Final Lord

Chapter 254 Shocking change!

Sutton's sheep-like eyes reflected the rout of his army, the humus stained a dark red. His deformed hooves sank deep into the mud, and the bronze shepherd's bells jingled shrilly between his fingers.

"These damned monsters are really giving me trouble." Sutton grinned, revealing sharp, white teeth, and the chaotic vortex in his abdomen suddenly boiled. "Bring it on!"

Sutton rang his bell, and his sambhava troops immediately sprang into action.

Thirty [Mist-Transforming Sheep] simultaneously lifted their hemp robes, revealing a mead-like liquid churning violently within the transparent cavities of their bellies. Amidst the trembling of bronze shepherd bells, a colossal mist prison with a radius of five hundred meters descended like an inverted glass bowl. The large black umbrella guards, who were tearing at the shield protectors, suddenly saw their delicious prey vanish, leaving only heavy mist before them.

“Now,” Sutton’s scepter swept across the blood-red sunset, “let these fungal stalks witness true terror.”

"The Mother of Abundance walks on the sea of ​​emotions, devouring sorrow and fear, and giving us joy!"

The ten Dreamless Sheep Beasts prayed as they plunged their bone staffs into the ground.

The large black umbrella guards inside the fog prison suddenly froze, and the tentacles under the giant mushroom cap stretched out strangely, as if forcibly opened by an invisible hand.

pat!

The Mist-Transforming Sheep, wielding a scimitar, appeared and disappeared within the misty cage, each time it appeared, it could use its scimitar to slash huge wounds on the Black Umbrella Guardian.

When the Black Umbrella Guardian screams and tries to retaliate, the Mist-Transforming Sheep mysteriously disappears. The stunned Black Umbrella Guardian is then hit by the Dreamless Sheep Beast's control effect again, falling into a hypnotic state.

"almost."

Sutton's hooves pounded the fungal sclerotia scattered on the ground, and a nightmarish glow suddenly shone from the top of the shepherd's bell.

The boundaries of all the mist prisons began to twist and shrink, and the large black umbrella guards trapped inside emitted shrill cries like infants. Their caps, like clay being kneaded by an invisible giant hand, were squeezed and deformed within the mist prisons, and the sap sprayed out when the stems burst even corroded the mist walls with face-shaped indentations.

"burst."

With a gentle tap of Sutton's shepherd's bell, the entire mist prison collapsed with a deafening roar. The compressed mist, mixed with dozens of extraordinary monsters, exploded into a dazzling display of light. The distorted faces let out their final screams in the explosion, turning into a shower of fluorescent powder.

As the last spore settled, Sutton stroked the swollen, chaotic vortex in his abdomen and let out a satisfied burp.

Sutton's sheep-like eyes reflected the scattered black umbrella guards on the battlefield; these extraordinary monsters were now less than one-fifth of their original number.

He stroked the bronze shepherd's bell, exhaling two disdainful puffs of white mist from his nostrils. "A mere remnant of a defeated army, you can handle this yourselves." Sutton's deformed hoof crushed a broken mushroom stem at his feet, the mead-like liquid swirling merrily in the transparent chamber.

Thirty Mist-Transforming Sheepmen appeared and disappeared in the mist, their curved blades flashing and leaving trails of dark green liquid. The Dreamless Sheep Beast's bone staff was stuck in the humus, and hypnotic ripples made the remaining Black Umbrella Guards sway as if drunk.

With the outcome of the battle decided, Sutton even began to consider whether to keep a few live specimens for research.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

"For the Duchy of the Stag!" The human shield captain suddenly sprang to his feet, his iron-clad oak shield slamming heavily into the back of the nearest half-goat's head. The sound of bones cracking accompanied the shattering of bronze shepherd bells. The Mist-Bewitching Goat, who was casting a spell, staggered and fell into the mist prison he had created. Countless arrows rained down on his back, leaving it splattered with blood.

The chain reaction was like a toppled domino.

Dozens of heavy crossbowmen turned their crossbows and shot their comrades through the throats, while spearmen plunged their red-tasseled spears into the bellies of cavalry horses. The Mist-Transforming Sheep broke free of its cage, its eyes bloodshot, and used its scimitar to sever the neck of the Dreamless Sheep Beast.

Humans are killing goat-men, goat-men are killing goat-men, humans are killing humans...

Chaos! Utter chaos!

"Are you all insane?!" Sutton's roar shook the spores off the mushroom tree. He saw a heavy cavalryman frantically slashing his own thigh with his sword, while the always silent messenger was now tearing at the throat of a lame sheep with his teeth. Blood mixed with pale pink spores gushed from the wounds, reflecting an eerie glow in the setting sun.

In the span of a dozen or so heartbeats, hundreds of soldiers fell forever on the humus soil of the Black Forest. Sutton noticed the corpses—from the cracks in their armor, tiny, sweet-smelling pink mycelium were sprouting.

Sutton's sheep-like eyes suddenly contracted. He carefully examined the soldiers whose armor had been swept by the tentacles; tiny pink mycelia were also emerging from the gaps in their armor.

"It's a parasitic monster! Mind control effect!" The chaotic liquid in his abdomen churned violently. "Misty Sheep, deploy miniature cages, divide the battlefield!"

Dozens of half-goat people simultaneously shook bronze shepherd bells, and numerous misty cages, like inverted giant bowls, enveloped the battlefield. But the remaining large black umbrella guards' caps suddenly sprayed out viscous liquid, hypnotizing the soldiers in the cages who were not bewitched. The cages became the soldiers' cages, and the soldiers who were killing each other were like prisoners locked in a gladiatorial arena, with death following them like a shadow.

"Heavy cavalry, charge!" With a thunderous shout, the sound of hooves thundered. Molotov cocktails shattered, and the lances of twenty extraordinary Tier 2 [Elite Heavy Cavalry] soldiers burst into flames, their charge leaving scorched afterimages in the air.

The moment the spear tip pierced the cap, the large black umbrella guard let out a scream like a baby crying, and the stem exploded into a cloud of foul-smelling slime.

But the cost was heavy.

With each fall of the large black umbrella guard, more pink spores burst from the corpse, infecting more soldiers. Ordinary and extraordinary became meaningless, turning them all into beasts who only knew how to kill.

Sutton suddenly found his fingers twitching uncontrollably—mushroom spores were sprouting from under his fingernails! Even he was infected!

"Your Majesty!" a lame sheep cried out in terror, kneeling on the ground. "All the squads are attacking their own people!"

The battlefield situation collapsed instantly. The parasitized crossbowmen turned their crossbows around and shot their comrades through the backs, while the berserk cavalrymen trampled the infantry formations on horseback.

The soldiers that the monsters failed to kill are now dying at the hands of their own people.

"roll!"

Sutton's goat hooves crushed the skull of a madman. He removed the pure white bell hanging from his chest! It was the extraordinary treasure, the "Purifying Bell," made from the skull of a newborn lamb.

"Ding--"

The clear, resonant sound of bells echoed across the battlefield. The fungal hyphae in the soldiers' nasal cavities melted away like snow meeting fire, but the completely parasitized bodies began to swell and burst, with dazzling umbrella-shaped fungi blooming from the flesh and blood.

lost heavily!

Sutton didn't even need to take a count to know that at least half of his troops had died in the chaos, including one of his elite, a third-tier transcendental beast named Dreamless Sheep.

Meanwhile, in the nearby Black Forest, even more monsters continued to arrive.

“We can’t go any further. We need to go deeper into the forest and find the Mother.” Sutton pointed furiously into the depths of the forest where the spores were densest. “Only a monster of the fourth level or higher could control so many guards. Kill them all! We can’t let them organize another attack.”

boom! boom!
Sutton's roar was interrupted by the sudden earthquake.

He doesn't need to go looking for them.

They've arrived!

The large black umbrella guards—since they are guards, naturally there is a king they are protecting!

In the distance, a cluster of mushrooms thirty meters high collapsed with a crash, revealing a group of giant umbrella-shaped mushrooms ten meters high at the core—the pink markings on their caps twisted into the face of a charming woman, and with each breath they took, thousands of pink spores drifted out like a wedding dress.

【Queen of Enchanting Mushrooms】

Extraordinary Tier 4!
(End of this chapter)