Chapter 46：Blood Vine Clone

The faint intelligence of the Thorny Blood Vine as an extraordinary being dissipated, and its signature strong life energy also diminished.

But in that instant, Allen suddenly felt a sensation as if he could control it with his mind.

The Thorny Blood Vine, soaked in his blood, felt like an extension of his own arm!

"What... what is this?" Allen didn't stop pouring his blood, and he also increased the green mist and natural force.

Soon, a feeling of being satiated came from the Thorny Blood Vine.

This feeling was exactly the same as when he himself felt full!

Allen subconsciously issued a command to move forward, and the core root cluster trembled and began to move slowly!

Next, Allen tried to stimulate the growth of the root cluster.

In an instant, Allen sensed the root cluster absorbing his plant mage mist, and under the urging of natural force, sprouted tiny vines!

Seeing this, Allen furrowed his brow in thought.

"This feeling... it feels like a part of my own body! No! It should be called a clone!"

Allen suddenly realized!

Yes, the Thorny Blood Vine, as an extraordinary being, couldn't become Allen's oath plant.

Under the forced breakthrough, its intelligence dissipated, and its life level fell from extraordinary.

However, the shell that once housed extraordinary energy and intelligence remained.

With the infusion of Allen's life-rich extraordinary blood, combined with the green mist and natural force that promote plant growth.

Allen had actually completed a kind of disguised possession!

"In other words, I now have an extraordinary plant clone?"

"No, it's just a shell, not a complete extraordinary being..."

Sitting on a large tree, Allen focused intently on testing his "new toy."

A clone capable of housing extraordinary energy, but not an extraordinary being itself!

He had taken over and became the leading intelligence of the Thorny Blood Vine.

In a sense, it had merged with him, becoming another form of extraordinary existence.

Allen, like a little boy who had just gotten a new remote-control car, was fascinated and manipulated his new toy to perform various actions.

Unlike a child, Allen's control was more scientific and purposeful, constantly testing the limits of this clone.

The Green Poison Lizard, with its big eyes, stared at Allen, watching him play with abandon.

Time passed quickly...

After an unknown amount of time, the Green Poison Lizard finally couldn't wait any longer and leapt directly onto Allen's face.

It stuck out its little lizard tongue and licked Allen's forehead like a puppy.

As if to say, "Hey! Master, stop playing, it's time to feed me."

Only then did Allen snap out of the joy of his new toy, and with an apologetic look, he held the Green Poison Lizard in his hand, "Alright, alright, little guy, don't be mad, I got a great treasure today!"

The Green Poison Lizard didn't understand this, it just turned around and started licking the dried blood on Allen's palm.

The little guy had a natural craving for Allen's green mist and blood.

But the little thing only licked the dried blood and didn't go for the fresh blood.

By this time, Allen had fully mastered the Thorny Blood Vine clone. Looking at the sky, he thought he had been delayed long enough.

"I wonder if the people from the Insect Valley tribe are still there after these two days?" Allen sighed.

It would be hard for Peter to keep them for long. Allen had a vague feeling that he might find them gone.

But there was no choice, he couldn't give up this magical Thorny Blood Vine.

Although it no longer had intelligence and had fallen from extraordinary, Allen had gained control over all its abilities.

Temperature and blood scent detection, paralyzing toxin, parasitic flesh, and strong vitality.

A clone that he could control as easily as his own body, far surpassing an oath plant, compensating for the loss of the extraordinary Thorny Blood Vine.

Perhaps even more so.

From discovering the Thorny Blood Vine, capturing it, and finally turning it into his clone.

After a series of actions, two days and one night had passed.

Allen looked up at the sky, the moon had already risen to the center of the night sky.

How strange, this world also had a sun and a moon.

Not only the Gondwana wilderness world but even the novels Allen read in his previous life were like this.

He couldn't help but complain—web novel authors really have a poor imagination...

Complaints aside, Allen paddled his raft towards the black market city of Bacha.

On the way, Allen considered whether to wake up the woman he had captured for a friendly chat.

He didn't even know her name yet.

But in the end, he decided against it, prioritizing his main task.

Although it wasn't a bad thing, there had to be an order of priorities.

He would deal with it later...

Allen wasn't planning to contact the Dagon Cult for now, so the woman would remain with her senses sealed and strictly confined.

...

With Allen rushing at full speed, he reached the outskirts of the black market city by the next evening.

He didn't rush into the city or immediately look for Peter.

Instead, he scouted the surrounding waters before steering his raft into the banyan forest waters.

On the way, to avoid alerting any possible extraordinary beings in the black market city, Allen chose to be cautious and restrained his aura.

However, as the raft entered the inner waters of the banyan forest, an adult male crocodile, oblivious to the danger, swam rapidly from the murky water.

The crocodile opened its jaws wide and lunged at Allen's raft.

It didn't rush at Allen but targeted the large-antlered deer on the raft.

The large-antlered deer was terrified, wondering what was happening and why it was always the one getting hurt.

Allen couldn't let his mount fall prey to the crocodile.

"A mere beast dares to be so presumptuous!"

He swung his paddle, thrusting it into the crocodile's open mouth.

Straight to the gut!

The dark, thick paddle pierced through the crocodile's organs.

Blood gushed from the crocodile's mouth.

The crocodile's immense strength was nothing in front of Allen. After a futile struggle, it was tossed onto the raft.

Soon, it was dead.

It was too heavy! The raft wasn't large, and with Allen, the large-antlered deer, and the female captive, it was already near its weight limit.

The four-meter-long male crocodile was even heavier, almost sinking Allen's raft.

Though it wasn't dangerous, getting soaked wouldn't be pleasant.

Cursing his bad luck, Allen threw the crocodile onto a banyan tree branch, planning to have Peter's men retrieve it later.

Upon reaching the black market base, as expected, Peter regretfully informed him that the merchants from the Insect Valley tribe had left the night before.

But to Allen's relief, Peter had followed his instructions and spent over a thousand copper coins to buy the Insect Valley tribe's goods, including a bag of star-spotted beetles weighing about five hundred grams.