In a cave filled with mud and mushrooms, a large clean pool flows in the center of the fungus forest.

Gleaming phosphorescent fungi cover the ceiling and stone walls of the cave, forming strange constellations that contrast with a dark rift ahead and a small cave shrouded in mist.

The old and skinny Myconid King Bastiffe stood on the only dry spot: the central mound.

In its deep eyes, it looked sadly at the small cracks rising from the cave floor far away from the forest glade, and at the many giant mushrooms.

This is the main habitat of their fungus colonies. They have reproduced in the lightless forest for countless generations and have maintained an unchanging lifestyle.

In quiet and peaceful days, this place has always been a place where myconids gather together for large-scale meditation.

Unfortunately, such activities have become increasingly rare.

Another myconid king, Philo, is promoting the upcoming celebration to his tribe.

Although the uninfected mushrooms had a vague feeling about this matter, they were still happy and excited about the upcoming ceremony, and they walked involuntarily towards the wedding venue.

In the name of the great Lord of Fungi, Boslophel, it must do its best to prevent the Myconids from being corrupted.

Fortunately, there is hope for the aphotic woodlands.

Bastif believes that with the help of those surface adventurers, they can help it fight the influence of the Fungus Queen and drive her back to the bottomless abyss.

"My king..."

The leader of the hunter association, Luobam, sent a message in the heart of the Myconid King: "All the tribesmen in the entire forest have been gathered here, but..."

The leader of the association paused slightly, and then said in a sad tone, "In addition to the members of the Master Association, there are also a small number of tribesmen who have been affected by the demon's contaminated spores and have been completely corrupted. We cannot stop it and have to take tough measures.

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"That's all we can do..." The Myconid King sighed softly in his heart.

The myconid family advocates simplicity, sharing joy, and relying on the perception and insight generated by their own thoughts to live in the fungus forest in the dark area.

Due to their innocent character and unique way of empathy, as well as their fungal biological nature, many tribesmen are extremely vulnerable when faced with the corrupted infection of the fungus queen Zugmoy.

Standing on the high platform, the Myconid King couldn't help but feel sad as he looked at the tribesmen below who were becoming more and more uncontrolled, indulging in the fungus queen's recurring saprophytic and crazy transcendental dreams.

They are promoting all this with childlike ignorance, seeing the corruption of all life as a carnival of wonder and pleasure, and simply cannot understand the fact that they are immersed in evil.

"We must not let our allies fall into crisis." The Myconid King ordered the leader of the association beside him.

The golden elf Severil confidently assured it that he would definitely be able to deal with the lich hiding deep in the forest.

And the half-elf Brian, who knew their myconid clan thoroughly, was willing to take on the most dangerous task and chose to face the fungus queen living in Yogmoogu Palace.

These kind-hearted adventurers from the surface have fought against the most deadly enemies for their myconids, and they must not let this hold them back.

"Remember, you must try your best to stop those less corrupted myconids from going to the Master Society and Yogmoogu Palace to attend the wedding, because this is the only way to save them! It is also the way to drive the fungus queen back to the bottomless abyss.

The only way!"

Myconid King Bastiff recalled the warning Brian gave it in an extremely solemn tone before leaving.

At this time, it had no time to consider why the other party knew so much about the Fungus Queen and their myconid clan.

All it knew was that the warning from this mysterious half-elf adventurer made sense.

Because if these tribesmen cannot be stopped from going to the wedding venue, they will be completely corrupted by the Fungus Queen, turn against them, and hinder Brian's plan to expel Zugmoy.

After all, the characteristics of their myconid family made it impossible for them to dare to let people approach the Fungus Queen's range at will to support Brian.

This means that if they fail in this step, Brian and his companions will face not only the twelve bridesmaids and six butlers of the Fungus Queen, but also all the enemies in the entire Sunless Woodland.

A completely corrupted myconid.

This is definitely not what it wants to see.

Feeling the evil sound and light effects spread by the fungus queen in the lightless forest, the myconid king Bastif looked down at the tribesmen who were indulgent, drunken and carousing more and more uncontrollably.

It stared into the void devoutly, shouting the name of the great fungus lord Boslophel deep in its heart:

"My lord Boslophel!"

"You are the benevolent god of the myconids and the protector of the myconids!"

"Your humble disciple Bastif prays for an answer from you!

...I pray that you will give me the power of purification to help our people! ...The fungus queen Zugmoy is wreaking havoc in our homeland!

...The dream shared by the Queen through spiritual communication! ...Seeding corruption deep into the entire colony! ...Making the mycoid's peaceful and peaceful nature become anxious and fanatical!

...Our tribesmen have suffered heavy losses!...Many tribesmen who are simple and naive by nature have completely become slaves of the Fungus Queen...

If even you can't help us!... All myconids throughout the Underdark will be in danger of being corrupted!"

Boslophir is the benevolent god of myconids.

Is a meditative deity who resides in a mechanical mirror.

He is also the god of instruction for their myconid tribe.

His only concern is the protection of the myconid race and the pursuit of perfection through meditation.

At this moment, the fungus queen Zurgmoy is preparing for a wedding in Yogmoogu to marry the consciousness of the Sunless Wood.

When she had no time to be distracted, Basti must take this opportunity to free the less corrupt tribesmen from the Queen's control and buy more time for Brian to drive her back to the bottomless abyss.

As the priest of Boslophel, Bastifi naturally knows how to pray to the gods he believes in to obtain help from the great Lord of Fungi.

In a cave filled with mud and mushrooms, the Myconid King is still praying to the great Lord of Fungi with pious spiritual words.

The fungus people gathered together, but under the influence of the evil sound and light effects of the fungus queen deep in the forest, they gradually became restless and uncontrollably walked towards the wedding venue.

Apparently, the wedding in Yogmoogu Palace is about to begin.

If Basti cannot appease the myconids gathered here before the wedding reaches its climax, they will be met with disaster.

"The Sunless Glade's greatest and most majestic hour has arrived!"

The leader of the Builders' Association gathered in the crowd stood out like a tall tower in the building complex. He sprayed out telepathic spores, raised his hands, shook his broad umbrella-shaped cap, and shouted enthusiastically:

"Rejoice, the day of joy has arrived! Let us build a mushroom tower grander than Yogmoogu's palace to welcome the arrival of the great Sower!"

"A wonderful surprise is coming!"

"The generous and great Lady of Decay will grant us fertile soil and moisture!"

"Sunless Glade and Lady Fungi!"

"No one can stop us from meeting the great sower!"

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The shouts of the leaders of the builders' association were like a sign, and various carnivals echoed in all directions at the same time.

The fungus people sprayed out dense spore clouds, and in the sparkling cave, while sharing their crazy joy, they rushed towards the wedding venue with cheers.

The leader of the hunter association suddenly felt the pressure doubled.

It mobilized the mushroom guards, spore slaves and myconid warriors in its hands as much as possible to form a fungal forest wall on the only way to the wedding venue, blocking the progress of the mycoid people affected by the corrupted spores.

Looking around, the mushroom people gathered here looked like a forest being ravaged by strong winds, swaying wildly and dancing wildly.

Just when this chaos was about to turn into a large-scale riot, Bastiff finally got a response from the Lord of Fungi.

In a trance, it was pleasantly surprised to see a magnificent fungus tree, growing blue-gray mycelium at an extremely fast speed.

These mycelium traveled through distant time and space, distant planes, came to their distant world, and took root in the land of the lightless woodland.

Little by little divine radiance emerged in the darkness.

"Welcome my lord! The great lord of fungi..."

The Myconid King knelt devoutly on the ground, with a mist-like cloud of blue-gray spores filling the shimmering toadstool above his head.

Fluorescent spore clouds float in the mud and mushroom-filled caves, carried by the silent breeze.

at the same time.

The moment the rioting mushroom people came into contact with the blue-gray spores, the frenzy in their eyes immediately returned to clarity, and they stood there motionless like a mushroom tree rooted in the ground.

This is a mindfulness ritual!

Myconids share everything through thought.

The telepathic spores transformed by the divine power of the Lord of Fungi can telepathically connect all the Myconids here, sharing the views, fears, hopes and dreams of the Myconoid King.

Only through the unique method of mind union, these mushroom people who have been corrupted by the fungus queen can jointly build the hearts and souls of their own colonies to save their corrupted souls from the abyss.

As a result, the lightless woodland in front of the myconid king Bastifer disappeared.

In its place was a field covered with spongy moss and covered with pools of soft mud.

In the distance stands a magnificent palace composed of giant mushrooms and interconnected bridges.

A cloud of spores fell from the sky, covering all matter.

A tall creature smiled and waved to it.

Her upper body vaguely resembles a humanoid shape, with four slimy, fibrous tentacles growing out of her forehead, making her look even more disgusting yet beautiful.

Her lower body was a mass of writhing, pulsating tentacles covered with fungus, like a terrifying robe.
To be continued...