Ch. 212 - Sunlight Breeding Chamber
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(Third deck of the Farmer, rear half near the stern.)
Yang Yi burst out of a cabin on the port side and was immediately assaulted by mutated sunflowers. He didn’t fight back, simply avoiding injurious hits to the head and letting the corrosive sprays hit the Penitent’s Armour.
At the same time, using his Third Eye, he instantly mapped the surrounding terrain and confirmed his position.
It was a larger, longer room; the centre held a strip of black soil roughly 15×30 in size. The place he needed to reach was at the outer edge of this long chamber, the upper-right exit. If he could get out through the upper-right, the Sunlight Breeding Chamber should be above; then he’d find a way up to the fourth deck.
He sprinted for the upper-right, smashing through the corpse-vines that blocked his path with Ironbreaker. The plants posed almost no threat to him.
He burst out of the room easily, then stopped dead. It had to be the Farmer’s central section, and the situation was far worse than he’d hoped.
A massive hole had been torn in the deck above; protruding from it was a ball-like mass composed of vines. Countless tendrils hung down from that sphere, radiating outwards and piercing the third deck.
The vines were uniform in thickness, yet their hanging clusters varied greatly. Some bundled into columns of hundreds of stems, pillar-thick; others were two or three strands braided together like a rope.
Like the vines wrapping the Farmer’s exterior, these too writhed slowly and had likely spread throughout every corner of the ship’s interior, forming a neural-like network.
The Forest Egg was very likely inside that protruding sphere.
Yang Yi estimated it roughly, but couldn’t measure precisely because only about one-third of the sphere was exposed; the rest lay inside the fourth deck and couldn’t be seen.
But from the data he had, the sphere’s size matched the Sunlight Breeding Chamber, almost certainly his target.
He picked the thickest column, a pillar formed from hundreds of intertwined vines, and prepared to climb it, hoping to breach the sphere’s outer shell and get inside.
First he touched the vines with his hand; there was no reaction. Then he hacked at them with the greatsword. Still no aggression, fresh tendrils simply grew to fill the damaged gaps.
Their behaviour matched the vines on the ship’s exterior: they likely shared the same origin and didn’t attack proactively.
That said, they were not harmless. These vines fed on blood. The beads of blood that welled on the armour’s surface were absorbed by the vines like a sponge meeting water. So, it was best not to touch them with bare skin.
Yang Yi climbed the vine pillar, which was nothing for his three-metre frame; he reached the top in one pull. He’d come up to get a closer feel of the protruding sphere.
At the top he braced himself and, holding Ironbreaker in his right hand, thrust towards the vine-ball. He wanted to gauge how deep the vines were and whether there was an internal cavity.
The greatsword measured over two metres, making it perfect for the task.