coobybook Chapter 318 [Empire] A showdown between plants, how can they be trapped in a flowerpot?
Chapter 318 [Empire] A showdown between plants, how can they be trapped in a flowerpot?
My feet touched the soft yet cold soil of the planet's surface. Looking down, I saw the dark brown ground tinged with a faint green hue, as if even the land had been infested by plant life.
Looking up and looking around, the horizon is as blurry as a painted canvas, with only patches of green light outlines floating in the shadows, like huge nets hiding fangs, faintly emitting threats.
"Amorphous vine type?" I muttered to myself.
Judging from the blurry satellite images, this area is indeed dominated by a type of plant called amorphous vines. These plants lack conspicuous flowers and fruit, relying solely on dense vines to absorb energy and expand their territory. The danger of these plants lies not in their offensive power, but in their pervasive, invasive nature. Once they enter their territory, even breathing can become a gamble.
The seedling was placed in my backpack, quietly, still pretending not to participate or speak. But I knew that it had not missed a single detail.
The air around them was strangely damp and cold, with fine green dust appearing faintly in the light. This was a typical characteristic of the combat plant realm.
I took out the detector I carried with me and entered the collected air composition into the analyzer. The results quickly appeared on the screen:
"The harmful ingredients exceed the standard by 50%. It is recommended to wear a full-face respirator."
"Tsk, what a warm way to welcome someone." I put the respirator on my face, and my voice was filtered and sounded dull.
"Let's go, little guy, it's time for dinner." I whispered to the seedling in my backpack.
My footsteps were lost in the silence of the earth, and the vines covered my footprints behind me at a frightening speed. I took a deep breath and fixed my gaze on the deep green.
Whatever is ahead, I must bring it back.
I took the seedling out of my backpack. The little thing curled up quietly, but the scent it emitted was clearly guiding me, as if responding to a certain target.
"Why bother looking for it? They are expecting me to come." I murmured to myself, with a hint of helplessness in my tone, but more of an indescribable sense of wonder.
At this moment, the green ivy vine contracted on my wrist began to stir, and its slender tentacles seemed to be plucked by an invisible force, stretching and lengthening rapidly, wrapping around my body layer by layer, as if trying to weave a protective net for me.
"Shh, it's okay." I gently touched the vines, running my fingers along their veins to soothe their uneasy emotions.
The green ivy seemed to understand what I meant and slowed down its movements, but the vines remained semi-vigilant, surrounding me in protective formation. It had never been so nervous, as if it had sensed some unprecedented threat.
My palm, cradling the young seedling, felt a warm pulsation, like a heartbeat, or perhaps a signal. Looking down at it, I suddenly noticed the tips of its leaves tremble slightly, a green halo rippled through the air, pointing towards the endless green in the distance.
"Okay, little guy, you are really eager to see them." I curled the corners of my mouth, my tone was relaxed, but I stepped carefully into the area of the plants.
This is a battle lurking in the dark. The enemy is unknown, but I know that it is ready to meet me.
As I approached the edge of the green, my pace slowed. A strange sense of oppression hung in the air, as if even sunlight couldn't fully penetrate this area. I looked down at the seedling in my hand. Its leaves trembled slightly, as if in anticipation, yet also in defiance.
In an instant, an indescribable feeling came over me, and I gently poured the seedling and its liquid soil onto the ground.
"How can a battle between plants be trapped in a flowerpot?" I whispered to myself, a playful smile on my lips.
The moment the seedling touched the ground, its verdant leaves trembled as if stretching muscles. Immediately, its roots began to wriggle, and upon contact with the soil, they quickly spread and took root. An inexplicable vibration spread through the air, as if some latent being deep within the earth had been disturbed.
The surrounding plants seemed to sense something, and subtle rustling sounds came from all directions. The leaves and vines swayed restlessly, as if giving a warning, or as if preparing to face some opponent that could not be ignored.
The halo of the seedling became increasingly intense, and the green color seemed to be mixed with a barely perceptible red. It slightly raised its top, facing a vague direction ahead, like a fighter about to dance.
"Go ahead, little one, show them your 'politeness'." I stood aside, folding my arms, my eyes switching between calmness and anticipation.
The seedling no longer needed my guidance; its roots had already penetrated the veins of the earth, confronting its hidden enemy. The battle between the plants had finally begun.
Everything was silent, eerily quiet, as if the world had held its breath. I knew the fight had begun, but I couldn't see a thing.
The seedling stood in the ground as if under a spell, its roots dug deep into the soil, its green leaves motionless. Yet, I could sense an invisible force surging beneath the ground, tearing and colliding, like hidden swords interweaving in the darkness.
An imperceptible strange smell began to fill the air, carrying the fishy smell of churning earth and the slightly bitter taste of broken plants.
Not far away, the fig vines swayed gently, their movements less like those of the wind than those of some force pulling them. Their branches climbed slowly, extending and intertwining imperceptibly, as if weaving an invisible net to cover the area of the seedlings.
I tightened my fingers, and the green ivy vine on my wrist seemed to sense something. It suddenly curled up, as if ready to fight at any time.
"Will it hold?" A flash of uneasiness crossed my mind, but I didn't step forward to intervene.
At that moment, the ground trembled slightly, as if the earth had shivered. The leaves of the seedling finally moved, and it bent slightly, as if gathering strength for a fatal blow.
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding vines that had been "watching the situation" suddenly curled up and retreated like frightened snakes, as if they were afraid or being repelled.
It suddenly dawned on me that the calm before my eyes was just a disguise, and the real battlefield had never stopped - it was just buried where I couldn't see.
"The good show has just begun." I murmured to myself, my eyes gradually sharpening, waiting for the outcome of the underground battle to emerge.