Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 341 The Mage Returns, the Green-Skinned Calamity

There are less than 24 hours left before the maximum time spent in the instance.

All the players are doing well. Since joining the [Sanctuary] faction, everyone has worked together to promote creep, plant greenskins, and absorb refugees, displaced people, and tribes with backward social systems, resulting in a steady increase in the faction's territory, population, and army.

There was no backstabbing or intrigue, and no players chose to join the Chaos faction.

Those who remained in the rainforest built the player's main city, or Stranger Street, for weary travelers to rest and for locals who came on pilgrimage to relax.

From the air, Lin Bo saw a small but bustling neighborhood with guesthouses, markets, and leisure squares, teeming with people. There was also a nature reserve for animals, separated by low fences.

The monk had no house of his own, and he left no dwelling place in this world. Therefore, the pilgrims are at a loss here, breathing the air that the gods once exhaled, and gathering to worship by the trees where he once sat cross-legged. Apart from these, they can find no sacred objects to entrust their faith to.

Ironclad followed the Mechanist, assisting him and learning how to upgrade its own equipment. Lin Bo had created a magic-powered computer core for it, and through long periods of contemplation, Ironclad's intelligence gradually became more agile. It could be said that it possessed a soul attached to magic energy.

It was keen to upgrade its own body, transforming its appearance from a cold, mechanical image like a sword guard into a primate like a baboon or monkey. This transformation made Iron Guard feel comfortable, and it sensed a near-happy emotion from the magic energy neural network.

The little seagull preaches on the fungal carpet every day, surrounded by fungal creatures, and not just animals, because even intelligent beings such as humans, dwarves, gnomes, orcs, and elves have begun to accept this power.

They covered their wounds with mycelium either because of poverty and lack of medicine, or out of curiosity about the form of the fungal master, or out of a pursuit of power.

The omnipotent bacteria are actually very dangerous organisms, with the potential to cause planetary disasters, assimilate all life, and absorb all nutrients and energy.

However, the fungus master was a good child. They kept in mind the teachings of the Lighthouse Master, carefully restrained their biological instincts, accepted all life, and integrated into the natural cycle of matter.

After receiving the blessing of mycelium, these intelligent beings embark on a fast track to the path of psychic energy. By simply connecting the mycelium within their bodies to the vast fungal carpet, they can join a peaceful and harmonious mental network. There, people can communicate with each other without language, there is no hunger or fatigue, and they can create wonders with their thoughts.

Soon, some people discovered the potential of their souls, generating faint but real psychic energy. This power helped them resist void radiation and chaotic moonlight, greatly reduced the malicious whispers that haunted them day and night, and clarified their minds, making them less irritable and suspicious.

More and more people joining the Gu Yu system can hear faint, high-pitched sermons coming from afar, narrating the greatness of the azure sea, the preciousness of life, and praising the outstanding achievements of "good humans".

This voice was transmitted throughout the world through the psychic connections between the mycelium, captivating those who had already coexisted with it. They revered this voice as the Great Pope, the Azure Sea as a god, "Good Humans" as saints, and of course, the one who bestowed the mycelium spores as the supreme god.

As the fungal carpets spread and merged across the planet like ocean-colored spots, the scattered fungal whisperers were also connected through the psionic network, sharing a common destiny. Their thoughts could travel across the earth via the mycelium, reaching distant places inaccessible by foot, making contact with companions from all directions, and finally witnessing the true face of the High Priest—

A smug white seagull.

The naive beliefs of the Fungi Whisperers were thus shattered. Some of them turned to saints and gods above, while others focused on the path of psychic powers, no longer disturbed by the complexities of ideology.

Lin Bo returned to the camp and stopped in front of the houseboat, startling the nearby crowd.

"The mage is back!" "Mage, we've been waiting for you! Hurry up and take care of those greenskins you've been raising! They're almost too much for the Chaos faction to handle!"

Players gathered in droves, some greeting each other with smiles, others pouring out their troubles.

Lin Bo checked the current faction information.

[Shelter]
Leader: Lighthouse Keeper
Population: 6,501,540
军队：344，244（绿皮苦工）；201，841（绿皮平民）；6304（绿皮技师）；5410（软泥怪）；1752（绿皮萨满）；5（绿皮英雄）
Support rate: 71%
Land area: 3445 million square kilometers

As the creep expands, the territory grows rapidly. Even though many parts are located in other countries and are not considered under actual control, they are still included in the statistics because wherever the creep master's will is, that is the jurisdiction of the [Sanctuary].

A large number of people from various races who follow vassal players are considered members of the faction. In order to maintain support, everyone has gone to great lengths to promote technology, improve the living standards of ordinary people, and spread culture and entertainment in order to win people's hearts.

The support for the Greenskins is not a concern, but due to the accelerated growth of creep, their population has exploded. Now they are more troublesome than the Chaos Demons, having split into five clans that fight every day, and the intensity of the war is increasing daily.

Even greenskins that fight each other can be incorporated into the same psionic network. Their intelligence level is constantly improved through repeated coercion and extensive communication and integration. The longer they live, the more cunning and shrewd they become.

Most of the Orks have mastered psionic skills and can forge the weapons they need at any time. Specialized technicians have begun to build psionic-powered heavy production machinery, smelt metals, and forge advanced equipment such as individual power armor, war colossi, tanks, and bomber airships.

The mighty raging psychic energy can gather the power of all the greenskins, distorting the laws of reality and allowing them to create all sorts of strange mechanical tools that make people exclaim, "Physics doesn't exist!" Such as guns that can fire ammunition of any caliber, and off-road vehicles that can glide at low altitudes with two fins attached.

A single Chaos Egg can't recruit troops from the Void as quickly as the Orks can mass produce troops. Elite Demons can easily slaughter Orks that outnumber them by dozens of times, but once the Orks start to wear armor, the casualty ratio becomes 1:10, or even lower.

The embryo near the Fungal Forest survived for four weeks before being destroyed by the greenskins, who then began fighting amongst themselves. With the mage "leader" absent, a strong greenskin rose to power and became the new warlord.

They completely disobeyed the orders of other players. If they weren't afraid of the little seagulls, they might have taken over the base camp directly. Even so, these greens still stole many dungeon-limited items, such as the Master Forge and the Soil's Blessing Spring.

After listening to his companions' stories, Lin Bo had a clear understanding of the current situation.

So he went to the battlefield of the Greenskins' great brawl.

Looking down at the vehicles of the five green-skinned warlords, the mage softly chanted the true name of the magnetic field. An invisible force tore through the metal, lifting the large green-skinned warriors clad in power armor like chicks and gathering them in front of him.

"Who?! I'll tear you apart!" the young green-skinned warlord roared, his voice shaking the clouds.

"Boss...you're not dead?" The eldest green-skinned warlord turned pale with fright.

Lin Bo smiled, "Looks like I need to find you guys something to do. How about we attack the moon?"

(End of this chapter)