I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 47

The elder looked helplessly at the giant and said, “I’m old, but I’ve seen Prophet Baixiang’s invincible power.”

“You can’t even imagine its abilities. I’ll try to plead with the leader again.”

Hearing the elder’s words, everyone realized how terrifying Prophet Baixiang was.

But a question arose in Mo Ling’s mind.

“How could Theseus Cell organisms not have transplant rejection?”

Normal cell organisms treat foreign organs as alien. The immune system recognizes them and attacks, destroys, and eliminates them, causing an immune response.

But Theseus Cells, because of their identical composition, cleverly avoid rejection.

The Transparent Tribe happened to discover this property and exploited it, thus creating the “Baixiang.”

They probably only knew the property, not the principle.

Would such forceful grafting really result in such powerful abilities?

Mo Ling was skeptical.

But what happened next fully displayed the power of this ancient war machine.

The traitor fighting the Flesh Tribe was soon beaten down and dissolved into a puddle of liquid.

The Flesh Tribe attacked Prophet Baixiang again.

They flapped their wings, flying into the air, attacking the giant from all sides.

But Prophet Baixiang wasn’t worried at all-a liquid tentacle shot from its left shoulder, transforming into a red deer’s head.

Golden light flashed in the deer’s eyes, and a swarm of golden flying insects burst from its mouth, engulfing the Flesh Tribe attackers on the left.

When the golden insects touched the Flesh Tribe’s skin, they instantly burst into flames, turning them to ash.

Then the giant raised its right hand, which immediately hardened into one of the thick vines common in the underground world.

With a swing of its body, the vine wrapped around the Flesh Tribe on the right.

Those who couldn’t dodge were caught in the vine and crushed, exploding instantly.

Some agile Flesh Tribe dodged the swinging vine, but the tip suddenly bloomed with a flower bud.

Colorful petals blossomed rapidly, and in the center of the flower, another bud appeared.

The blooming repeated, one flower atop another.

But the flowers grew stranger, petals developing patches of animal skin and scales.

The cluster of flowers chased after the dodging Flesh Tribe, spreading in the air.

Sensing danger, the Flesh Tribe tried to escape, but the buds pressed closer.

A jet-black needle suddenly shot from a flower, piercing a fleeing Flesh Tribe member.

The thin needle entered his body, his eyes went wide, he froze in midair, quickly stopped moving, and fell to the ground.

His body began to swell uncontrollably.

Soon, his wings turned black and withered, and a zipper-like slit appeared on his back.

Butterflies crawled out of the slit, flapping into the air.

The butterflies flew to the giant, merging into its liquid hair.

The remaining Flesh Tribe didn’t dare move, retreating far away.

The butterflies fluttering in the air were fantastical and beautiful, but no one appreciated the sight.

The squad retreated warily to the edge of the temple, afraid the butterflies would touch them.

“So terrifying?”

“This is Prophet Baixiang,” the elder murmured, watching the butterflies. “These are all creatures once grafted by the Baixiang unit.”

A soldier said in shock, “I’ve seen that kind of deer before-they’re called Bug Deer. They raise all sorts of insects in their bodies, using them to hunt. The longer they live, the more parasites they have.”

The Transparent Tribe elder nodded. “That was once a Flesh Tribe creature. After infection, it became a Transparent Tribe creature, then was grafted by Baixiang.”

The soldier asked, “But what about those burning insects? I’ve never seen Bug Deer with that kind of parasite.”

“Splash Moths-a type of high-temperature moth that loves to dive into water. We have them in the containment zone,” another soldier explained.

What a hodgepodge.

Mo Ling watched these never-before-seen creatures, full of awe.

“How many creatures had Prophet Baixiang grafted?”

A soldier asked the elder.

“All of them,” the elder replied calmly. “Every known creature in the underground world, from giant beasts to insects, has been grafted.”

“And it’s not just simple grafting, just taking the limbs of a creature.”

“Baixiang fully acquires the instinctual abilities of these creatures, and can even temporarily revive them, giving them consciousness to use their powers against enemies.”

“Prophet Baixiang, who has grafted the entire Baixiang unit, is a master of using biological instincts.”

As the elder spoke, the butterflies in the sky attacked the remaining Flesh Tribe.

The butterflies gathered, some transforming into insects, some into serpents, devouring the Flesh Tribe.

The butterflies also flew toward the sheep-headed person and the squad.

“Leader! Stop! We can’t be ungrateful!” The elder spread his arms to shield everyone, trembling but speaking loudly.

“Those who betray friendship will be punished by the goddess!”

“Step aside,” the leader said coldly. “This is war.”

“Leader, indiscriminate killing will only lead to the same fate as the Baixiang unit. We’re here to end the disaster-war is just a means!” the elder pleaded.

But the leader ignored him. Butterflies swirled around him, flying toward the group.

The elder spread his arms and wept in the sea of butterflies.

Yet, the massacre did not occur.

The butterflies in the air vanished one by one.

Mo Ling had activated teleportation.

These butterflies were perfect targets-slow, obvious, and didn’t dodge. Before they could reach the group, they disappeared.

Mo Ling teleported the killed butterflies back into Prophet Baixiang’s body.

These dead cells, now completely destroyed, became foreign bodies in Prophet Baixiang and couldn’t be reabsorbed.

Prophet Baixiang’s body began to swell, sprouting all sorts of strange lumps.

In an instant, all the butterflies near the group were teleported away.

Prophet Baixiang’s body grew more and more swollen, and it roared in pain, the lumps inside making it suffer.

But before long, the dead butterflies were expelled from Baixiang’s skin, like insect corpses floating to the surface of water.

The dead butterflies fell to the ground, dissolving into transparent fluid.

After expelling the butterflies, Baixiang’s expression grew even more ferocious, glaring at the group.

The skin on its hands began to ripple, as if preparing a new attack.