The Rise of the Black Plain

contemporary romance

The moment the roots destroyed the body of that level 95 Demigod, the small group of six people who were gathering and studying resources in that area were startled.

The first person to see it screamed and dropped what he was doing to run from where he was.

Crack!

When the first of them noticed it and started to move toward the dead Demigod or their group, more razor-sharp roots emerged from the ground, attacking everyone in their path.

Those experts who moved faster managed to escape the deadly attacks, but those who were weaker and took longer to move met the same end as the level 95 alchemist.

Their bodies were penetrated by roots and destroyed as if they were large pieces of fragile flesh that couldn't withstand even a simple root attack.

"Shit!" Of the original group of six, only three were alive as roots appeared around them, attacking them from various angles.

Two of the three standing men had wounds on their arms and legs, having escaped fatal attacks but still suffering damage to their bodies.

Only the last of the three, who was the furthest away from the others, managed to completely escape the root attacks and ran towards the group in desperation.

'Shit! Shit! Shit!' He felt his sweat run cold amidst the sound of the earth shaking and roots coming out of the ground at high speed.

He looked back for a moment and saw the carnage in the place that had seemed so quiet and peaceful moments before.

'What the hell is going on?' He saw his two companions escape the root attacks more easily after suffering their earlier injuries.

"Are you all right?" The doctor asked as he saw the wounds on the legs and arms of these two, while small roots seemed to be growing in these wounds.

The eyes of one of the two men became opaque, and when he opened his mouth to speak, a root went from his throat to the neck of the uninjured man.

"Fuck!" That was all the man could say as he felt something pass through his throat.

He died instantly after the root returned to the throat of the wounded man in front of him, and he fell to the ground as blood flowed from the hole in his neck.

The root attacks in the area stopped, and the two wounded men looked at each other, their eyes leaving their opaque appearance to turn bright green.

After a glance, the two went off in different directions, one towards the group of people meditating near that area and the other towards the men near the spaceship.

...

At the spot where the remnants of the group's spaceship lay, the robot with the blacksmiths and array masters looked south, drawing the attention of his fellow group members.

"Something is wrong. I just heard screaming in the direction of the resource gathering group." He said as he tried to better identify the sounds he had just heard.

The people in that group knew how sophisticated the characteristics of those Mechanic Empire robots were and didn't doubt it just because they didn't hear anything themselves.

"So what do we do?"

The robot said. "Two of you and I will go to that place to investigate what happened. The others should stay here and continue the work. Some robots with the meditating group should have noticed the problem, so we don't need to alert them."

The other seven people there agreed to follow this instruction, with two of them soon joining the robot and separating from the group.

"What could have happened?" One of the five left behind asked.

"This is a new world. It could have been anything..." A level 97 cultivator said, feeling this was not a sea of free opportunities for them to take without risks.

As they stood in silence thinking about this, the robot and its two companions had already disappeared into the trees, they saw one of their crewmates from another group appear there.

"Myles?" One of the men furthest away from the other four and closest to the newcomer said loudly, drawing everyone's attention.

A second later, Myles' eyes glowed an extremely intense shade of green as roots sprouted from his throat and fingers.

These roots were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they passed through the body of the level 96 blacksmith who had called Myles' name.

"Fuck!" One of the other men yelled as he realized that something was wrong with Myles and that this man was no longer one of them. "Damn it! Attack the bastard!" Another man yelled as he tried to move. Unfortunately, he and everyone else there were quite exhausted. Even though they were among the least injured and exhausted by the group's arrival in this world, they still weren't well enough to fight at their best.

When they tried to attack the one infected with something, they felt the difficulty of dealing with this new enemy who didn't seem to be affected by the local gravity or the same exhaustion as these men.

Soon, more people were wounded, and a new corpse fell to the ground.

...

Meanwhile, where the 30 or so people were meditating, and a small group was watching the surroundings, the people there had already realized something was wrong.

One group had already left to investigate the situation in the direction of where the alchemists and doctors were gathering resources. At the same time, those who had stayed behind stood guard, worried.

Amidst this, all the cultivators in the area were still in meditation, with some individuals having already recovered interesting fractions of their powers but still focused on cultivating.

Minutes would go from the first strange signs and cries to new signs appearing closer to the area, causing the first cultivators to awaken from their states.

Ruth opened her eyes when she sensed something was wrong nearby, looked around, and saw the few remaining guards in combat positions.

"This... What's going on?" She asked one of the guards.

Meanwhile, five individuals in Black Plain Empire armor appeared on the outskirts of the camp, each with strange auras and signs of injury all over their bodies.

Immediately after their appearance, they opened their mouths much wider than spiritual humans could, and strange roots emerged from them.

More similar roots came out of their fingers and struck out at the people standing guard around that meditating group.

These roots were not simple and could move very quickly.

Even though the group of guards on the outskirts had prepared for the enemies, some of them were killed and wounded as soon as the enemies acted!

"Shit!" Ruth realized the problem and stood up, immediately moving into position to help her companions.

Amidst this, other meditating individuals left their states to see the chaos around them, which had already claimed more than 20% of the crew that had arrived in this world!

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