Chapter 370: Zugmoi

Muscles twisted and knotted.

Luo De stood bare-chested in the open space; anyone who saw his strong yet naturally balanced physique would instantly know it held immense explosive power.

The ritual began.

Luo De's spirit remained steady as he swiftly shaped the pre-constructed spiritual war-soul along his spirit lines.

Compared to the previous ten-meter-tall bronze dragon war-soul, this time the Fungal Warrior Gorgon's war-soul was much smaller.

About two meters tall—not much taller than him.

Composed of rotting fungi and twisted tumors, its body layered with withered bark-like mycelial sheets, limbs like massive tree roots covered in rough bark and sharp fungal spines.

Gorgon's original height was around four meters, but because Tally's transformation magic only granted a +2 boost, it couldn't reach that size.

And because she always liked to flirt in front of Luo De, she'd tried to seduce him with this appearance, causing Luo De's constructed Gorgon war-soul to be far more attractive than before.

The tumor clusters were more harmonious; the bark and mycelia resembled armor and menacing steel spikes, making the entire form look as if clad in armor.

At least it aligned with human aesthetics.

These minor changes were harmless; it still formed a unique spiritual war-soul.

As the fox-shaped ancient mask crumbled like powder, the ritual to fix the war-soul neared its end.

"Done?"

Yuna's face lit up as she looked at Kalist.

"No, fixing the war-soul is easy for him; the key is breaking through the seventh tier—that's the crucial part."

The elf replied with a sour expression.

She appeared indifferent, arms crossed, offering a lukewarm evaluation.

But her right hand, hidden beneath her augmented arm, clenched into a fist, knuckles whitening.

"For our master, everything's simple."

The succubus was also extremely optimistic; having followed her master so long, she'd chosen to believe in him completely.

Even if he failed, it didn't matter.

I heard failing to ascend to the seventh tier causes a weak period—then wouldn't I, Tally, be able to easily overpower him, sit on his face, and do whatever I want?

Wouldn't I, Tally Lilith, turn the tables and rise from the dead fish?!

Hahaha—master, fail however you like~~ Tally will pamper you~~ I won't let you stand straight again~~

I'll make you live only on my saliva, tie you up and hang you from the ceiling!

As she thought this.

Tally's eyes turned red, her legs trembling slightly.

The clothes in her arms carried her master's scent.

Shit, I can't hold back anymore.

She pressed her plump thighs tightly together, toes curling inward.

Master~~~

Meanwhile, Luo De.

He released the spirit he'd been suppressing, letting his vast spirit flood into the spiritual war-soul.

An invisible spiritual storm erupted around him.

Spirit continuously refined, changed, and matured within the war-soul.

Then immediately returned to Luo De, simultaneously strengthening and repairing his body to adapt to the matured spirit.

Now came the slow, grinding work.

Luo De's spirit was especially abundant; this process would take no less time.

She didn't know how long had passed.

"Gorgon."

A cold voice suddenly rang in his ear.

???

Luo De opened his eyes; the spiritual storm still raged.

Outside the storm.

Kalist's sour face stared intently at him.

Yuna pressed both hands to her chest, fingers white from gripping, face filled with worry.

Tally buried half her face in his clothes, greedily inhaling his scent, rubbing her thighs together, her succubus eyes turning pink-purple and rolling upward in arousal.

No.

What are you doing, Tally?

"Gorgon!"

The call came again.

This time clearer—a woman's voice, commanding.

Low and magnetic, authoritative and inviolable.

Simultaneously, a black void appeared in the right hand of the spiritual war-soul, exerting clear psychic suction, attempting to pull Luo De inside.

But unfortunately, under the effect of 【Heaven's Will】, this suction was like an egg striking a rock.

Luo De reached out, instantly understanding the black void's function.

It wasn't Gorgon's ability—it was a deliberate link, a dimensional portal opened on him.

The one behind it, without doubt, was the woman calling Gorgon's name.

Interestingly,

This was a special spiritual technique that didn't teleport the body, but briefly summoned the spirit.

The summoned could cut the link at will, or when the time limit expired.

"Huh."

Luo De raised an eyebrow.

Spirit transformation takes time anyway—why not go take a look?

After all, if I can run, what's to fear?

He acted immediately.

Luo De relaxed his will, letting the black void suck his spirit-body inside.

Shh—

Spirit-body movement was extremely fast; the scenery ahead blurred into streaks and patterns of color.

Then, one blink.

The scene changed, and he felt solid ground beneath his feet.

Before him—a palace.

Luo De's first thought: the caller's palace.

Along the walls, decorative items cleverly crafted from fungi and wood were casually displayed; the walls bore intricate murals painted with fungal pigments, depicting the origins of each decoration.

They recorded the glorious deeds of some being.

Luo De stood on a crimson fungal carpet, tiny fungal creatures hopping and crawling around, living and thriving.

He looked ahead.

At the far end of the crimson carpet stood a throne, carved from a giant mushroom cap.

Black shadows appropriately obscured the figure seated upon it, revealing only a bundle of thick, curling pseudo-legs covered in fungi, festooned with nauseating swirling patches of gray, blue, purple, and black fungal lesions.

"Gorgon."

The woman on the throne called again.

Interestingly, she didn't recognize him as Luo De rather than the Fungal Warrior Gorgon, despite his true form now appearing.

Realizing this, Luo De smiled faintly and strode forward.

But just in case, he used 【Deception Field】 to transform himself into Gorgon's appearance.

As he drew closer, the shadow on the throne lifted like a curtain, revealing the woman's true face.

First came a stench of decay.

Then, atop the twisted pseudo-legs, a nude womanly form, full of allure.

Skin purple-black, breasts exaggeratedly high, waist slender enough to reveal the contours of her abdominal muscles.

A face as sculpted as marble, bearing hatred and malice; four fibrous, grotesque horns sprouted from her brow, moss-covered skin draped over her back and shoulders, a cloak of fungal folds forming her attire—strangely, a magnificent, eerie beauty.

Such an ugly yet beautiful body, composed of foul-smelling flat plates and curled fungal plants, was not the result of natural laws or genetics—it was pure chance.

A name surfaced in Luo De's mind.

—Fungal Lady Zugmoi.

Luo De strode forward, three steps becoming two, arriving before the throne, standing tall in Gorgon's posture.

"I, Rogorgon, am here."

He secretly cast 【Language Comprehension】, ensuring flawless communication.

Zugmoi's authoritative gaze fixed on him, clearly startled.

Then, from cold indifference, she grew intrigued.

"Is it my imagination? Gorgon, you seem more charming than ever—come closer, let me examine you properly."

(End of Chapter)