Chapter: 678
After a moment, the arc of energy between them normalized and was ready for use.
Despite being small, it hummed with power fiercely and sparked brightly, creating shadows of the mushrooms around him, even in the sunlight.
Slowly, he brought the arc down onto the tendril as it wickedly crackled between his fingers.
Even then, the tendril resisted for a moment before it sizzled, bloated, and melted all at once.
The tendril was easily cut, right before it even had the chance to begin to reel in its victim.
Number Three quickly stored the precious blue arc stones away, stashing them back into the hidden armour compartment before attempting to pull the tendril out from his armour.
Unfortunately it didn’t come loose.
He guessed it was wedged pretty tightly into some small crack somewhere behind his shoulder, as it simply wouldn’t break free, and soon he stopped pulling as he didn’t want to risk damaging his armour.
“Hmh. Another job for another peasant.” he grunted with a shrug.
If they made a mistake, they would be the ones to be punished, so if anyone were to damage it then it was better off some worthless peasant suffer for it, so he thought.
Unbeknownst to Number Three, the tendril wasn’t wedged into his armour at all. As he walked away, he was oblivious to a red patch of the fruit plastered right in the middle of his back.
For now though, he ignored the tendril hanging somewhere off his back and continued his mission.
“Now…” he gazed across the desert, as he stood near the bone pile as looked towards the trail of bones leading to the forest.
“That way.” he nodded, stepping towards the forest.
As he pushed through some more tendrils, he failed to notice the fruit again.
Why would he be wary of the fruit anyway? So far, the only things attacking him were some strange lizards adding red plaques to his legs which were underground for the most part.
This time, one of them attached to his shoulder and burst, sending the rampant red growth over his armour and solidifying.
His military training activated again and he swung his sword with a quick spin, ready for whatever was attacking him.
“Dammit.” he thought.
Sensing no danger, he took a moment to see what was no tugging on him, and as he suspected, another tendril – though this time he realised it was stuck to his armour.
This was not the only tendril now attached to him either.
When span and flashed his sword, he made a grave mistake. He had turned and shifted his body into even more of the fruit – all of them attached to tendrils, and all of them sticking to his armour.
“Hm. A minor hindrance.” he thought, though more annoyed than anything.
Without panicking, he calmly opened the hidden armour compartment again and took out the blue arc stones once more.
These stones had to be mended by the armour after each time they were used, which is why they were in the compartment to begin with. Each of these were engraved gems, and having such tiny engravings gave them tremendous value.