Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 53: Saint's Promise, Fungus-speaking Seagull
"(EXPLETIVE) GET UP."

An indistinct noise blew out from under the black skull mask.

The scent of incense lingering in the noses of the believers in the church seemed to turn cold in an instant. Their palms pressed to the ground felt a slight pain, and strong nerve impulses passed through their spines, causing them to unconsciously straighten their backs and straighten their legs with trembling.

The anointed members of the order were immersed in great joy and their minds were dazed. When they came to their senses, they found that they had stood up again and were standing in front of the miracle worker.

dong dong——

The bodies of the people whose bodies were controlled by the cursed power of Master Zhenming were belatedly realized, and their hearts were beating rapidly, but there was no fear on their faces.

The old priest asked, "Miracle Worker, Holy One we worship, what instructions do you have for your followers? How should we spread your gospel?"

Lin Bo turned off the voiceprint eraser and replied gently, "Take care of yourselves, maintain a good life, stay healthy and kind. If you are able, help those in need. This is my request to you."

"I, I will obey!" "Me too."

The officials, merchants, night watchmen, old fishermen and old sailors present, regardless of their status, were all immersed in the grace of miracle and tolerance.

Lin Bo looked around at the crowd, waiting for them to quiet down before continuing, "Stone Tower Town will be a peaceful and prosperous place. Do not hate or envy your neighbors and relatives, and do not tolerate their mistakes. If you encounter any difficulties, you can seek my help."

He told the believers present that if they needed a miracle to happen, they should hang a whale oil lamp on the roof, under the eaves, or in front of the door at night. This was an agreement between the saint and his believers.

"After you return, sort out the old items in your home. Pay attention to antiques and miscellaneous items that are old and have historical stories. Send them to the church for me to review and select. If I choose something useful, I will reward the contributor."

"Yes." The believers did not show any embarrassment. It was natural to offer sacrifices for their faith. Joining a religious order often meant that all personal property had to be donated to God.

The grace of miracles made them willing.

With believers actively collecting, it would be easier to obtain remnant relics in the future. This was also the main purpose of Lin Bo establishing a secret sect.

"Finally, there is one more thing."

Everyone straightened their faces and listened attentively.

The three-eyed skull said quietly, "Don't hurt the seagull."

The members of the order looked at each other, then agreed in unison.

"You can leave now." Lin Bo sat down again, "Go back to your lives."

They walked quietly before the saint one by one and bowed in worship, then walked out of the church quickly. The warm and refreshing breeze from Stone Tower Town blew, and the ointment on their foreheads emitted bursts of coolness.

The mayor stayed until the last one. After everyone else had dispersed, leaving only the old priest and the page boys cleaning the church, he quietly asked, "Saint, the current Viscount Pearl is missing. Should we send someone to Hongdu to inquire about the heir to his family's domain?"

Lin Bo said bluntly: "So you don't want the lord to change."

"Yes, the current Viscount Pearl is completely indifferent to the management of the territory, delegating power to local officials. He himself has long lived in Hongdu. If a noble who enjoys managing the territory is appointed, he may take negative actions against the good deeds of spreading the gospel of miracles in Stone Tower Town."

"That's it?"

The mayor was slightly startled, then he seemed to think about it. "Yes, even if Emperor Evin himself came, what would happen? Mortals must eventually serve miracles. No one in this land can be rude to you. I shouldn't have wasted your time."

"Go."

After the last believer had bid farewell, Lin Bo stood up, took off his mask, and returned to being the approachable and well-known lighthouse keeper.

The mysterious aura surrounding him seemed to dissipate as the mask was removed, and the church boys finally mustered the courage to look at him.

Lin Bo asked the old priest to carefully guard the items offered by the members of the order, and then waved goodbye.

The attendants' curious eyes followed him until he left the church and disappeared into the bright sunlight. When they could no longer see him, they surrounded the old priest and asked him about the miracle worker.

Lin Bo did not change his schedule and went to the usual place in the morning.

After a hurricane, the woodlands outside the town quickly came back to life.

His sampling and collection of autumn herbs was nearing completion, and he mainly spent time and effort on finding out the true names of the herbs.

Noon, East Cliff Grottoes.

This place has become a military fortress for the seagulls. The white birds bring their catches, either in their beaks or in their claws, and fly into the mushroom greenhouse in waves to offer them to the all-purpose mushroom strains.

The front courtyard of the grotto was swarming with seagulls, so many that they were standing on the waves. The little king stood on the fungus carpet and cackled loudly, while the birds in the shed stared with their large yellow eyes wide and serious.

"The sky belongs to the seagulls!" "Caw caw caw!" "White Swamp, great! Good humans, great!" "Caw caw caw!"

Lin Bo went into the greenhouse, and the seagulls on the ground moved aside to make way for him, their eyes still fixed on the little king's speech.

The fungal mat of the all-purpose fungus has completely spread out, and the nine wooden boxes of culture medium are wrapped in thick mycelium, like a wide silk quilt dragged to the ground and spreading on the tarpaulin at the bottom.

Hundreds of sea fish of all sizes were entangled and swallowed by mycelium and gradually digested and decomposed. The dead fish heads were exposed, their eyes emitting a strange light.

This scene reminded Lin Bo of a famous dish called "Looking Up at the Stars".

He touched the fungal blanket with his hand, and the mushrooms were overjoyed. "So full... so full... the bird is very obedient... the feeder is here, I love it, touch the feeder..."

The mycelium was more luxuriant and vigorous than before, and grew at an astonishing rate. It swallowed up Lin Bo's palm in an instant. The soft mycelium pressed gently on his skin, and it felt cool.

Looking at the little king standing on the fungal carpet and spreading the faith of mushrooms, Lin Bo had a strange sense of déjà vu, as if he saw the figure of the old priest.

As a cult leader, he has fewer followers than the mushrooms. When it comes to preaching, the almighty fungus can be said to have both talent and luck.

The little king saw Lin Bo and raised his right wing and waved it, "Good human, make the seagull stronger!"

The flock of birds in the shed immediately looked at the night watchman with admiration and stared at him in unison.

Lin Bo smiled and greeted the seagulls, "(magic words) Are you ready to hug the mushrooms?"

The little king translated his words, "Come all birds and accept the power of White Marsh! We are strong!"

Suddenly, there was a roar like a tsunami, and the seagulls were excited and excited.

The procedure for Limbaugh's Super Seagull transformation was very simple and straightforward.

He would cut a wound on the chest of the seagull that volunteered to sacrifice itself, recite the true names of neurons and flesh, induce the mycelium to differentiate, and allow it to enter the seagull's body through the wound.

The all-round fungus remembers the genetic information of the seagulls and regards them as good servants. Therefore, the parasitic hyphae will not completely devour the flesh and blood of the seagulls, but will replace part of their original tissues and organs to achieve deep symbiosis.

The neurons transformed by mycelium are more than the total number of seagulls' own neurons. This expands the seagulls' brain capacity and assists their thinking, thus significantly improving their intelligence.

The hyphae that penetrate the muscles and organs of the whole body build a rich vascular network. The nutrients stored in the hyphae themselves can be used as a backup energy source, which also significantly improves the endurance and recovery ability of seagulls.

After being parasitized by mycelium, the seagulls can be said to have transformed into a new life form.

The specialized parasites in their bodies have lost the omnipotent nature of the original strains and rely solely on the host's food and digestion, and are unable to synthesize some necessary nutrients.

Therefore, these super seagulls have to return to the fungal mat every once in a while to reconnect the mycelium in their bodies with their bodies, so as to obtain the special ingredients that keep the mycelium active.

If the fungal carpet is not replenished for a long time, the mycelium in the body will gradually die, and the host will not be able to survive.

In just two hours, Limbaugh had transformed over 600 seagulls that had gathered in the grotto. After all, the process was quite simple.

Once the host symbiosis is completed, the incision on the seagull's chest will spontaneously heal until only a cluster of hyphae remains, which will serve as an interface for connecting to the fungal carpet in the future.

The younger the seagulls are, the better they adapt to the parasitic mycelium. Not only do they recover faster, but their abilities also improve more significantly.

In the northern habitat where the little king and his companions live, the seagull population is far more numerous than this. In the next period of time, it will continue to bring new members and continuously expand the minions and servants of the White Swamp.

All the transformed birds can hear the murmur of mycelium in their bodies when Lin Bo touches them. They are fungus speakers and can understand the magic language spoken by the wizard. Therefore, when they receive combat pet training arranged by Lin Bo, they behave smart and docile.

"(Magic words) Go, survey the surrounding skies and become my eyes."

The Fungus-Talking Seagull spread its wings and flew towards the blue sky, rushed to the top of the cliff, and continued to climb.

In the distant Shita Town Primary School, young children looked out the window and witnessed a flock of birds rising towards the seaside, like a waterfall of frost and snow flowing against the current. They scattered evenly in the air, like a group of pure white clouds melting into the horizon.

The old teacher on the podium had gone to the window to observe the sky at some point, which scared the distracted child so much that he quickly lowered his head and pretended nothing had happened.

Qiao Lun patted the child's head and said, "Pay attention to the lesson."

The old teacher returned to the podium, scanned the classroom, and said loudly: "Young gentlemen and ladies, please remember this: don't hurt the seagulls."

The students in the class answered in unison: "I know—"

(End of this chapter)