>>5304387>>5304395>>5304409How would it feel to taste their own medicine?
"Allow me." You tap Guts to get out of the door before he could act on his impulse and fire that arm cannon of his.
Taking your seed pouch out of your pockets, you try to feel the energy of how many Mandragorans reside inside the armory, wondering if one for each would make it easier for you to squash them all.
"1,2,3,4...7 seeds."
"This is no time to grow a beanstalk, Vlad. What do you think you're doing?" Guts questions your sanity after seeing your unorthodox weapon.
"I like to learn as I fight, you'd be surprised at how much I've learned while you were off. GROW!" You order your seeds to sprout as their branches fight off against the Mandragoran's.
The willow's leaves fell out as it shook and grow with your arm's movements, replicating your flailing as you made it go through them, break the armors and weapons in their possession, with the bonus of making their room uninhabitable.
After the door was opened, you saw that your tree managed to absorb the nutrients the Mandragoran residue would leave on the floor, with several faces being carved on it's trunk.
"Did you... Just create a Mandragora tree?" Bolzack asked in shock.
"No, these were just regular seeds. You place evil astral energy into pretty much anything, and it will grow sentience and want to act in revenge."
The willow tries to attack you, but aside from it's strikes being easily dodgeable due to its range. You were the one who created the damn thing! A quick exorcism should easily put them in their place-
A loud clang of the dragonslayer reaches the tree and sends it falling down. Guts was the one who killed it before you could conjure your spell.
"Or you could do just that... Good job." You partially complain over not being able to exorcise your plants and see if they could still be intelligent. It's infuriating how you're on the verge of discovering new powers, but your weakening soul always keeps you from discovering what that is...
