I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 672 Sclerotia and Impurities

"Oh?"

Rhodes looked in surprise at Luca, the moon goddess, who was huddled by the tree trunk.

I almost forgot about [Despair Mycelium].

The sclerotium's feeding is very sophisticated; it even mentions the concept of the soul.

However, deities typically merge with the domain of authority to a certain extent in order to achieve immortality.

It's hard to say whether he actually possesses a soul.

"Whether it exists or not, let's try it and see. Extract it."

Luca, lying on the ground, still looked at Rhodes with fear in her eyes.

But as his pale pupils darted around, he seemed to be glancing at the succubus and elf beside him, lost in thought.

However, just as Rhodes finished speaking...

She shuddered, and a sense of detachment suddenly welled up within the stiff and uncontrollable doll-like body.

Looking down, I noticed that the wood-textured arm was covered by a fuzzy network of mycelium.

Grayish-green mold spread rapidly from the cracks in the joints of the elbows, knuckles, and wrists, covering the area like a spider web.

Milky white whiskers crawled out, trembling gently with the faint airflow like breathing.

"What the hell?!!!!"

Before Luca could finish her question, a horrifying scream erupted from her mouth.

at the same time.

The moldy mycelium and tendrils danced in the wind, cheering and leaping towards Rhodes.

Streams of green energy carrying psionic power emerged from Luca's body and flowed into Rhode's palm, slowly but steadily coalescing into a physical form.

And Luca.

The doll's entire body seemed to be lifted up by the withdrawn green airflow, hovering off the ground, its back arched backward as it screamed in agony.

Calliste's expression changed: "Are you crazy! Don't use psionic powers in Twilight Hills! It's forbidden by the Goddess of Magic!"

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm an old acquaintance of Mystra."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The elf hurriedly tried to cast a spell, but when she looked up...

The magical net-like canopy above the sky was calm and still, showing no sign of triggering the terrifying goddess's decree.

"Well?"

It's not working? Because of the forest cover?
Calliste immediately dismissed the idea; she didn't believe the goddess of magic's decree could be so easily circumvented.

After hesitating for a moment, she traced a deep blue ether on her snow-white palm.

The clouds surged up in an instant, with suppressed flashes and roars of violent magical lightning within them.

But that's about it.

It was like a teacher giving a warning to a student, all bark and no bite.

She wasn't being tactless, nor did she intend to test the limits of this goddess of magic; she immediately dissipated the etheric energy in her hands.

"How could the ban have suppressed it on its own initiative?"

The elf was taken aback. "But why? You really know Lord Mystra?"

"Of course, Mystra still has to call me Dad. When have I ever lied to you?"

Clinging to Rhodes' arm, Terry leaned her face closer: "That zombie flesh was still talking to me through the [Chain of Distant Words]."

Rod grabbed her cheek again and forcibly muted her microphone.

Terry was startled, then angrily punched his arm lightly: "Ouch! Don't scare me like that! Terry almost lost her grip!"

What can't it hold?
Rod glanced at her belly, then immediately fell silent and didn't ask any questions.

I was wondering why you were walking so slowly.
"Don't talk nonsense! Show some respect, that's a deity!"

Calliste solemnly warned, "I understand. It seems that you unintentionally assisted Lord Mystra in your battle with Asmodeus, which is why he favors you. Don't be complacent, human. The gods have limited patience. Don't take this for granted."

No one believes the truth.

Rhodes shrugged and stopped arguing.

As they spoke, the green psionic energy flow ceased, and the heavy object had fully taken shape in their palm.

The surface of the sclerotium is uneven, covered with a layer of dark brown hard shell, and a sticky black liquid seeps out from the cracked lines, like solidified asphalt.

Click!

The fissures in the sclerotium will suddenly open and close, and black mycelium will crawl out from it, curling up and wriggling to become a mycelium ball that looks like a living thing.

However, the energy of the sclerotium did not dissipate.

That is, two things!
[Sclerotium: Significantly enhances the user's energy level!]

[Power Filter Residue: Impurities in the power that could cause contamination, filtered out. Consuming this can enhance mastery of any domain, but may result in contamination from the original domain's power (the lunar domain).]

"Impurities?"

Rod pulled out the Great Cultivator's Pruning Shears.

[Effects: Impurity Removal, Toxin, Breaking Edge, Recognizing the Master, Defense Breaking, Bleeding, Paralysis, Air Blade]

Impurities removed!

The mycelium balls immediately became agitated!

It pulsates with an invisible rhythm, producing large amounts of dark red blood plasma.

The mycelium pellets thus turned into a pure, snow-white color.

[Elimination successful!]

[Primordial Authority: Filtered impurities of authority; consuming this will enhance mastery in any area!]

simple.

Rhodes took it and, without hesitation, chose to upgrade his Plague Domain.

[Some authority over the 'Plague Domain' has been strengthened.]

[Gained Domain Skill: Swarm of Carrion Flies]

[Details: Releases a swarm of decaying flies to damage enemies. Each fly has a single life and can be detonated manually.]

Not bad.

This is yet another offensive area-of-effect skill.

He glanced at Luca, the moon goddess, who lay sprawled on the ground, her pupils wide open like a dead fish.

Its energy once again plummeted, returning to about 1%, and it was barely a thread of energy left.

He laughed immediately.

Drawing lots every now and then would be perfect.

Rhodes tossed the sclerotium to Calliste: "Here, for you."

"I do not need."

The elf was initially surprised, but her face immediately turned cold when she saw that Rhodes was going to give her something again.

Elves are a race that progresses very slowly by nature; three months have passed since they advanced to the seventh rank.

Even though Rhodes occasionally gives her some nutrition, she's only at the mid-stage of the seventh rank now.

Unfortunately, she was also arrogant and pedantic, and had never wanted anything from Rod.

"Take it. The situation on the mainland is unstable right now, and we all need to improve our strength as soon as possible."

Calliste hesitated for a moment, her delicate brows furrowed, clearly struggling internally.

Rod was used to her like this, and smiled:
"Consider it as something you bought from me. Or as payment for the spells you cast for me during this time. You can't just do the work and not get paid, can you?"

"I'm not working for you, I'm working for the Windwall Forest."

"Miss Elf said with a stiff face."

At the same time, it stopped resisting and accepted the sclerotium.

"I will give you the corresponding Golden Aron based on its usage effect."

"Either is fine, it doesn't have to be Kim Aron."

Rod raised an eyebrow at her, the implication all too obvious.

Calliste stiffly turned her head away, her long ears peeking out from her hair turning slightly pink. She ignored Rhodes, snorted, and turned back to the magic treehouse.

(End of this chapter)