"What do I need to prepare?" Sukalius was full of doubts. The two used imperial language to communicate, and the meaning of each word was clear. But when these languages ​​came out of the mouths of both, it realized that it was not clear enough that the two of them could not fully understand the meaning of the connection in the end.

The only thing that is certain is that I have a lot of work that sounds not very good, and I have not agreed to it, so I am on my behalf.

Cassia cut off the connection, sighed, recovered from the rest state, and looked forward - the gray-white fog was still rich, covering the entire target area. The light red morning light fell in the morning and hit the soft fog, instantly losing all its strength and could no longer move forward.

"Nothing needs to be prepared," Casia said to Sukalius. "It's just borrowing your body. All you have to do is watch quietly and not give any suggestions."

"But this is my body, it's normal to give some suggestions."

"You can keep this sentence for Pekinz or Mr. Grote and others." Cassia smiled. This common word often gets very good results, just like Sukalius who can't speak immediately.

",,," I didn't know how to refute at all. Sukalius could only spew a scorching breath. The dead grass and soil on the wasteland splashed open, and two fresh mud ravines took shape in an instant. "I suddenly missed my life with blood drawn. At least I didn't have to think about it, nor did I have so many worries, and my mood would not have huge fluctuations or ups and downs."

"This is just the beginning. Believe me. The current mood changes can only be described as 'slight waves'. There will be more things to make you feel powerless and helpless in the future." Cassia said in a comforting tone, "Just experience more. When the mood fluctuates violently, you will naturally feel the inner self-calm, and nothing will arouse emotional changes."

"Of course, this is just personal experience."

",,," Sukalius sniffed again, ignoring Cassia, and his head lying on the ground twisted away, heading in the other direction, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Cassia took a step towards the target area: "There are new changes in the situation, and the observation of pollution will continue. In the next few hours, I will go ahead to collect more information and intelligence, and do some small experiments. You can continue to rest. When will you set out again? You need to get a clear result from the next contact before you can confirm it."

"You go!" Sukalius made an indifferent voice.

",,," Cassia shook her head and walked straight forward, quickly disappearing into the polluted fog.

Sukalius turned his head now, looked up at the direction of Cassia's disappearance, and his body wrapped in armor finally did not move: "I really want to go back,,,"

In front, Cassia, who kept moving forward at a constant speed, quickly entered a polluted forest full of mold erosion. The gray mist in the air had a smell of dampness and decay, and the sticky feeling of sticking under his feet made him put his steps lighter.

The intensity of pollution has changed. When he went to a big tree that was almost dead, Cassia gently touched the bark covered with substantial pollution with her index finger. The layer of pollution discovered new things that could be attached to, instantly stimulated vitality and immediately began to spread along her fingers.

The stimulated pollution began to spread this vitality. In seconds, the entire tree and even the pollution on the ground were also touched. They suddenly found their direction in disorder, and a large area of ​​pollution was like flowing water, and they began to flow towards their index fingers.

But in the face of Cassia, there is no way to know what it is facing without consciousness. The spreading pollution cannot even pass through the first knuckle under the fingertips of the index finger, and is completely absorbed into Cassia's body and becomes an negligible nutrient.

Pollution on a larger scale was stirred up, and Cassia controlled it in time to match its own breath with the surrounding environment. The flowing pollution was immediately cut off, and they returned to the disorder and returned to the initial quiet state in the blink of an eye.

Cassia looked in a certain direction at this time. Although his vision could not penetrate the fog, nor could it bypass the continuous mountain range in front of him, in his pupils, the center of the polluted node hidden deep under the ground seemed to exist, and could not escape investigation.

"Have you not acted alone for a long time?" Suddenly speaking to himself, Cassia had closed his eyes when she sighed. The next breath came from the air. Within a radius of less than 30 meters centered on him, the gently flowing mist began to surge. As the concentration gradually increased, the thickness of moldy pollution on several trees increased again, growing like dense weeds.

This phenomenon lasted less than two breaths. In the rushing sound, more than a dozen buds of different sizes grew out of the ground and on the branches of trees. Then the buds turned around for most of the time, stretching out almost white petals and bright red flower cores that exposed the center.

Cassia opened her eyes and looked around: "If pollution is a positive help, I hope that such flowers can bloom everywhere on the Three-Phase Continent. But this is just a thought."

When he walked towards a white flower, it was less than one meter away. The flower seemed to feel something, and the unfolded petals began to gather. As a result, Cassia immediately adjusted the intensity of his own polluting breath, and then saw the flowers gathered in front of him turn again, and then spread the petals.

"If it is a pollution in the form of flowers, it will be different depending on the size of the world tree," said Cassia, who directly pulled up the white flowers in front of her, and there were even several small and twisted rhizomes under the flowers. The white flowers did not wither there. In the pollution fog with increasing concentrations, it was just like dehydration and suddenly it looked less fresh.

Then he absorbed the white flowers, Cassia threw away some remaining substances, and then created a piece of open space without viscosity and pollution, and sat cross-legged there. After a short rest, he determined the time before connecting the root network and starting the pre-work for artificially enhancing the intensity of pollution in most areas.

He needs to let the pollution that already exists in the roots of the World Tree scatter out in more and stronger ways. To do this, it is no different to make small nodes actively. He has seen this node method in the southern forest and knows how to build an orderly small node network. The newborn World Tree Miss has given the most standard and correct answers long ago.

And on another occasion, Grote, who was sleeping, was awakened by the communicator. He took a few deep breaths before calming down.
Chapter completed!