Amerah

Let's go back half an hour.

Osk discussed with Shatlia for a while and decided to go and see the situation. Shaken didn't want to go back, but since everyone else had gone, he wanted to stay here. Unfortunately, the conditions were beyond his control, and he had the basic qualities to complete the mission.

Moreover, they had unexpected help. After hearing the complete appearance, Amira said in a gentle tone: "I can't go with you, but I can give you some help."

His roots and branches have long been rooted in this land. The mutation not only brings physical changes, but also enhances his strength. Under the sharing of the townspeople's awareness, Amira swallowed too much pollution.

For the Bloodline, more pollution means more power. The vines under the tree stretch out, embracing the Bloodline. As enemies, they appear scary and strange. But as companions, they are surprisingly reliable.

Osk nodded to Amirah and said, "Thank you. We'll thank you again when we get back."

"Don't worry, this is a return gift to you. I know you have put in a lot of effort to come to a place like this for rescue. If you want to thank me, please send those children away safely. This is also the wish of all the townspeople."

“That’s what we’re here for.”

The Bloodline did not delay any longer. After a simple farewell, he followed the vine branches and headed towards the entrance of the dungeon. Amira listened quietly to their footsteps fading away. Soon, he was the only one left here, or rather, a tree.

Although he has no eyes, his creeping vines can still sense the wind, the weight of human footsteps, and all kinds of information. He constantly absorbs polluted branches and uses them as nutrients, growing rapidly and unrestrainedly. If it were just Amira, he would have been swallowed by the black mist when he mutated.

Because in his consciousness there was a small group of souls that did not belong to him. Each of them had a face that Amira recognized.

She was a laundry worker who washed her own clothes, he opened a blacksmith shop on the corner, he was a guard who worked diligently, she was a weaving worker, he was a young hunter in the village...

As the Bloodline devoured them one by one, he sensed their pain, fear, distress, and desire.

They longed to see the culprit punished, to live, and to see the people they cared about leave this place. Therefore, they were willing to sacrifice their lives.

The pollution corroded their bodies, staining them with a mottled black. When Amira approached, she could hear low moans of pain.

Even so, they still persisted, trying to absorb more pollution and protect their homeland. Their destroyed minds could no longer distinguish others, and hanging here were only containers that existed purely to carry pollution. When the vines broke, they were destined to fall into the deepest part of the black fog.

The Bloodline looked at this scene, his translucent body also shrouded in black mist. His form was even worse than these people. If they still maintained their human form, most of Amira's soul had turned into dancing vines, and he had completely lost all sense of her.

"Hold on a little longer. Once those kids leave, we won't have to fight anymore."

He spoke softly, full of fatigue. He was speaking to himself and to these broken souls. The souls drowning in pain did not answer him, only the mournful cries of grief continued to echo. Amira remained silent for a long time until Fujieda could sense approaching footsteps.

He immediately became alert, raised the vines surrounding his body high, and was ready to attack the opponent at any time. Until the newcomer spoke, a soft and thin child's voice timidly called: "Lady Amira..."

Amira easily identified who it was, and he was a little confused. The extremely sensitive Fujieda did not find any contamination from the other party. After circling around her twice, the bloodline changed its offensive posture to a defensive posture and held the other party to his side.

"Why are you here, Vera? You should have gone with them."

"Are you talking about the blonde sister, Amira? When we were leaving, we encountered a monster, and the sister told me to come back to find Amira..."

Vera's shoulders trembled slightly, and she was obviously still a little scared. Ameera paused and asked quickly, "What about the remaining children?"

"I don't know. We are separated. I am so scared, Master Amira. Will the Bloodline Masters really protect us?"

The child's timid cry made people feel sympathetic, and the soul in the consciousness was touched, and a wave of anxious and flustered emotions came out. Amira gently touched the girl's head: "Don't worry, they are just going to deal with some problems and will be back soon. I will find others, you go back to the house and rest first, okay?"

The girl wiped her tears and nodded vigorously. Amira opened the door again, but the man did not rush in. Instead, he suddenly ran to the vigorous ivy tree, stood on tiptoe, and hugged Amira tightly.

She was so small that even with her arms spread out she could only stick to the tree trunk. Amira's heart softened slightly, but she had to stop him. He had absorbed too much pollution, and close contact for too long could easily have adverse effects on ordinary people.

The little sobs were like those of a helpless baby animal. The girl was unwilling to let go and rubbed her tears onto the bark: "Lady Amira, I miss my sister. My sister was captured by a monster. Will she never come back? I miss my sister so much."

The vine that was originally intended to pull them apart stopped in mid-air, and with a low sigh, it gently fell on the girl's hair. Amira was silent for a moment, and then answered solemnly and firmly: "Your sister is a good child. She has always been protecting you and staying by your side. As long as you live happily, she will never leave."

The girl raised her little face and looked at him: "Really?"

"real--"

The sound of the weapon piercing the flesh was not loud, but it was so deafening. It was as thin as a thin wing and sharp as a kiss, breaking out from the body that was restraining it and piercing two bodies at the same time.

Unimaginably high concentrations of pollution were injected directly into the tree. Without a second thought, Amira immediately pulled the other party away!

The girl fell to the ground with a dull thud. Her knees and arms were covered with large scratches, with tiny insect shells embedded in the wounds. Vera simply raised her head and exposed her eyes.

There was no sadness or fear in her eyes, only anger and resentment.

The spider's long limbs burst out from the abdomen and tore the small body apart. Vera ignored the pain and asked tremblingly: "If that's the case, Master Amira, why did you kill my sister!?"

"Didn't you say you would protect us? Didn't you say everyone was eaten by bugs? Why? Why you?"

With tears streaming down her cheeks, the girl screamed at the top of her lungs, "——I saw it! Why did you kill all the remaining people!?"

Everyone trusted the Baron, so they all followed him out. The children were told to go wherever they wanted and they didn't cause any trouble for the adults.

Only the youngest child didn't want to leave his sister and wanted to listen to her goodnight story, so he sneaked out at night.

Then she saw that it was not the spider that swallowed her sister, but the trusted baron. Why was her sister crying? Why didn't she say anything? Everyone was standing there, why didn't anyone save her? Why didn't she resist?

The trembling girl covered her mouth and hid in the bushes, not daring to make a sound. She watched with wide eyes as her sister gradually merged into the vines and was swallowed by the nobles she had always trusted, and tears flowed down her cheeks without her noticing.

She hated herself for not daring to jump out and stop them, and she hated the baron who deceived them and killed her sister. Hatred sprouted in her young body and then grew wildly into a towering tree. When someone told her how to take revenge, Vera nodded without hesitation, even though she was trembling all over.

She hated this world! She hated everyone who had deceived her sister, killed her sister, and remained indifferent to her sister's death! She hated the Baron who had concealed the truth from the beginning to the end! !

In the intense pain, Amira clearly felt the wailing of those souls. They were in pain, they were mad, they were accusing: This child is being tortured in front of you, why don’t you save her! ?

But Amira was unable to save her. She voluntarily swallowed the spider's eggs, although for some reason she was not parasitized. But there was no doubt that this was a conspiracy against the Baron.

Due to the infusion of high concentration of black mist, his consciousness was collapsing and the process of mutation was accelerated. Witnessing the death of a child without providing any help, this incident greatly stimulated the spirits of the souls, and one of them was particularly crazy.

Under the stimulation, the hard and rough skin of the vine became moist and softened, revealing a fresh blood color. The human face that was originally integrated into the trunk was twisted and crazy, spurting out brown blood.

No... I'm losing control... At the very least, I have to...

In a blur, Amira stretched out the vine with great difficulty and rushed towards the girl on the ground.

The next second, the squirming vine pierced the child's body as he screamed in pain.

…

In an underground cave.

The vines that should have been a source of security became unfamiliar. Dense blood threads appeared on the dry surface, forming painful and distorted human faces. Each one looked like Amira, and each one was not Amira.

The rioting vines were like whips, creating deep cracks in the ground. Chunks of earth fell from above, and the entire cave shook for a moment.

The red-haired young man was quick-witted and rushed to rescue the person in the cocoon when one of the vines almost hit the cocoon. The raging vines tore the cocoon apart fiercely, and the force fell on the person, with disastrous consequences.

Seeing this scene, everyone's expression froze. If it was on flat ground, it wouldn't matter if these vines went crazy. The bloodline people had experienced many battles and were not afraid of challenges at all.

But where is this?

This is the underground! If these vines are pulled a few more times, the underground will collapse!

They can run, but what about those who are trapped in the silk cocoons that have not transformed? As long as the bloodline dares to escape, these cocoons will be smashed into pulp!

The vines completely ignored the concerns of humans and rushed towards them. Osk gritted his teeth and moved forward. He raised his arm, and the purple lightning suddenly illuminated the entire cave, forming a huge barrier to protect this space.

Ollie stayed beside Rambo, swallowed the blood candy and split into more parts, moving the cocoons away from the dangerous area as much as possible. Shaken happened to be standing at the edge and became the focus of attention. He hurriedly avoided the crazy vines and hid in the barrier. His expression was very calm.

This situation didn't have much of an impact on him. Only creatures of the same shadow type could attack the shadow puppet. He could completely merge with it and escape from here through the shadow. He was still here because it was not the last moment, so there was no need to use the last resort.

But continuing like this is not a solution. Shaken said, "We can't just wait here to die. Can we think of a way out?"

Aurelius, who was being watched by thousands of people, sighed and felt powerless.

He could indeed cut through all the vines, but it would take time. If this collapsed, could he dig a passage upward? Clearly the goods were not what they seemed.

The vines didn't give them much time. Every time the vines hit the lightning screen, the ground would tremble. Osk gritted his teeth and took another step forward. His skin gradually became darker and harder, and the thunder became stronger. He exhaled deeply and called out in a hoarse voice: "Satria!"

"clear!"

The angel half-blood gritted her teeth, quickly took out a few pills from her bag, and swallowed them with her head tilted back. She took a deep breath, stretched out her hands toward the vines, and recited a pious prayer to the goddess. At the same time, a very contradictory aura emerged from her.

It was similar to the sacred aura of the church, but also wrapped in a thick pollution. The two combined perfectly, making the girl look even more painful. The white bones on her back formed the outline of light wings, and her voice was unusually hoarse as she endured the pain: "May the goddess protect... protect the souls of all things!"

A bright light suddenly blossomed, and under the baptism of the pure and fresh light, the branches and vines seemed to have regained their will. Even so, they still rushed forward, but this time it was not to attack the bloodline ones.

Vines quickly and accurately rolled up the snares and humans on the ground. The moment they touched, everyone could feel the flowing pollution penetrating into their bodies through the vines.

The clash between the two sides intensified. Shatlia spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to bear the heavy burden. She had no time to care about anything else. With the last bit of clarity, the vines carried the swarms and bloodline people and rushed straight in the direction they came from. They didn't care even if it meant breaking the insect shells on the wall, just to transport them out as quickly as possible.

As they approached the exit, the atmosphere of chaos became more and more distinct. The wooden vines gradually became fresh, soft, and sticky to the touch. Several people were almost thrown to the ground. Oleus rolled on the spot to relieve the force, and when he looked up, he saw the dark dome.

No, it was no longer a dome made of vines and corpses, but rather a series of human faces overlooking the ground, seemingly crying or laughing. The slowly sliding fleshy vines blended together, making a gurgling sound that stimulated the nerves. The originally dim town seemed to have accidentally entered the stomach of some creature, with strings of mucus dripping from above from time to time.

Osk's face turned pale. "The level of mutation is increasing too fast. At this level... it has been confirmed that they need to be cleared."

Shaken's mouth twitched. "Let me be clear, my abilities are not suited to this kind of situation. If you expect me to do anything, I'm sure it won't work."

There are a bunch of sick and disabled people here, who can fight against such a big scene on the spot?

Oreius didn't say anything, but just kept looking up. Shaken finally set his sights on him and poked the young man on the back: "What are you looking at?"

Aurelius said, "There is something in the sky."

"You mean the faces? ... No, it's the canes coming down!"

Shaken's face suddenly changed, and just as he finished speaking, a vine staggered and fell from the sky as fast as lightning.

It is difficult to describe how a staggering feeling can be seen from a vine branch, but it is indeed extremely weak and fast. Before anyone can react, it rushes towards Shatiriya at lightning speed and spits out a ball of something from its layers of wrapping into the girl's arms.

Afterwards, the vine branch completed its final transformation at a speed visible to the naked eye. The remaining gray-brown branch tip showed a sticky and fleshy texture and was smashed to the ground by Osk's shield.

Red blood dripped down the angel's hand, and she looked at her arms in astonishment. Before she could think, her last bit of strength was injected into the young body in her arms, desperately trying to keep it alive.

She was unconscious, her abdomen was torn and bloody as if something had been ripped out of her.

The little girl's face was as pale as death.

But she is still alive.