Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 322 Dark Rise
The commotion of an inflated appetite continued, and Andrea passed the first night in darkness.

In the end, the gnawing flesh stopped, and they were all out of ammunition and food.The plague of the Lich seems to be coming to an end soon.

However, those stagnant pretenders, in fact, make up only a small fraction of academic gathering numbers.

As a rule, most liches have their own pursuits, their own work, even if it is an academic gathering, they will only send a few or even only one representative to participate.As a result, the number of people participating only occupies a small part of Andrei's total population.

However, there are always exceptions.

For some special associations, they have no interest in immersing themselves in research, and even their obsession is to have fun, for this kind of social collective activity.Not to mention the whole group was dispatched, but most of them also came.

This academic gathering is no exception.

In the corner that Lyle didn't pay attention to, some guys moved the seats by themselves.

Those who are afraid of chaos in the world, are the most orthodox chaotic forces of Andrei.

from the Literary Society.

Just after the members of the literary club transformed into pretenders, even though they felt hungry, they did not stop in their footsteps.As the most frequently used sandbags by Raymond, they didn't have the guts to ask Raymond to cook for them.

So, while others savor the goodness of the food.With a new body and new hunger, the Literary Club left silently.

They escaped the first riots of the Lichscourge.

It's not their luck, it's other people's misfortune.

Even if appetite began to dominate them, their pace of progress remained unchanged.

As Andrea's most active club in group activities, they know how to best feed themselves.

The literary agency pretender with scarlet eyes returned to their department room, passed through the dream bubble, and walked into their fairy-tale mushroom house.

Yes, the Literary Society has its own unique food.

Because, the literary club has Mr. Mushroom Master, the best mushroom breeder, one of the members of the Salvation Society, and the supervisor of the president, Mr. Darkness.

"Welcome back, friends, how was the party? Is it fun?" Mr. Fungus Master looked at the companion who broke into his room, not surprised at all, because the literature club is full of guys who like to make surprises.

The pretender twitched all over, and the neck connected to the head was writhing restlessly.

"It's very interesting, Mr. Fungus Master, but next, it will be even more interesting." The crazy pretender threw himself at the Fungus Master completely throwing away his reason, grabbed the fungal strain from his body, and stuffed it into his own mouth.

The riot happened inside the literary club.

They were crouching on the ground, eating big pieces. Mr. Strain, who had been bald, looked at the pretender who was eating mushrooms, without anger or fear.In fact, those soul flames were eager to try.

"Food...delicious...beautiful...taste?..."

The pretenders who were satisfied with eating did not notice that their fleshy skin began to dry out, and light green hyphae protruded from the pores where spots began to form.

In the end, we couldn't conclude whether the pretender ate the mushroom, or the mushroom ate the pretender.

In any case, what came out of the room again was a mushroom man whose body was fused with flesh and blood, covered with a fungal canopy, and erupted with spores.

Stretching out arms between animals and fungi like zombies, their pale cheeks embedded in the straight fungus stems, constantly wailing.

"Food...food...things...eating...reproduction...reproduction..." The deadly spores and hungry flesh merged into one, feeding, spreading and reproducing into a whole.

A new army of mushrooms has appeared, and their numbers will not decrease. The spores and flesh have reached a symbiotic relationship, and they want to spread the spores all over Andry.Even liches have mushroom flesh that takes root in their bones, driving the desire to eat and reproduce deep into their soul fire.

The biochemical army of mushrooms represents the second wave of disasters of gluttony.

The mighty army of mushroom people is stronger than the scattered self-pretenders. They are walking towards the layer of bubbles and are about to leave the cage that binds them.

Andrei's balance was already in jeopardy, and at this moment, the weight to rule everything was released.

Darkness and emptiness form a net that wraps them.

"Turn my subordinates into this kind of monster, fungus master, you really pissed me off."

Darkness stood in front of the bubble, like a proud king in a drama, lifting the seal, and the power of the void wrapped the mushroom army in the abyss.

Mr. Darkness's bandaged front finger accurately pointed out the mushroom owner among the mushroom people with various postures.

"Before my judgment comes, do you have any last words?"

Under the influence of Mr. Darkness, the mushroom people stayed in place one by one.The void that shatters everything can suppress the activity of spores, and the second-year performances that the Literature Club has maintained all year round seem to have become an instinct, an instinct that surpasses desire.

Bacteria advocated opening its mouth.

"Mr. Darkness, you misunderstood me. I didn't do anything to my friends. They are still your subordinates. It's just a small change in appearance, and even they are more obedient to you."

Just like what he said, maybe it's the spores' instinctive fear of Mr. Darkness, maybe it's the acting instinct of the guys from the literature club that still exists.All the obese mushroom people actually bowed down neatly to Mr. Darkness, muttering in their mouths.

"Lord of Eternal Night, the end of the world, our Great Demon King of Darkness, please accept our worship!"

Mr. Darkness was stunned. These guys seem to be more obedient than usual.Usually, they would steal, play tricks, lie and slander, and most importantly, when they met Raymond, these guys disappeared like a mouse meeting a cat.It's not that they can help me much by staying there, at least give me some verbal support.

Seeing the appearance of those mushroom people worshiping him, Mr. Darkness fell into doubt, are they really members of his literary club?

"Gentlemen, I want to extinguish the holy light now, what's your opinion?"

The Mushroom Legion stood up with a bang and stomped the ground neatly.

"We! We are the vanguard of darkness! The Holy Light will surely fall!"

Mr. Dark almost cried with joy.

"Master! I blamed you wrong! These are my people, members of the literary club who are as fake as real gold!"

"Dark Mushroom Legion!!!!!!"

"The Dark Demon God is on top!!!"

"Follow me, attack! Attack the Holy Light Chapel!!!!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The warden has rebelled, and he escaped with the prisoners! ! !
Along with the night, the torrent of darkness was impacting the entire Anderi, not a single lich was spared.

They are united and tenacious.

I vowed to extinguish that ray of light.

(End of this chapter)