Final Lord

Chapter 199 The Bizarre Fern Man
Name: Knicks

Occupation: Miasma Guardian

Level: Ordinary 2nd level 9

attribute

Life: 38/38
Attack: 12
Defense: 16
Speed: 5
Professional skills
Miasma Barrier
Consumes 15% of current health to create a wall of miasma covering a 3x3 area.
Enemy units that pass through the barrier suffer poison damage equal to 80% of the attacker's attack power and are inflicted with the "Corrosion" effect (reduces defense by 10% for 2 turns).

When an allied unit passes through, it gains 1 stack of "Miasma Shield" (absorbs 10 damage, lasts 2 turns).

Miasma Fortress: ...

Miasma Sacrifice: Upon using Miasma Fortress, the fortress effect will briefly apply to all members of your race.

Name: Shell
Personal Talent: Number One in the Clan (S): Gains an experience bonus when you are the strongest in your clan. The more clan members you have, the higher the bonus, up to 500% (currently 220%).

Class: Carapace Totem Warrior

Level: Extraordinary Level 1 Level 4

Attributes:
Life: 100/100
Attack: 28+12 (Toxicity)
Defense: 18
Speed: 12
Professional skills:

Sawtooth pattern:

Summon a totem domain, increasing the attack speed of all Miasma Clan members within the domain by 30% and doubling poison damage. It can also detect enemies within a 50-meter radius.

Poison Wing Assault (30-second cooldown):

Perform a quick change of direction attack, and the next attack becomes a 50-meter ranged attack that spews slime, dealing 200% of the attack power as damage.

If the target is killed, restore health equal to 50% of the damage dealt.

Miasma Blade: Guaranteed critical hit (double damage) against units previously damaged by miasma.

He actually has an S-level talent! Wang Bufu was astonished. He felt like he had found a luxury item in a trash can.

Who would have thought that in this godforsaken, remote place, there would be someone with an S-level talent?

"Very good." Wang Bufu was extremely satisfied. He nodded and said, "My first task for you is to gather all the miasma people in the Dead Silent Wetlands. Don't worry about combat strength; my soldiers will help you. You just need to lead the way."

Knicks and Shell Armor exchanged glances. Knicks stepped forward and replied, "Sir, we are all the miasma people in the Dead Wasteland."

Wang was dissatisfied:?

"Aren't you Miasma People one of the three major races in the Dead Wasteland? How come there are only four hundred or so left?"

"The three races... when was that?" Nix's eyes dimmed. "Eight years ago, the Fern Marrow Spirits had almost completed the unification of the Dead Wetlands."

They wiped us out completely; the Swamp-Eyed Clan and we were almost entirely exterminated, left only to eke out a living in the desolate border region of the wetlands.

Damn, no wonder the small village produced S. It turns out that the shelled beetle was a savior genius forcibly created by the will of the group when the species was on the verge of extinction.

Wang Bufu's expression immediately turned serious.

"Tell me in detail. When exactly? What became of the Fern Marrow Spirits, and why were they able to completely suppress your other two races?"

Knicks's hoarse, deep voice rang out, accompanied by the scraping sound of his shell as he narrated:

"Ahem, Your Excellency, the 'era of coexistence of the three races' that you spoke of came to a complete end eight years ago with the tremors of the Bone Mound. At that time, the Fern Spirits were still huddled in the Fluorescent Ferns, their roots only able to draw sustenance from the shallow humus."

Their spores, which deter strays, are as fragile as the withered leaves you are now crushing—until that thorny fern spirit steps into the depths of the wetlands.

I remember it clearly; it was a night when the blood moon hung over the tips of the rotting reeds. Suddenly, emerald ripples spread across the entire swamp, and poisonous vines surged wildly toward the bone mound.

Seven days later, the fern spirits appeared at the edge of our territory, dragging their newly grown thorny roots. The originally fluorescent petals on their heads turned dark purple.

Become nourishment! Become nourishment!

Their murmurs, delivered through spores, were filled with unbearable noise, and the battering rams woven from rotting vines crushed our bubble nests.

The illusions created by the Swamp Eye Clan cannot escape their newly grown compound eyes on their heads, and the vibrations left behind when the mud escapes will also be transmitted to the Fern Marrow Spirit Mother through the soil.

The Fern Marrow Spirits, whose strength was originally similar to ours, were all ordinary Tier 3, and there were also some extraordinary individuals whose strength was completely incomprehensible to us.

They can even create fusion entities.

Some swamp crocodiles pierced by the roots of the fern marrow spirit will transform into siege beasts covered in vines, and the spores that devour our people will sprout into fern warriors with poisonous spines from their corpses. Even the miasma we exhale will be transformed into a pale green poisonous mist and sprayed back by the moss that grows on their carapaces.

Now, the area within a radius of fifty miles of Bone Mound is their 'root sanctuary'. Any creature that steps into it will either be devoured by them and become a symbiotic organism, or become a petri dish for cultivating new variant ferns.

Last year during the Blood Moon, we saw it from afar: at Bone Mound, the entire swamp was writhing, and tens of thousands of creatures clad in vine armor rose from the mud, kneeling before the Fern Marrow Spirit Mother.

Knicks's shell suddenly trembled violently, mud dripped from his breathing holes, and he said, his body shaking:

"Please forgive my lapse in composure, my lord. I am filled with dread whenever I think of my people screaming in the fusion chambers filled with ferns."

If I had to describe the fern marrow spirits now, it would be that they've turned their entire wetland into a canteen, and we're just the residue stuck in their esophagus.

They simply look down on us, not that they lack the ability to eliminate us. We could be killed by them at any time if they wanted to.

His strength suddenly increased, and his condition became so bizarre... he could even create a fusion entity...

The king frowned in dissatisfaction.

When he heard that the fern people had become stronger, his first thought was that it was the effect of a natural wonder.

But according to Nix's description, this change is not like a natural wonder at all. Instead, it is like the mutation that all living beings in the entire God-Guard world fear the most—demonic transformation!
Regardless of the circumstances, the fern people have an insurmountable obstacle to establishing themselves in the desolate wetlands.

Whether we fight sooner or later, we have to fight.

Wang Bufu's face hardened.

"This is outrageous! These fern people have dared to persecute my people like this. Don't worry, Nix, what you beetle people can't avenge, I will. What you beetle people can't defeat, I will!"
"Hera! Gather the troops, we're heading to Bone Mound now!"

We're not beetle people, we're miasma people... Oh well, whatever, as long as the lord is happy.

Knicks stiffened his neck. Those damned fern people, they might be able to bully us weaklings, but against human nobles, they'd be nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs!
Even if he wiped out all those Fern People, their people wouldn't come back. But, oh well, that felt awesome! The thought invigorated Nix.

He flapped the wings on his back, and all six hands pointed east at the same time.

"My lord, this way please! I'll lead the way. Hashas."

(End of this chapter)