into scattered ashes.
The battle quickly ended, just as Luo Yan had anticipated, without suspense.
Facing a Gold Level Mage, the newly born tentacle monster was simply too tender.
Fingers lightly tapping the armrest of the throne, a thoughtful smile appeared on Luo Yan's face.
"Didn't expect necromancy could be used this way... Interesting."
Let death spirit fungus consu living symbiotic fungus, thus occupying the bodies of dead creatures or magic plants, forming a kind of zombie-like suture monster...
This unexpectedly born result provided him with a fresh idea.
If used on the battlefield, it might have miraculous effects.
Luo Yan wasn't too worried about the accident in the planting area.
Ever since returning from that day's inspection, he had let Youyou extend his domain to that area.
With a wave of Luo Yan's hand, the images in the crystal ball quickly changed, and an entirely different scene appeared before his eyes.
In an unusually wide cave, skeleton players were busily transplanting various precious magic plants, Earth Cave Spiders shuttled around, using spider silk to stabilize the cave's structure, collaborating with Iron Teeth City's Mole People to fix wooden supports under the rock formations.
A faint magic power fluctuation perated the air, everything progressing thodically.
A few skeleton players gathered around a transparent bramble eagerly discussing.
"This plant can store magic power, perhaps it can form a symbiotic system with other magic plants?"
One player, flipping through so magical to from who knows where, pondered in a low voice: "Theoretically feasible, but it requires a stable magic power cycle, otherwise it will cause the magic plants to lose control..."
Luo Yan's index finger moved slightly, the image flickered again, this ti displaying a group of small demons racing noisily through a cave. They moved swiftly, with a unified goal, chasing after a fleeing white mandrake.
That wasn't just any mandrake, but a magical mandrake containing powerful magic power, used for refining Curse-breaking Potion.
Generally speaking, it wouldn't be so frantic, but it seed like those players had done sothing ridiculous again, forcing it into madness.
The mandrake desperately swung its short little legs, attempting to escape capture, its round leaves trembling, emitting a rapid string of shrill screams. The cave echoed with the protests of short legs and the demons' laughter, the scene both ludicrous and chaotic.
"Quick, catch it! Don't let it run into the poison mushroom area!" One little demon shouted loudly, leaping up trying to pounce on the mandrake, but it deftly dodged, landing flat on its face.
Another demon, quick-eyed and agile, wielded a fishing net, promptly capturing it just before it could rush into the dark cavern.
"Haha! It's mine!!" The little demons excitedly gathered around, capturing the terrified little creature.
"Don't let it yell too loud, be wary of its magic sound impact!" An old player quickly warned, hastily wrapping the mandrake's roots with a sack painted in Netherworld Language, avoiding it from emitting a strong magic resonance.
The chaos finally subsided, the magical mandrake still wriggling weakly inside the sack, ultimately quieting down like a deflated balloon.
Watching the lively scene in the crystal ball, Luo Yan's lips curled slightly upward, his gaze revealing satisfaction.
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