Chapter 251
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Chapter 251: Who Played Games on the Intranet?
The swarm of insects marching ahead produced a dense, rustling sound beneath their feet. These Second Level insects showed no interest in the skirmishes of lower-level extraordinary beasts.
As long as they remained undisturbed, nothing seemed capable of halting their relentless advance.
Fulan, spotting the three-headed extraordinary beast before her—a creature larger than two humans combined—let out a fierce meow and leaped into the air.
Her body underwent a rapid transformation mid-flight, as the bloodline from the mycelium ecosystem awakened within her.
In the mere two or three seconds between her leap and landing, Fulan’s body expanded dramatically, resembling a tiger with an unusual coat more than a cat.
As Fulan landed, a deep, guttural roar rumbled from her throat.
At that moment, she appeared fearsome, embodying the typical ferocity of extraordinary beasts, though her head tilted slightly, as if evading something unseen near her neck.
Amidst the bewildered gazes of numerous low-level extraordinary beasts, Fulan clashed fiercely with the three wolves.
Despite possessing a human-like intellect and the ability to think rationally, Fulan chose to rely on brute strength among these instinct-driven beasts.
In this world, logic held no sway; only by overpowering others could one avoid subjugation.
The two massive furballs tumbled across the ground. As a standout among First Level beasts, the three wolves lacked the typical venomous abilities of their kind, relying solely on raw power.
Fulan and the wolves alternated between pouncing on each other with gnashing teeth and circling one another in a tense chase. Occasionally, their collisions sent shockwaves through the surrounding big trees, causing oddly colored leaves to cascade down.
The Green Cocoon Extraordinary Beasts at the rear of the Beast Pack slowed their pace, trailing the main force while keeping a watchful eye on the battle.
Soon, the fight reached its conclusion.
Though the three-headed wolf boasted three heads, Fulan’s agility allowed her to dart around, overwhelming the wolf heads and causing several noticeable collisions.
Under the combined force of their impacts and Fulan’s relentless attacks, the three wolves entered a state akin to a concussion, their movements growing sluggish.
Delayed attack! Fulan unleashed a delayed attack!
With this unprincipled technique, Fulan emerged victorious, though notions of honor were scarce among extraordinary beasts.
Planting a front paw firmly on the three-headed wolf’s skull, Fulan surveyed her surroundings. The surrounding extraordinary beasts, cowed by the instinctual pressure of her lineage, averted their gazes, unwilling to meet her eyes.
Seeing no further challengers, Fulan raised her head and strode forward, while the three wolves lay groaning on the ground before eventually rising on their own.
Though they had lost their position as the leader, settling for second place was still manageable.
The Beast Pack continued its march, seemingly unchanged.
After hours of relentless progress, Fulan, leading the Green Cocoon Extraordinary Beasts, felt the weight of immense pressure.
This path was perilous; even as the leader of the expendable, she remained just that—expendable.
The city defense cannons would not spare her based on her rank within the Beast Pack.
She needed to devise an escape from this dire situation… Ideally, she would dismantle the entire offensive, but such a feat was nearly impossible for Fulan.
The least desirable option was self-preservation; Fulan was confident that a cautious escape could secure her survival, though it was an outcome she loathed.
After much deliberation, Fulan slowed her pace and gradually drew closer to the three wolves.
This move startled the extraordinary beast trailing behind her.
Despite their recovery abilities, the three wolves were still marred by blood and scars, some wounds deep enough to reveal glimpses of bone. Among extraordinary beasts, there were no friendly matches.
"Awooo~"
The closest head of the three wolves emitted a sound of surrender and then moved heavily toward the other two heads, as if trying to escape from something terrifying.
Fulan did not overreact; she simply signaled to the three wolves that she had no intention of doing anything. Then, under their gaze, she shrank her body once more and disappeared into the Beast Pack.
This action did not attract much attention, partly because the extraordinary beasts had brains that were already small but became even more diminished under the influence of mycelium, leaving them with very little thinking ability.
On the other hand, their hearts were filled with fear of the warrior.
Fulan weaved through the extraordinary beasts, getting smaller and smaller until she returned to her original unnoticeable form.
She concealed her presence, twisting and turning to vanish between the legs and tails of the extraordinary beasts.
After a while, Fulan appeared at the back of the group.
Even the lowest-level Green Cocoon Extraordinary Beasts had a certain hierarchy of disdain among them.
Those at the very back were undoubtedly the lowest of the low.
Fulan looked up and saw a few battle-damaged extraordinary beasts.
Some were missing heads, some were missing legs—together, they were a group that couldn’t form a complete being.
Fulan thought about it for a moment, confirmed her lines, and leaped onto the headless wolf-like creature.
Her body was small now, allowing her to hitch a ride without affecting the other beast.
Fulan stepped on the blood-stained fur of the extraordinary beast, climbed up to its ear, and gently raised its drooping ear with a paw, whispering beside it:
"Have you heard of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult?"
"Aw?"
The remaining head responded with confusion.
Fulan felt she had made a mistake—
She was communicating with an extraordinary beast using human language; it was no wonder the beast felt perplexed. If the extraordinary beast’s mind were just a bit more normal, it would likely have sent many inquiries her way.
After contemplating for a while, Fulan ultimately decided to connect to the mycelium intranet.
She closed her eyes, feeling the battle between the blood and the mycelium granted to her by Lin Qingliu inside her body, adjusting the delicate balance between the two.
After consciously suppressing some of the blood’s power, Fulan felt a wave of dizziness; it was as if her mind was shrouded in a net made of mycelium, with everything around becoming a bit blurry.
But at the same time, Fulan sensed that her connection with the will of the mycelium had strengthened. Compared to before, where she could only download without uploading, after sacrificing a portion of her reasoning, the mycelium intranet had clearly opened up more permissions for her.
Thus, Fulan searched for the glowing dot belonging to the disabled extraordinary beast beneath her in the invisible biological field covered by the mycelium and sent the message she wanted to convey toward that glowing dot with her consciousness.
"Meow! (Have you heard of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult?)"
