Chapter 394: Ch.393 Black Orchid
Alba walked through the humid rainforest, trudging upstream along a swift, clear river. The cold water did nothing to restore her clarity of mind. The Witch's Mark on her forehead tightly controlled her body.
She retained a sliver of consciousness, but only enough to observe from the perspective of a bystander, seeing the landscape with her once-own eyes.
Towering trees, dense vines, and lichen filled her vision, while the sparsest sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the ground covered in a blanket of foliage.
In the past, such scenery would have made her feel relaxed and delighted.
But not now.
Her mind had no control over her body. Though her consciousness was awake, her actions followed Hecate, the Witch Mother's, orders alone.
She watched her body move towards the depths of the rainforest, feeling her face repeatedly break into sinister smiles.
She wanted to scream.
But she couldn't.
She was Black Orchid, a warrior of the Green and the Red—a fusion of plant and animal. She had fought for them countless times.
But her destination now was a place she had only heard of in legend.
In a dark corner forgotten by magic, the greatest beings of the Green rested here. Their consciousness carried the entire history of this planet.
For any animal, to venture there was an act of sacrilege, for it was a domain belonging solely to plants.
These great beings were the Parliament of Trees.
Thanks to the Earth's primordial energy, these ancient trees were all at least 300,000 years old.
They were not immortal, but in the Amazon, where the power of the Green was at its peak, they could continue resting in a special state.
Pushing aside obstructive vines and stepping over inconvenient rocks, Alba finally reached her destination.
Massive trees, each bearing a face-like visage, surrounded her. These trees were completely unlike others in the rainforest.
They had consciousness.
And through the Green, she could feel their consciousness—asking her why she was here, why she harbored murderous intent and destruction.
Alba wanted to cry, to tell these beings how beautiful their earthly garden was, and how much joy the plants had once given her.
Black Orchid wasn't a sorcerer, and the dazzling display of witchcraft before them all came from the power of the Mark.
Su Ming observed for a few seconds.
Like Spirit Dorne, she conjured purple energy with her hands, wildly swinging it around as if wielding hundred-meter-long light sabers.
He had already figured out Hecate's criteria for selecting the Marked ones.
Female, capable of flight, with a rare bloodline. Whether they knew magic seemed to be a secondary consideration.
Since Black Orchid's power level was about the same as Dorne's, the old tactics—a day trip to space and a "Sky Drop"—should work again.
"I'll do it. Let's hope it goes smoothly." Su Ming turned the Godslayer into a lasso, and with the reluctant, sulking Magic Floating Cloak, began to stealthily approach from above.
However, Black Orchid's combat experience in the jungle was far superior to that of a retired superhero like Dorne.
Almost as soon as Su Ming began his approach, she immediately sensed him.
"It's you again! The Witch Mother has warned me of your treachery!"
Su Ming got goosebumps. Constantine wasn't wrong—the Mark would turn their voices into Hecate's, like a bitter old witch.
And not just any old witch—more like one who's been hormonally imbalanced for tens of thousands of years, with hatred practically oozing out of her voice.
The sneak attack had failed, so it was time for a direct assault.
Su Ming immediately went into a dive, the leaves scraping against his armor with a rustling sound, dew shattering in the air.
However, Black Orchid melted away.
She transformed into a purple ooze, instantly shifting her form, flowing across the ground's fallen leaves like a liquid, avoiding his attack.
"Troublesome."
Su Ming shook his head, turning midair to look at Black Orchid as she reformed into her humanoid shape.
Her half-plant, half-animal nature granted her shapeshifting abilities, allowing her to alter her form almost without limit.
It was clear she had mastered this power well, and with Hecate's warning, the same tactics obviously wouldn't work twice.
It looked like they'd have to go for a group attack after all.