Wildly grown anomalous plants spread all around, forming a huge forest, making the magic of the wind and rain even more chaotic.

Although they may seem extremely small, they do wriggle slowly like living creatures, and the nearby plants, large and small, are given a strange vitality. Especially the fat leaves, which fan slowly in the wind and rain, seem to want to catch the living creatures that come close and turn them into their own nutrients.

These white plants, which spread from the base of lampposts, have a puzzling quality, almost like a whole made of countless flocculents. If they were creatures of some kind of dryad, they were too quiet, and the aggressive, manic plants tended to be more ferocious than they were - if there were so many dryads growing in the same jungle, they would have fought on their own.

Curt and Lizzie walked with the two bound sorcerers through the woodland where only the anomalous plants remained, and they had to carefully avoid the vines that appeared at their feet before they took a step. The emaciated green that crept out from beneath the white plants were like venomous snakes hiding in the shadows, ready to attack the heels of those who passed by them, and then drag them to their allies.

The further you go, the denser the white plants become. Unlike the other side that grew from the foot of the street lamp that was stored with magical power, the white layers in the vicinity were connected together, and it was almost as if you were staying on the inside of some kind of insect nest.

"Curt, look over there—there's something there. ”

With great difficulty slicing through the branches of plants that stood in his way, Curt struggled to make his way through the net. Just as he had once again cut off a white branch the size of a normal man's arm, Lizzie, who was following behind him, suddenly stopped him. and motioned for him to look at a clearing not far away.

Looking in the direction that Lizzie was pointing, Curt soon saw something hanging in the center of countless white branches. Take a closer look. It was like a "cocoon" about the size of an adult wrapped in dark green flocculents, and it was encased like a spider's web. There were also dirty slime stains all over its surface, making it impossible to touch them.

To see what it is, you must first break through the white plants that block the road. Curt pondered for a moment, then took a few quick steps and slashed the blade towards the obstacle in front of him. In an instant, the white branches that stood in front of him were sliced into pieces by the blade in his hand.

These dangerous plants, of course, were not indifferent to the attacks they were attacking, and they mobilized their branches to fight back at the iron that was being swung at them. However, these actions are meaningless in front of the magically enhanced blade, scattered like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind.

The part that leaves the main branch quickly loses its activity, and the white branch breaks into countless silk threads and then gradually shrinks. It eventually turned into a twisted black lump. The abundant magic within them escaped into the air, and was then inhaled by the thick white plant, completing a wonderful cycle.

Taking advantage of the gap cleared by Curt, Lizzie took advantage of her size to penetrate the "hedge" surrounded by white. The dim magic swirled around her, forming a sharp spiral after circle, and all the branches that tried to touch her were sliced to pieces.

It was as if a gust of wind was blowing again in the middle of a stormy night, and the magic that drifted through the air was mobilized by Lizzie's spell. They first shrink at one point, and then spread out around them as the center, and in the blink of an eye, the wind, rain, and plants around them are blown into a mess.

Three steps and two steps. The thin figure quickly burst into the white bushes. Standing in front of the strange cocoon, Lizzie reached out and touched it, and immediately let out a strange low noise - the slime stuck to the surface of the cocoon also touched her hands.

The seemingly colorless, transparent slime had a delete-like nasal odor, and while it didn't cause any substantial damage, it alone was enough for Lizzie to create a ball of water and desperately clean it up. Look at her expression. It's worse than stabbing her.

"What is this...... Isn't it a spider tennis ball?"

Curt shook off the remains of the white plant and walked over to the cocoon to examine it carefully. On a closer look, it looks a bit like a human. However, under the shell of dense decaying things, there was not the slightest breath of life activity.

It is connected by several white silk threads to the leaves of the surrounding white plants, no matter how manic wind and rain rage. The thin threads, which were only the thickness of the head, did not move. The droplets that dripped onto it were absorbed by the slime, which only made their total amount even larger.

Bite!

Seeing that Lizzie was still busy struggling with the sticky stains on her palms. Curt tentatively used his saber to lightly shave the surface of the cocoon. Unexpectedly, after the blade came into contact with the flocculent structure that he thought could be easily cut off, it was pushed away by a greater force.

"I don't know, but I think there's something in there. After a while, Lizzie finally cleaned the slime from her hands and glared at the cocoon with disgust, "But as you can see, we'll have to use some tricks to pry this shell open now. ”

As she spoke, Lizzie pulled out a knife from her kit. The handle is long and short, the blade is about the length of a human finger and is extremely thin, delicate and fragile - like a glass craft, which can be broken to pieces if you are not careful.

However, of course, this is only the appearance, in fact, this knife is as sharp as all alchemists' material cutting knives. This blade, made of characteristic metal, can easily slice through various alchemical materials, cutting them into the necessary size.

Liqi, who took out the knife, slashed twice into the air so that she could control the feel of swinging the knife beforehand. Then she took aim at the cocoon, but instead of rushing to cut it immediately, she took out a small bag of finely ground residual salt from the inner pocket of her clothes and slowly sprinkled it on the surface of the flocculent structure.

This black-gray powder is a catalyst used in necromancy - commonly known as "residual salt". It's called "salt" not because it can be used as a condiment, but because the first person to present it tasted a little salty when they "tasted it". It is said that the next day in his bed only the remnants of the decayed and unrecognizable prototypes were seen, and the stench of those things was terrifying.

This is undoubtedly a dangerous alchemy material, not to mention ordinary apothecaries, even in the laboratory, this material must be strictly managed. Even Curt couldn't tell where Lizzie got these things - but she had always asserted her legitimacy, so he had to believe that she was starting from the right way.

Airplanes......

A low buzz emanated from inside the cocoon, and the entire cocoon vibrated slightly. This "cocoon" seems to know that something is wrong with what has been spilled on him, and tries to shake off the residual salt that has stuck to his body. But its shell was so easy for these foreign objects to adhere to it, and it was not long before the surface of its flocculent structure was covered with a fine layer of black-gray powder, and suddenly it began to writhe violently as if it were dying.

Seeing this, Lizzie only smiled contemptuously, as if she had expected such a reaction. Soon, she pulled out a tube of dark green liquid about the thickness of her little finger from the inside of her clothes, and poured them all over the area corroded by the residual salt.

Chirping!

The green liquid had barely touched the outer layer of the cocoon, and a high-pitched sound could be heard from the depths of the mass. Bursts of black smoke then drifted from its corrupted shell, creating a disgusting stench. The overlapping flocculent structures leave traces of erosion.

"What the hell is this?"

Curt, who was standing on the sidelines, saw that Lizzie's actions seemed to be familiar with the way, and thought that she had already decided how to deal with the flocculent stuff. But when he saw this "cocoon" that clearly had no breath of life struggling desperately like a living thing, he couldn't help but sweat.

"Who knows? I'm just trying to dissect it...... It's funny, it's not a living thing, but it reacts like this when threatened. ”

The "cocoon" was surprisingly hard, and until now she had only managed to cut through the intricate structure of the shell by corrupting the shell's defenses with sharp blades and residual salt. Despite this, she was overly cautious in her movements, and her deliberate slowing down made her progress even more slow.

Seeing Lizzy struggling to wield the knife, Curt wanted to step forward to help her, but was stopped by her with a "give it to me" gesture. It can be seen that this is indeed a very delicate job, and Lizzie is also looking at the structure of the magic while choosing the right point of the knife.

"You should have noticed it when you tried the knife just now, right?" Feeling Curt's worried gaze, Lizzie began to explain to Curt as she continued the work at hand, "Obviously, it was just a light knock, but there was several times the force to bounce the blade open. ”

This is indeed the feeling of trying to touch the cocoon with the knife just now, and Curt was quite surprised to make up for it again, but the result was the same as the first time, and it had no effect. Although it looks soft, the flocculent that wraps up this "cocoon" has extraordinary toughness.

"I don't have any traces of the power of the spell on it, so I think the cascading flocculent structure or the material itself has the power to concentrate the transmitted power in one point and bounce back. "And you see, the residual salt after refining and grinding only softens the material, and with this knife it can only be used to cut through the surface slowly." ”

Then she sneered, like a naughty boy who had received a new toy. (To be continued!)

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