Mushroom Garden.
The focus of the conflict between the attackers and defenders has shifted from the ground to the air!
Reed and Ace, the captain and vice-captain of the North Island Warlock Group, are both late-stage fourth-level Dragon Vein Warlocks.
Their personalities mirror the dragons of their bloodlines: brutal and ruthless!
Reed and Ace have already initiated fourth-level atavism.
Giant red and white dragons took turns swooping down, spewing dragon breath towards the densely populated area on the defensive side.
Fiery fire and cold currents alternately ravaged the mushroom garden.
After three rounds of swooping, the number of warlocks killed or injured by the dragon's breath on the defensive side had reached double digits!
The environment in the area where the two sides clashed was also severely damaged.
In the mushroom garden, vast expanses of mushroom forest were ignited by the red dragon's fiery flames, sending billowing black smoke billowing out.
Like giant torches, they illuminated the gloomy region as bright as day.
The indigenous inhabitants of the mushroom garden, the peaceful mycontinent, were caught in the flames of war.
Mycontinents burned or froze to death, lying prone in the forest.
The survivors hurriedly fled their homes, seeking refuge with the mushroom master.
"Hmm?! This intense mental wave..."
Alan suddenly stopped at the edge of the battlefield.
Raising his hand to his forehead, he felt a powerful mental shock!
When his "telepathy" state was activated, his psychic senses were extremely sensitive, allowing him to detect mental fluctuations imperceptible to ordinary people.
He could communicate directly with ghosts, spirits, and fairies—including mycontinents.
Mycontinents could not speak, but when in danger, they would spread their mind spores to warn their fellows and call for help.
At this moment, Allen sensed a wave of pain, anxiety, and despair—these were the calls for help from the mushroom-people trapped in the fire!
Beyond these faint waves, a far more powerful wave enveloped the entire mushroom garden!
Alan knew it was a telepathic signal from the mushroom master.
The mushroom master, though powerful, could not fly.
It was unable to drive away the red dragon Reed, who was setting fires everywhere.
Furthermore, the mushroom master itself was vulnerable to fire.
Faced with the rapidly spreading fire, it was not only unable to protect the mushroom-people, but even threatened to lose itself.
In her emanating waves, Allen sensed a strong sense of anger and helplessness.
Even the mild-tempered mushroom master couldn't help but feel irritated...
One could imagine the severe damage the war had already inflicted on the mushroom garden's ecology.
If the fighting continued at this rate, the mushroom garden would be completely destroyed sooner or later.
Numerous sorcerers were sacrificed in vain on both sides.
The result was a futile effort.
No one could possibly possess this secret realm!
Alan sighed.
This was not the outcome he had hoped to see.
So, he turned and headed towards where the myconid was trapped.
A raging fire blocked the path forward.
Alan raised his hands, silently channeling his magical power.
His palms shone like jade, emitting a chilling air.
Swish!
With a casual wave of his hand, a bitter cold current swept across the fire.
The raging flames were instantly extinguished by the palm wind.
Alan waved his palms repeatedly, extinguishing the flames piece by piece.
The ground revealed scorched earth, emitting black smoke.
As he advanced deeper into the fire, the temperature gradually rose.
A normal person would have been scorched in such an environment.
Alan wasn't afraid.
In addition to his fire-extinguishing "Ice Soul Palm," he also wore a fire-resistant ring.
Even walking through lava wouldn't burn him.
It took Alan two minutes to extinguish the fire.
He rescued a group of myconids hiding in a cave.
"It's dangerous here! Go find the Master of the Myconid!"
Alan used his telepathy to urge an elderly myconid.
The myconid elder, his mycelium flowing like a beard, nodded gratefully to Alan and, with his family, set out on his escape.
Alan's figure vanished in a cloud of silver mist.
He teleported to the center of the next fire, extinguished it with a wave of his palm, and rescued the trapped myconids.
He's no saint.
He put out the fire and saved lives only to protect the mushroom garden.
Ownership of the secret realm of the mushroom garden is one of the focal points in the negotiations between the Silver Moon Monastery and the South Island Federation.
If the secret realm is destroyed by fire, the Silver Moon Monastery will profit nothing, and the premise of the alliance will no longer exist.
Red Dragon Reed, perhaps realizing this, set fire to the place recklessly and recklessly.
If I can't obtain the secret realm, no one else can!
Alan looked up at the arrogant red dragon.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes!
However, someone else had already beaten him to the punch and challenged Red Dragon Reed.
Pamela also sensed Red Dragon Reed's sinister intentions.
Activating the fourth level of atavism, she transformed into a giant storm elemental.
A massive storm cloud, accompanied by thunder and lightning, soared into the sky!
The arrogant red dragon seemed dwarfed by the thundercloud storm that Pamela had transformed into.
Alan exhaled slowly.
With Pamela's strength, dealing with Red Dragon Reed was a piece of cake.
His gaze shifted to another threat in the sky.
White Dragon Ace!
Alan raised his hand and waved it, as if gently stroking the strings of a zither.
Five Finger Blasts whizzed out!
The soaring white dragon sensed the incoming energy from below and, relying on its dragon scales for protection, disdained to dodge.
However, he soon paid the price for his arrogance.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The five finger blasts all struck the white dragon's abdomen.
The dragon's scales shattered, and blood splattered!
White Dragon Ace roared in agony.
Spreading its vast dragon wings, it finally managed to steady itself.
Looking down at the white-robed youth who had attacked it, it suddenly swooped down like a pale meteor!
Alan stood there, hands behind his back, expressionless.
As he had expected.
White Dragon Ace swooped down to a height of about twenty meters above the ground, suddenly opening its mouth and spewing out a stream of white, cold air.
Faced with the onslaught of dragon breath, Alan remained motionless.
After the White Dragon Ace finished spitting, it habitually spread its wings and soared high.
He turned his head and glanced, expecting to see an ice sculpture.
The scene that greeted him was unexpected!
Alan had not turned into an ice sculpture.
Not even a trace of frost could be seen on his body!
The "Tears of the Snake Mother" he carried granted him immunity to all cold damage up to level 7.
A 4th-level warlock, atavistically transformed into a dragon, breathed out a cold current equivalent to a 5th-level ice spell.
It felt like a gentle spring breeze on Allen.
A sneer curled at the corner of his lips.
Alan slowly raised his right hand.
A silver vortex spun rapidly within his palm, unleashing a powerful gravitational field!
"Get down!"
Alan grabbed through the air, unleashing his "Vortex Dragon Claw"!
White Dragon Ace was instantly captured by the gravitational field.
Like a fly caught in an invisible net, no matter how desperately he struggled, he couldn't escape the terrifying pull of gravity!
BANG!
White Dragon Ace fell heavily to the ground.
He suffered multiple fractures, and excruciating pain. Suddenly, his vision went dark, and his consciousness blurred.
"úré!"
Alan calmly chanted the spell, unleashing a fourth-level "Wall of Fire."
A circle of blazing flames rose from the ground, converging upwards and capping the whole thing.
It was like a giant red hood, hanging upside down over the white dragon.
The hemispherical wall of fire erupted inwards every few seconds.
The temperature was high enough to melt steel!
The unconscious white dragon Ace suddenly awoke from the burning pain!
Finding himself surrounded by blazing flames, he nearly lost control of his bladder!
White dragons, a cold subspecies, are naturally afraid of fire!
If he continued to be scorched by the flames, he would be transformed into a giant roasted chicken in less than two minutes!
White Dragon Ace, enduring the scorching flames and thick smoke, desperately exhaled cold air, slightly suppressing the wall of fire, and seized the opportunity to rush out!
However, as soon as he stepped out of the wall of fire, a powerful repulsive force hit him head-on.
A hundred steps away, Alan's five fingers curled up like dragon claws.
A silver vortex in his palm spun counterclockwise.
Ever since arriving in the mushroom garden, Alan has also benefited from the secret realm of time.
Six days of training in the mushroom garden is equivalent to only one day in the outside world.
Taking advantage of this convenient condition, Alan diligently practiced the Swirl Dragon Claw.
He cultivated this fifth-level martial art to the minor success stage.
From the minor success stage, the Swirl Dragon Claw can be practiced in reverse!
Reversing the Swirl Dragon Claw, the gravitational field becomes a repulsive field.
Alan pushed forward through the air.
A powerful repulsive force was exerted upon Ace.
A palm strike sent the white dragon, having finally escaped the flames, slamming back into the fiery purgatory, where it continued to endure the scorching flames.
Surrounded by the wall of fire, White Dragon Ace cried out in agony.
He called for help from his good brother, Red Dragon Reed.
However, the crimson scales scattering across the night sky indicated that Red Dragon Reed was also having a hard time.
He was already struggling to fend off Pamela's relentless bombardment, so how could he spare the energy to rescue his companions?!
With no one else to rely on, White Dragon Ace was forced to fend for himself.
He struggled to open the "Anywhere Door" and attempted to escape the mushroom garden.
Whoosh!
A beam of green light suddenly shot out from behind the white dragon.
The newly opened "Anywhere Door" was sealed by the "Dimension Anchor."
White Dragon Ace's will collapsed along with the "Anywhere Door."
Sonia stood in the dim forest.
Staring at the desperately struggling White Dragon, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
"Sister Sonia, you..."
Olivia walked over to her, her watery blue eyes filled with confusion.
"Isn't White Dragon Ace an ally of your Human-Demon Cult? Why are you plotting against him?"
Sonia smiled faintly and reached out to stroke the girl's hair.
"White Dragon Ace and I have no personal relationship, and his opponent is my husband! If you were me, what would you do?"
Olivia frowned, unable to resist a quip.
"Sister Sonia, your husband...how many good sisters does he have?"
Sonia shrugged and spread her hands.
"From what I've heard, there aren't many younger sisters, but there are quite a few older sisters."
"I admire Senior Brother Allen's strength, but when it comes to his relationships with women... he seems a bit undisciplined!"
Olivia saw the opportunity to get back at the playboy, exaggerating her complaints to Sonia.
"Let me tell you, Sister Sonia, Senior Brother Allen has been flirting with women ever since he arrived at the mushroom garden..."
"First he seduced Sister Julie, and then he got close to Pamela!"
"What's going to happen if this keeps going on?!"
"Sister Sonia, why don't you do something about him?"
Sonia spread her hands and smiled bitterly.
"Come on, how could I possibly do anything about it?!"
"Speaking of which, why did Allen leave you, a little cutie, alone?"
Olivia snorted angrily and rolled her eyes.
"He and I have a grudge going back years!"
"He dares to try and seduce me? Scratch his face!"
Sonia couldn't help but laugh, kissing her delicate little face.
Originally, she wanted to tell Olivia that she had rescued her in the mushroom garden all those years ago out of Alan's favor.
However, considering Alan had concealed his identity at the time, and to prevent Olivia from suspecting him of having a hand in her uncle Han Ning's death, she decided not to reveal the matter.
"Sonia! You have a great figure..." Olivia's face flushed, her voice bashful. "Can I hug you?"
Sonia smiled faintly and embraced her.
...
Hot air blew, flames rose.
Alan's eyes narrowed, his focus focused on remotely controlling the "fire wall."
He didn't cancel the spell until he had roasted the white dragon Ace to near death.
The wall of fire extinguished.
Alan stepped forward, swung his left hand, and unleashed a bone whip, entangling the already charred white dragon and dragging it towards him.
Swish!
Swish!
Alan imbued his right hand with the "Steel Rake," using it as a blade, slashing repeatedly.
He ripped off the white dragon Ace's limbs and wings, transforming it into a dying dragon staff.
"Still refusing to become a demon after this?"
Alan shook his head in disappointment.
"There's no other way. Ultimately, we'll have to rely on the induction factor."
Puff!
The bone spur pierced the white dragon's body, injecting one unit of Pan's induction factor.
The induction into demonic possession worked as expected!
A late-stage fourth-tier dragon vein sorcerer, reverting to his ancestral form, possessed by demons, unleashing a furious rage!
His cultivation instantly broke through to the early fifth stage!
If White Dragon Ace still had any fighting power, Allen's actions would be tantamount to courting disaster.
However, he had taken precautions, trimming the white dragon into a dragon staff.
What good is a fifth-level possessed white dragon without its limbs and wings?
Excuse me, it's just a piece of meat on the chopping block!
The possessed white dragon, its eyes bloodshot, braced itself to breathe its final dragon breath at Allen!
After possessing the demon, Ace's dragon breath reached level 6!
A cold snap struck...
Alan felt like a spring breeze.
With the "Tears of the Snake Mother" in his possession, what was there to fear?
Bragging the cold snap, he strode forward.
A two-hit combo of "Bone-Crushing Explosion"!
Directly blasting the possessed white dragon's head.
Next, it was time to enjoy the feast.
Alan extracted the essence of the white dragon's bloodline and devoured its flesh.
He had grilled the dragon meat himself, controlling the heat to perfection!
Alan used his "seasoning technique."
A top-notch barbecue required only the simplest seasoning: pepper and salt were sufficient.
Drip—
"Consume special ingredient: White Dragon Blood!"
"Potential +3!"
"Constitution +1!"
"Consume special ingredient: White Dragon Viscera (including basal vessels)!"
"Potential +3!"
"Constitution +1!"
Current Attributes: Constitution 45, Agility 31, Spirit 51
Potential Reserve: 11 points
...
He picked up his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth.
Alan nodded in satisfaction.
A fifth-level demon-possessed white dragon produces two unique ingredients, totaling 6 potential points!
Unfortunately, the benefits of dragon blood and dragon meat of the same type only come from the first consumption.
After devouring the white dragon Ace, Alan was still unsatisfied.
He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the night sky with hunger.
What a pity.
The red dragon Reed had been severely injured by Pamela and fled with his tail between his legs.
Alan didn't want to stand out too much in front of Pamela and steal her limelight.
Giving up the idea of hunting down the red dragon, he sent a message to Sonia instead.
Reminding her that tonight's battle was drawing to a close.
Take Marlowe and Hugo with you and run!
…
The day after the mushroom farm attack.
Bang!
In the conference room, Hicks slammed the table and stood up, his face etched with anger.
"First, let me state my opinion!"
"I completely agree with Senior Brother Mawen's theory!"
"The fact is… there's a traitor among us!"
"How else can we explain why the enemy, knowing the secret code to enter the secret realm, would launch a surprise attack when the night patrol team is short-staffed?!"
"This matter…
, we must hold them accountable to the end!"
"Investigate rigorously, and make sure everyone passes!"
"Until the traitor is uncovered, we won't be able to sleep or eat!"
"Brother Hicks, calm down. If you have anything to say, take your time."
Marvin fiddled with a quill pen and flipped through the roster.
Everyone here, including me, is a suspect until the matter is fully investigated.
"To improve the efficiency of the investigation, I suggest starting with the most suspicious individuals. What do you think?"
Marvin looked up and surveyed the crowd.
"I have no objection." Pamela crossed her arms, a lazy expression on her face. "But the problem is, how do you know who is the most suspicious?"
"Miss! Speaking of which, I have something to report to you! "
"This matter is related to the mole we're tracking down!"
Hicks jumped out again, impatient.
"Huh? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Pamela asked irritably.
"Miss, the person involved is of extraordinary status!"
"I'm reporting him publicly, and I'm afraid he'll retaliate!"
Hicks looked aggrieved.
"Just speak up! I promise no one will dare retaliate against you," Pamela said coldly.
"Junior Brother Hicks, just speak up!" Marvin smiled, taking over. "Even if you're reporting me, I wouldn't dare retaliate. Pamela won't let me off the hook."
With Pamela and Marvin's support, Hicks had no more concerns.
His anger was directed at Allen!
"Junior Brother Allen! I have two questions. Please answer them truthfully! "
Alan had long since used his telepathy to see through Hicks's inner plans.
"Brother Hicks, whatever you want to know, just ask. I'll tell you everything I know, with a clear conscience."
"Haha! You're all talk, but I'll show you my true colors in a moment!"
Hicks sneered, his face aggressive.
"First question!"
"Is it true that your brother, Taffman, has defected to the Beast Cult and is highly valued by the wolf girl Beiting? He even participated in the attack on the mushroom farm last night?"
"It's true," Alan admitted, then added, "But I never tipped off Brother Taffman—"
"Shut up!"
Hicks slammed the table, interrupting him harshly.
"Calling you "brother" all the time is so affectionate! You must be close to that traitor, right?
"Excuse me, is this the second question?" Allen asked calmly. Hicks's arrogance was suppressed.
He snorted coldly, ignoring the question and continuing to use the tiger's skin as a banner. "Are you and Taffman still in private contact?"
"Did you tip him off and sell our intelligence?"
"These questions require in-depth investigation. You can't just explain them away!"
"Miss and Brother Marvin, you have a keen eye!"
"If you are truly innocent, they will never wrongly accuse you."
"If you can't explain clearly, don't even think about getting away with it! "
Alan smiled helplessly and made no defense.
Julie and Flynn, who sat beside him, couldn't help but frown.
They were very dissatisfied with Hicks's aggressiveness.
Olivia's expression was a little subtle.
Alan was accused by Hicks and suspected of being a spy.
From a personal grudge, she should be gloating.
She even took the initiative to provide clues, proving that Allen not only had a senior brother who defected to the Beast Worship Cult, but also had a high-ranking member of the Human Demon Cult. Alan's mistress.
However, she didn't mean to add insult to injury.
She truly believed Allen was innocent.
This boy might be a playboy, but he was honest with his friends and classmates, and he was quite loyal!
As for his affair with Sonia, it didn't prove anything.
Otherwise, Olivia herself would be suspect.
After all, her relationship with Sonia was not ordinary.
She was relatively innocent, but she was no idiot.
She couldn't just throw dirty water on herself. On himself.
For the sake of Sonia and the Griffin siblings, Olivia felt a certain sympathy for Allen, the student whom Hicks had accused.
If she had the chance, she wouldn't mind helping the philandering man and clearing him of suspicion of being a spy.
A murmur filled the conference room.
Hicks's accusations against Allen sparked a reaction from everyone.
There were some skeptics.
However, most people disagreed.
The war between the Confederacy and the North had already begun. Over two years.
During this period, countless captured Southern sorcerers have defected!
Among you, some friends and family have defected to the enemy.
Hicks suspected Allen of being a spy simply because his senior brother had betrayed him. There were already too many suspects!
Hicks knew that it was far-fetched to implicate Allen based solely on Tuffman.
But he remained unfazed.
Because he had even more solid evidence in his hands!
"Junior Brother Allen! My second question is, you were supposed to be on patrol with me last night. Why were you absent without reason?"
"Do you dare to confess in front of everyone where you were and what you were doing when the Mushroom Circle was attacked last night?!" "
In the conference room, the chatter suddenly died down.
Only Hicks's forceful accusation lingered.
On the day of the attack, Allen wasn't on patrol?!
This was a serious issue!
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on him.
The suspicion grew stronger.
Could it be that Allen... was actually a spy?
Felin saw something was wrong. He coughed dryly twice and stood up to defend Allen.
"Brother Hicks! Allen can't be a spy!"
"Think about it, everyone. A disciple of the Silver Moon Monastery working for the Beast Worship Cult, acting as a mole—isn't that ridiculous?!"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
It was common knowledge that the Beast Worship Cult and the Silver Moon Monastery were at loggerheads.
Anyone could collude with the Beast Worship Cult, but Allen couldn't.
"You can't say that." "Our enemies aren't just the Beast Worship Cult," Marvin said calmly. "There's also the Human-Demon Cult and the Northern Island Federation."
"Silver Moon Monastery has no direct conflict with these two forces."
"Indeed, Silver Moon Monastery is in talks with us about cooperation."
"However, even if we talk, it's still uncertain whether the deal will be successful."
"Besides, it's not uncommon to find a better deal at the negotiation table."
"Hehe... If the North offered better conditions, Silver Moon Monastery wouldn't be sure which side to side with."
"Of course, I don't mean to accuse Silver Moon Monastery or question Junior Brother Allen. I'm just speaking the truth." "
Let's get down to business?
Alan looked at Marvin, frowning secretly.
The more he listened, the more he felt there was something fishy and sarcastic in his words.
In truth, Alan had always had a good impression of Marvin.
It was just that Tanya stood between them, making it difficult for him to get too close.
Until this moment, it suddenly occurred to him that the seemingly generous and open-minded Marvin wasn't quite what he seemed.
Alan remained calm.
He secretly locked onto Marvin with his telepathic detection.
He wanted to understand what Marvin meant by his intentional or unintentional provocations.
However, he was disappointed.
Marvin seemed to have some kind of barrier that blocked his thoughts.
With his telepathic reading, he couldn't read his mind.
"Junior Brother Alan! How long are you going to play dumb?!" "
Hicks, emboldened by Marvin's support, slammed the table and demanded a stern question from Allen.
"Tell the truth! Why were you absent from patrol last night?"
Allen frowned, expressionless. "Sorry, it's a private matter, so I can't answer publicly."
"What the hell is private? I think you have something to hide!"
Hicks sneered.
Marvin sighed and put down his quill.
He looked at Allen with a hint of pressure.
"Junior Brother Allen, if you don't explain this clearly, you're going to have a hard time getting through today."
Allen smiled but said nothing.
"What's your attitude? How dare you be so brazen in front of Senior Brother Marvin and Miss Pamela!"
Hicks pressed his attack with his weapon.
"Miss! I suggest that Alan be arrested immediately and severely tortured—"
Pamela suddenly dropped her teacup.
"Your suggestion is bullshit!"