Let go of that monster girl!

The small lime bombs streaked through the air, tumbling and falling into the darkness.

A three-meter-long metal box is nothing more than a tiny dot to a three-hundred-meter-long behemoth.

Extremely dangerous little spots.

The little lime bomb landed on the giant's head.

thump.

All the mouse girls held their breath in anticipation.

The world has been illuminated.

The small lime bomb exploded on the head of the fungal behemoth, and the red and green flames instantly expanded into a huge fireball, tearing the behemoth's head into countless fragments at the center of the explosion.

A mushroom cloud rose from the epicenter of the explosion, with red and green flames and gray-white smoke swirling together as it shot into the sky.

The massive flames ignited the surrounding dense cloud of spores.

Starting from the head of the fungal behemoth, the ignited cloud of spores exploded along the behemoth's body.

Flames engulfed the entire 300-meter-long structure from head to tail, causing every mushroom to burst under the intense heat and every segment of mycelium to burn in the flames.

A devastating dust explosion shockwave swept outwards from the epicenter, instantly tearing the withered forest into pieces and forcing the Cheese River to overflow to the west.

The Rat Girl Train didn't overturn, but several militia rats were blown off the train and rolled twice on the ground.

The militia rats on the ground got up, rubbing their sore bottoms, and raised their heads.

The remains of the fungal behemoth were burning all over, and its 300-meter-long body had been broken into several pieces.

The head had completely disappeared, leaving only a charred stump emitting thick smoke.

It collapsed to the ground with a crash, and the earth trembled one last time.

Then everything fell silent.

Chapter 93 The Mushroom-Picking Little Mouse Girl

A long line of rat girls snaked out from the direction of the fungal behemoth's remains.

Each mouse held a handful of colorful mushrooms in its hands—red, purple, pink, and blue—that shimmered with a faint fluorescent glow.

Moren stood at the front of the line, wearing a plague doctor's bird-beak mask, and his clothes were carefully wrapped with layers of lacquered cloth.

It looks exactly like a bird mummy from Egypt.

But there's nothing we can do; fungal spores are harmless to rat girls, but deadly to humans.

The first mouse girl hopped up, holding several fist-sized orange-red mushrooms in her hands, her round ears swaying excitedly from side to side.

"Your Excellency, is this poisonous?"

"It's poisonous; if you eat it, you'll bleed immediately."

The mouse stuck out her tongue and obediently put the mushroom into the basket on the left.

The second mouse ran up carrying a pink, round-headed mushroom.

"Is this poisonous, squeak?"

"It's poisonous; if you eat it, you'll immediately spit out milk."

The mouse girl scratched her little head, looked down at her flat chest, and still put the mushroom ball into the basket on the left.

The next mouse was holding a limp, purple mushroom.

"What about this one?"

"It's poisonous, but it won't kill you if you eat it, it's just not very safe for me."

The mouse girls blinked in unison, indicating their incomprehension.

Molen coughed behind the bird-beak mask without offering any explanation.

The next mouse girl came up carrying a flat, grayish-white mushroom.

"what about this?"

"It's not poisonous. The rat girl can eat it, but the dog girl will die immediately if she does."

The mouse girl's eyes lit up, and she immediately stuffed the grayish-white mushroom in her hand into her mouth, chewing it happily a couple of times.

Then her face contorted in pain, and she suddenly spat out everything in her mouth.

"It's so bitter, ouch..."

"Just because it's not poisonous doesn't mean it tastes good."

A mouse girl riding a giant cargo rat slowly walked over from the side of the procession. Several large bamboo baskets hung on each side of the giant rat, and the mouse girl riding on it directed the other mouse girls.

"The poisonous mushrooms are on the left, and the non-poisonous ones are on the right! Don't sneak to eat them or feed them to Miss Lime!"

Where is Miss Lyme?

"She's been spoiled by being fed too much. The Baron said not to let her out before tomorrow."

The rat girls showed a hint of disappointment.

Molen glanced at the little guys in the group who had just been trying to stuff mushrooms into their mouths.

The shimmering, iridescent lime seems to still be right before my eyes.

He bent down and pulled the pink, pointed mushroom from the left basket, comforting the mice:

"Just because you can't eat it doesn't mean it's useless."

"For example, when you want to drink milk, you can grind it up and throw it to the giant cargo rats or those foxes."

The giant cargo rat next to them seemed to understand; its chubby head turned around, and its tiny, beady eyes were filled with terror.

In the distance, the remains of the fungal behemoth lay on the ground, a charred hill.

Scattered embers still clung to the skeleton, with charred mushroom remains and broken stones piled together.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt mushrooms.

Within just one day, fine white mycelium began to spread on the surrounding ground.

Colorful little mushrooms sprouted from the mycelial nodes, some as small as a fingernail, others already half a mouse's height, shimmering with a faint fluorescence.

From a distance, it turned out to be an unexpectedly adorable little forest of fungi.

Every footprint left by the giant fungal beast sprouted a patch of small mushrooms, which connected to form a shimmering path from south to north.

The mouse train is traveling through a band of light, with short, fluorescent mushroom bushes lining both sides of its wheels.

The rat girls squatted in twos and threes at the edge of the giant beast's footprints, picking mushrooms.

The mouse girl lay down at the edge of the footprint and looked down, then stood up and spread her arms to show how long each footprint was—it was as long as ten mice.

"Squeak, what a big foot..."

Life and death, decay and fluorescence.

Of course, if the spore-spraying of the fungal behemoth hadn't been interrupted in time, this small fungal grove wouldn't be so "cute" now.

North of the remains of the fungal behemoth.

The mine rats were fully armed, each carrying a pickaxe and chisel, with small hammers tucked into their waistbands.

The fluorite lamp on the helmet shone brightly, illuminating the charred hill in front of them.

"The Baron said we're in charge of mushroom picking, squeak!"

"Squeak!"

The mine rats rushed forward with their tools, their picks digging into the cracks in the rocks, their chisels breaking apart the sticky mycelium, and dismantling the outer layer of the remains piece by piece.

The corpses inside were mostly reduced to fragile ashes. The large rock was turned over by three mining rats, and a strong, acrid smell wafted out of the cavity underneath.

"It stinks!"

But this fungal behemoth was undoubtedly fully cooked.

If it weren't for that intense roasting over a large fire and then simmering over a low flame to reduce the liquid, the entire fungal beast would have already disintegrated.

Cleaning up such a large mountain, a mix of rocks and mushrooms, is quite a hassle.

The mouse girls dismantled the remains of the fungal behemoth like ants carrying a mountain, carefully picking and sorting various mushrooms.

The large rocks were broken into smaller pieces, loaded onto the Rat Girl Train, and transported back to fill the large pits left by the collapse mining.

Soon the mine rats removed a large layer of stone slabs from the giant beast's chest, revealing its charred internal organs.

The bizarre structure, woven from countless dissolved and fused corpses and mycelium, was exposed to the glowstone light, most of which had been charred and carbonized.

The organic material that originally filled it has shrunk and collapsed, leaving cavities of varying sizes, the largest of which is as big as a room.

"Is this the lung of a fungal beast?"

Several mining rats peered into the cavity from the edge, their voices echoing within.

"Almost, but you can't think of it using the structure of a normal organism."

Molen walked to the side and looked up at the carbonized pipe-like structures.

A simple piece of trivia: the main body of fungi is underground hyphae.

As for the mushrooms on the ground...

It is a fungus called mushroom.

Ok.

The entire fungal behemoth can be understood as a giant mushroom.

Moren turned to look in the direction of Flower Town. The small patches of mushroom forest scattered after the giant beast trampled over the ground had now formed a sparse band of light.

The fluorescent mushroom clusters flickered in the darkness, and the mouse girl train traveled back and forth through the bands of light.

The giant beasts may lie dormant underground for years or even decades.

Until a suitable opportunity arose, the seeds of a new fungal forest were sown.

A scene flashed through Moren's mind.

During a particularly disastrous month, the ground of the entire fungal forest cracked open simultaneously, and one after another, giant fungal beasts rose from the earth.

As we head north amidst the swirling mushroom dust, the mushroom forests spread and expand in their wake, turning everything in their path into fungal soil.

A chill ran down my back.

It seems a bit scary.

Well, if we blow up this giant beast south of the hill, at least one fungal giant beast won't just crash into the hill if that day ever comes.

Moren withdrew his gaze and turned to face the mine rats surrounding the wreckage.

"Dissect the mycelium at the joints; those are the most useful."

"Also, dig out all the meat and oil jars used for growing nutritious mushrooms and bring them all here."

"It will be of great use."

Chapter 94 Braised Baby Mushrooms

The alchemical rats surrounded the large iron pot, each holding a large iron ladle taller than itself.

Standing on the stool, he used all his strength to stir the bubbling liquid in the pot.

They wore all sorts of masks on their heads, some with a pointed mouth cut out of cardboard and tied to their faces.

Some sewed an ugly cat head mask out of cloth, while another simply put a funnel upside down on its head and tied it with a rope.

It looks cute and funny.

There's no particular reason; I just thought the Baron looked handsome in his mask, so I wore one too.

"Why does it smell delicious after cooking?"

A greedy alchemical rat couldn't resist. It scooped a spoonful of the brownish-yellow broth from the side of the pot, blew on it to cool it down, and then took a small sip.

Her face instantly contorted into a grimace, and tears welled up in her eyes.