Chapter 303: Chapter 160: Crystalization and Shadow Scale Further Upgraded, Mechanism Quest

BZZZT—

A familiar fluctuation of energy materialized in the air before him.

The next moment, a long, amethyst spear—nearly identical in appearance to the Star-Piercing Spear in his hand—condensed out of thin air!

The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, impossibly fast!

Lin Ye’s eyes lit up instantly.

WHOOSH!

The amethyst spear let out a sharp whistle as it tore through the air, transforming into a streak of purple light that viciously plunged into the cave wall opposite him!

SCHLICK!

Before the sharp tip of the amethyst spear, the hard rock wall was as fragile as tofu.

The spear buried itself more than halfway into the stone!

’It’s gotten stronger!’

’The [Crystalization] skill is so much stronger than before!’

Lin Ye knew perfectly well that before his breakthrough, he could have never condensed such a massive amethyst creation at this speed.

Back then, the amethyst constructs he used for attacks were mostly crystal spears less than half a meter long or vast numbers of crystal needles.

But the move he had just executed was almost a perfect replica of the desperate, life-or-death killing blow that the Crystal Spirit Race fledgling had used in the Illusion Realm.

That was the very attack that had pierced straight through his heart.

Now that he had confirmed that the three temporary skills he possessed could all be further enhanced following his realm breakthrough, Lin Ye’s brow finally relaxed completely.

[Silk Puppet], [Crystalization], and [Shadow Scale].

Each of these three skills held immense potential.

He was quite curious to see what kind of earth-shattering changes would occur once they were all strengthened to the limits of the Gang Condensation Realm.

Lin Ye gazed at the large pile of Source Crystals still before him, his eyes glinting with excitement.

...

「A little over ten minutes later.」

Lin Ye let out a satisfied burp.

He had consumed every last Source Crystal in the cave.

He stood up and walked out of the cave.

The sight of severed limbs and mangled flesh covering the ground met his eyes, and the thick stench of blood washed over him.

Lin Ye’s gaze swept over the corpses of the other races—those whose forms were still barely discernible—and a faint, dark glint flickered in his eyes.

The next moment, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Of the eleven mutilated corpses on the ground, eight suddenly began to twitch violently, as if invisible threads were tugging at their flesh and bone.

They staggered up from the pools of blood and then, in perfect unison, turned toward Lin Ye, knelt on one knee, and bowed their heads deeply.

A sense of submission and reverence originating from the depths of their souls was clearly transmitted to Lin Ye’s Spirit through the mycelial connection.

The upgraded [Silk Puppet] no longer required him to issue any complex commands.

Each of these husks, now completely overrun by the mycelium, seemed to possess a rudimentary, independent intelligence. They held absolute loyalty to him—the source of the mycelium, their one and only king.

Lin Ye issued a command.

The eight puppets, their bodies still riddled with horrific holes, immediately stirred into action.

They autonomously moved toward the three corpses of their kin that had not been "resurrected" and opened their mouths wide.

Innumerable thick, black mycelial threads shot out from their mouths like hungry tentacles, instantly enveloping the three bodies.

A series of gruesome tearing and chewing sounds filled the air, enough to set one’s teeth on edge.

The flesh, sinew, and bone—every useful tissue—of the three corpses were devoured and absorbed by the mycelium, which then precisely used the material to patch the wounds on the eight puppets.

The entire process was so grotesque and twisted it would have been enough to drive any normal person insane.

Lin Ye, however, remained expressionless.

’Evil?’

’Perhaps in the eyes of others, my current actions are no different from those of a legendary necromancer.’

’But I don’t care.’

’This cannon fodder, absolutely loyal and unafraid of death, is the most perfect subordinate I could ask for right now.’

Soon, the three corpses were completely consumed, leaving not even a sliver of bone behind.

And the wounds on the eight puppets had mostly healed.

Though ugly, stitched-up scars remained on their bodies, the aura they exuded was far more powerful than that of the three scouts Lin Ye had previously created.

With a thought, Lin Ye commanded them.

The three new Eight-armed Race puppets and five Stone Ghost Race puppets on the field instantly paired off and began to fight.

"ROAR!"

A Stone Ghost Race puppet opened its maw, unleashing an invisible sonic shockwave.

Meanwhile, an Eight-armed Race puppet swung its multiple arms, its fists creating a gale that completely blocked the sonic attack.

Although their movements were still somewhat stiff and sluggish, each move and stance was methodical, demonstrating considerable combat prowess.

Lin Ye closed his eyes and immersed the majority of his consciousness into the body of the strongest elite Eight-armed Race puppet.

The instant he took personal control, the puppet’s movements suddenly became several times more fluid. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

All sense of stiffness and sluggishness vanished.

Lin Ye controlled it to dodge and weave, its six arms a blur of afterimages, its fists as swift as the wind.

Its combat strength had already recovered to about fifty percent of what it was in life!

Lin Ye returned his consciousness to his own body. He sheathed the Star-Piercing Spear on his back and mimicked the stance of the elite Eight-armed Race warrior, striking a pose.

He threw out both fists, leaving trails of afterimages in their wake.

After just a moment of controlling it, he had already learned most of the alien’s fighting techniques.

’Unfortunately, with only two arms, my version lacks the overwhelming pressure of a six-armed assault.’

Just then, an idea came to him.

Lin Ye once again immersed his consciousness into the elite Eight-armed Race puppet.

He tried to delve deep into the mycelial network, searching for this husk’s residual memory fragments.

Countless fragmented, chaotic images and sounds surged into his mind like a tidal wave.