Harvest and Preparations Before Departure

Chapter 95 Harvest and Preparations Before Departure

The wormwood is excellent.

The creeping vines of Edranorus are also quite nice.

Its small body actually withstood the pressure of a torrent weighing tens of thousands of pounds.

Lynn's face lit up with joy. This was the result of his cultivation, and he wanted to take credit for it generously.

But the violently churning waves and overflowing yellow liquid inside the door made Lynn's stomach churn. His face immediately contorted with a mixture of laughter and tears, an expression of barely suppressed urges.

It's so painful, so incredibly painful.

Lynn tightened the vines and pushed the corrosive grass closer to the crevice, which quickly sealed it.

From any perspective, compared to the green bathhouse, the fermentation tank is still too heavy-handed.

The nauseating smell of the fermentation tank made Lynn, who was originally eager to find a septic tank to evolve rapidly, realize the limit of his current endurance.

He is, after all, still a human being, and he can't do anything truly outrageous.

"Thank goodness I didn't go..."

"otherwise..."

Moreover, making flying rods eat grass is already an overstepping of bounds; these creatures probably eat meat.

If you let them eat...

Lynn dared not imagine what they would become.

Lynn snapped out of her daze.

The wriggling force of the worms traveled along the door panel and the woody grass roots to the ground.

He had no intention of using his hands to support it; if the vines and the magically constructed vines all collapsed, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long either.

Getting bigger won't work either. Lynn's first thought at that moment will be to run, to run as far as he can.

After a while, the vibrations became milder, and nothing flowed out of the door anymore.

The three types of worms that had previously overflowed the doorway have all turned into the most ordinary earthworm-like life forms.

Lynn, panting, slowly filled the tiny crack in the doorway.

The scene fell silent, and the sounds from inside the door gradually subsided.

Before long, all that remained inside the door was the corroded metal and the sound of bubbles from fermentation.

He survived.

Amidst these raging waves.

After an unknown amount of time, the noise gradually subsided, and a transparent stream of light flashed past Lynn.

The remaining magical structures of the pike were escaping at an astonishingly slow pace.

But Lynn was already prepared; he hadn't lost before, and he wouldn't leave empty-handed this time either.

"Trying to escape?"

The Edranorian grass, its interfering vines reaching out, suddenly wrapped around the fleeing creature when it was at its most powerful.

The thorns pierced through its body without leaving a mark; instead, the interference of the Edranor grass caused the creature excruciating pain.

It's like a tiny magnet suspended in mid-air, controlled by a magnetic field. Even though it wasn't directly hit by anything, its movements were firmly locked in place.

"Pike, dissect him!"

The pike obeyed the command and quickly swam to its companion.

Before the pike could actually make any move, it absorbed the magic.

A notification flashed before Lynn's eyes.

The symbiotic life form "Scaled Pike," influenced by the magic of the Scaled Pike, is undergoing irreversible changes.

[Scaled Pike's traits are being changed]

Lynn took a breather.

Two, very faint streams of magic emanated from Falvi and Mary.

But they are extremely fast.

Lynn was stunned for a moment, not expecting the dogfish to have a backup plan.

No, it's not a backup plan; it's simply that it can't retract this structure.

"But how do I catch them?"

The two official wizards descended from the platform, ending Lynn's doubts.

Finn, Mary's father.

There was also a bespectacled, formal wizard whose aura was even more astonishing than Finn's.

There is no doubt that they followed Mary and Falvi from beginning to end.

Finn gently picked up Mary, leaving Falvi standing to the side. The bespectacled wizard smiled helplessly and helped Falvi up.

He examined their pupils.

Seeing that the magic in Mary's pupils had finally disappeared, Finn breathed a sigh of relief and took Lynn's hand, thanking her, "Lynn, you actually did it. You expelled the pike's magic from Mary's body. Thank you."

"Let me know if you need anything, and I can arrange it for you."

Lynn withdrew his hand and gave a polite reply.

"Definitely, definitely if needed."

Finn scratched his head and realized that he had been too excited just now.

However, he is a pragmatist; even if the process is a bit ugly, as long as the result is good, that's all that matters.

Lynn did a flawless job from start to finish.

"We have to go now, I need to let Mary get some rest."

"Okay, senior, see you later."

"See you later."

Lynn returned to the Herb Academy's private farmland. The ground still retained the warmth of the day in the autumn night.

Lynn squatted by the ground, feeling the fertilizer-nourished particles spread between his fingers.

The pike was slowly wriggling under the skin of his chest; it had just absorbed a large portion of the remaining magical structure of its kind.

Various components slowly fuse together to form something new under the influence of heat and time.

The prompt appears again.

[Heartstring Waves grants the additional trait Worm Vision: Scaled Pike can gain some vision of affected worms, consuming a small amount of mana.]

His brow twitched slightly. It was yet another operational combat skill.

"My symbiotic ability is already capable of third-person observation from the perspective of my original self."

With this new characteristic of pike, it's equivalent to gaining a much larger monitoring network in addition to its original methods of observation. Worms affected by pike become tiny sensors, transmitting information back from their surroundings.

"But what exactly is 'to a certain extent'? And how accurate is the information?"

Lynn acted immediately, releasing the Oasis Worm form and then the Flying Rod.

Cast a spell on the two worms, and wait for them to fly several hundred meters away.

He patted the dogfish on the shoulder and said, "Dogfish, if the Oasis Vanguard Worm and the Flying Rod can detect humans, just nod."

A few minutes later, the pike's head twitched slightly, and then it nodded.

Lynn spotted the guy from a distance.

It is a human being.

Very good, the delay in information transmission is very short, and it can at least distinguish between humans and non-humans.

Both of these points are very practical.

He then continued, "Pike, if the Oasis Vanguard Worm and Flying Rod detect humans wearing blue clothes, just nod."

The pike shook its head without hesitation.

Color? No good?

Expected.

Lynn stood up and, after several tests, gained a basic understanding.

From the pike's perspective, colors are blurry.

The outline barely has a shape.

However, the amount of mana can be sensed by the Oasis Vanguard.

Considering the mobility of Flying Stick and Oasis Vanguard.

It's already quite practical to have reached this level.

"Not bad, not bad, I'm one step closer to fully automated combat with symbiotic life forms."

Lynn clapped his hands, and the matter of the pike was over.

There's still some time left.

Lynn thought about the inefficiency of covering too many creatures during battle.

"Who is the symbiotic life form that can't always be thinking about fighting?"

"It seems I need to develop my transformation ability more systematically."

Many organisms are not so useful for specific purposes, but more combinations may bring more choices.

At the Pike Research Institute, Finn and Wertheimer were discussing something while staring into the eyes of a pike.

"Wertheimer. You are a certified wizard of both the Worm School and the School of Awareness. Can you explain its residual consciousness? This is something not found in the records. I think it has considerable value."

He held the remnant magical structure, which had already been contained, in one hand and raised it in front of Wertheimer.

Wertheimer took it and examined it closely. At the same time, the light shining from the distant window fell on the transparent substance.

He looked at it over and over again, his gaze behind his glasses becoming increasingly focused.

Before coming here, he had already done a lot of research. Now, faced with this special sample, he instinctively thought of his mentor's theory.

"The aura of control magic—let me think about this structure. He cast a long-lasting control spell on himself."

"The effect? ​​The effect is! It allows me to replenish my magic power—let me see—and it seems that as long as I guide the worm to reproduce and receive its feeding, it can maintain its structure."

"To obtain nutrition and prolong life? Isn't that the same as ordinary living things?" Finn's voice tightened.

“No,” Wertheimer shook his head, raising the sample a little higher, “it cannot multiply. Besides, commanding a dying self to find a new source of magic is not something every spell can do.”

The more vague and primitive the awareness of the goal, the better the effect, and this is not just a saying.

The dying pike actually fulfills two enhancement conditions better than the little girl.

Of course, the two wizards were unaware of this.

Wertheimer explained, "You know, with our school of spiritual insight having such a deep understanding of human psychology, even a formal wizard-level spell can only cause a brief moment of lucidity in a recently deceased apprentice or higher..."

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