Reincarnated as a Mushroom?

Chapter 36: The Final Stand

A single mushroom soldier rose from the group to bring forward its plan. This figure stood apart from the rest because it did not possess either blades or magical abilities. The figure moved without roaring or charging into combat. The weapon in its possession proved deadlier than any other weapon.

A rifle.

Bo served as one of the notorious mushroom journalists who enforced the law with an icy demeanor and refused to accept any rebellions.

The assassin's corpse remained still on the ground as its blood seeped into the earth. The mushroom army remained silent despite the victory. No cries of victory.

The Mushroom King behaved just as hostile when he remained silent.

And then.

An attack.

A dark figure glided behind him with the speed of a shadow and the silence of death.

A stealthy creature emerged from the shadows with a blade concealed inside its tongue as it attacked using its predatory nature. The creature had moved without detection while waiting for its ideal moment.

The attacker used its deadly precision to strike the Mushroom King's vulnerable back.

SHING!

A metal blade cut through the air with a glinting shine.

A terrifying scene appeared before the battlefield during the following moment.

The chameleon's strike missed its target.

The chameleon's body lay scattered into numerous pieces throughout the battlefield.

The sickening spray of flesh revealed the severed tongue which had split into multiple small fragments. The blade moved with such speed that no one could detect its motion.

And then.

Click.

The sword was sheathed.

A solitary samurai faced the Mushroom King.

His unwavering determination radiated from his body while his firm grip matched his unwavering stare directed at his king.

"You took too long," the samurai muttered. His voice was calm, yet firm. "I thought you were dead."

The king did not answer. His expression was unreadable.

The samurai had already understood a different reality.

"The invaders…" he murmured, his grip tightening. The invaders have penetrated our territory to a dangerous extent.

His words lingered in the air like a cold wind.

The Mushroom King slowly turned, his gaze falling upon the lifeless corpse of the assassin the one that had been used by the humans.

Something inside him stirred.

His large hands reached down, picking up the body with great care. He stared at it for a long moment, as if trying to understand what had just happened.

And then.

A low, deep growl rumbled from his chest.

Rage.

A pure, seething, uncontrollable rage.

The corpse in his grip began to melt.

The dark fluids of its body trickled down his arm, slowly being absorbed into his own flesh.

And as it did, something began to change.

The King's massive cloak, which had remained still throughout the battle, trembled.

A powerful gust of wind swept across the battlefield, carrying with it an aura so intense that even the strongest warriors felt a chill run down their spine.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

And then

The order was given.

The Mushroom King's voice erupted, shaking the very ground beneath them.

"Advance. Wipe them out."

The war had escalated. The army was no longer fighting for their kingdom.

They were fighting for their king's wrath.

The battlefield trembled as the Mushroom King's rage took full form. His command was absolute his army would advance with all their might. And so, they did.

Like a tidal wave of vengeance, the mushroom warriors surged forward, their once-organized battle formations replaced by raw aggression. They no longer fought with strategy. They fought with fury.

Among them, a particular sight caught attention.

A lone piglet bit down on its companion's arm, desperately trying to stop him from moving. The piglet's tiny frame trembled as it sank its teeth in deeper, but it was useless.

The one being bitten Yuno did not react.

His steps were slow, yet unnervingly steady. His eyes, once filled with thought, were now empty.

But it wasn't because he was controlled.

It was because something was wrong.

The moment the trumpet had shattered, something inside him had shifted. A force beyond his understanding. His mind still processed everything, but his body moved without his command.

The piglet whimpered, shaking him, but Yuno did not flinch. He continued walking forward, step by step, straight into the heart of battle.

And what a battle it was.

The war had reached its peak.

The sounds of metal hitting flesh echoed throughout the air. The battlefield displayed a violent scene where swords and spears tore through bodies and mushroom spores generated massive explosions during the magical illumination.

The humans' continuous attempts failed to stop the mushrooms from multiplying endlessly.

The mushroom's death resulted in the emergence of two new enemies.

In the middle of the chaos an unbelievably big mushroom remained at the center.

The monstrous body of the mushroom produced fresh creatures with each respiratory cycle.

It was a mushroom mother.

The swollen mushroom body released countless spores which produced numerous small creatures that attacked enemies without hesitation. These creatures existed to battle and perish.

The creatures attacked while emitting a deranged laughter.

A sick, twisted, childlike laughter.

A human soldier fought with his sword while his body became a mixture of blood and sweat. His mind was collapsing.

The man whispered to himself that this situation was not a battle. "This is hell."

His hands trembled.

He didn't want to die.

He wanted to run.

The brave swordsman who previously charged into combat with valor now remained frozen in place. His blade, his will, shattered.

But then

They arrived.

The sky above split open as if the heavens themselves were breaking.

Figures appeared through the opening in the sky.

The guild's most powerful members had finally reached the battlefield.

The blonde warrior took a deep breath while his massive sword rested on his shoulder. His wind-whipped golden hair moved while his eyes examined the battlefield below.

The high priestess moved forward while holding her staff with great determination.

"We're late," she muttered.

The tamer focused her eyes while holding her crystal ball.

The gunner kept quiet while emitting a long low-pitched sound.

The ninja made a sound by cracking his knuckles while his face revealed no emotions.

It was time to end this.

The blonde warrior faced the priestess.

"Get them out of here."2