I am an Eldritch Entity-Chapter 95: Forced peace treaty

Eryndor glanced at the diminishing figure of the spaceship as he ran farther and farther away from it.

Oh yea, Ken and Hellen wouldn’t be out hunting on this planet, they might be on the ship.

After he knew about the entire plan, Eryndor knew that the physical and mental state of the couple were important for the submission of Calix.

Say, if the couple was straight up told to convince Calix to surrender, would it work?

It was doubtful. Else Liliana and Lucian would’ve tried that approach.

Eryndor just hoped that the plan would go through despite him foiling a part of it.

Did he still care about Ken and Hellen? He did, they looked out for him, but in return he had also looked out for them. He wouldn’t meddle anymore though.

What was required now for the plan to go through, for Lucian to get his revenge, was just their temporary pain. Eryndor knew how to look at the greater good.

He discarded those thoughts out of his mind, and continued deeper into the jungle.

Today, he would be fighting the armadimos. Armadimo possess an uncanny resemblance to the armadillo of Earth, therefore their similar name.

Armadimos were bigger and more aggressive compared to their counterparts on Earth. Their way of attacking was to curl themselves into a ball and hurtle towards the target’s location with extreme speed.

How terrifying would it be if there was an enormous sphere which kept barreling at you at a high speed? The terrain of the planet was also unnervingly smooth, which meant it was perfect for their rolling.

The surrounding trees, with their ominous blood-red leaves and rubbery, bouncy trunks, only amplified the threat. Armadimos could ricochet off them, changing direction abruptly and unpredictably.

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The fate of most of the creatures here was to get rolled into a paste when encountering an armadimo of their level.

There was only one beast which could effectively counter it, a lariet. Lareits had lower reproductive rate, and were much less aggressive, therefore they hadn’t completely dominated the armadimos and other creatures of the planet.

Lariet was a two legged creature with an exaggeratedly strong physique compared to its level, one which could pick up the rolling armadimo coming their way and slam them on the ground.

Compared to armadimos, they were herbivores and reports even suggested that they were fumbling around the basic concepts of farming. In a few years, these beasts might learn the complete basics of farming.

Well, if an intelligent beast like Crappy Bird could exist, there should of course be other beasts who have similar levels of intelligence or were evolving to possess one.

After around twenty minutes of searching, the first beast his extended vision came across was a Lariet.

Deciding to check it out, he headed towards the location of the creature.

Just like the information given to them, these beasts were two legged, and had a protruding belly akin to that of beer bellies in humans. It had a long snout and hands which had opposable thumbs just like humans.

The entire beast was covered in a red colored carapace. The beast in question only took a glance at Eryndor before continuing to chew on the plant in its hand.

Wait… isn’t that plant…hallucinogenic?

Of course, it wasn’t only the beasts they were given information on. If a planet contained other notable features, the related information would be compiled into the reports given to them as well.

Eryndor stood watching as the beast kept munching on the plant. At a certain point in time, its speed slowed down before completely stopping.

The hands of the beast loosened, dropping the plant in its hand before it began swaying. Its head turned upwards, and its reptilian eyes began rolling around erratically.

Its hands began making strange movements, conforming to the rhythm of its swaying body, all the while its mouth began making strange sounds.

Eryndor had a speechless look on his face as he gazed at the beast.

Herbivore my ass, they only like these plants.

Come to think of it, those reports didn’t mention what plant they were trying to grow.

As for their less aggressive nature? Heh.

Why bother to fight when they can get high? No wonder these beasts are so chill.

Eryndor chuckled at the ridiculous situation and shook his head before continuing deeper. He wasn’t about to pick a fight with a strong creature for no reason.

Finally, his extended vision caught sight of an armadimo.

Picking up pace, he jogged towards that location and dropped his bag near the trunk of a tree nearby.

He didn’t give the beast any time, immediately using his Internal Fist before the beast could roll into a ball.

His punch bypassed the armor on its body before damaging the internal organs.

Eryndor had to admit that his offensive art was really good for armored beasts and those which relied on external defense, as they often had a weaker set of internal organs.

Before giving the destabilized beast any time to reorganize, he continued using his Internal Fist, eventually pummelling it to death.

I’ll need to expand on my offense, I currently only have Internal Fist.

It sure was inconvenient when only your fists could dish out increased damage.

Eryndor planned to increase his arsenal of cultivation arts once he got his hands on the mission rewards for this mission.

Not to mention there was still one spot left for an art he could exchange for free in the library of the Academy.

Armadimos had a few scales which were much tougher than the rest of its armor, making them quite precious. On this planet, they were one of the resources which could be harvested in exchange for contribution points.

Eryndor took out those scales from the beast’s corpse and put them in a separate bag from the one he wore on his back.

Time to go deeper.

With his extended vision, Eryndor continued heading deeper in search for more beasts.

Approximately ten minutes later, he caught sight of a strange scene, making Eryndor speechless.

Should he praise the Lariets or not?

He had just witnessed a Lariet force a hallucinogenic plant in an armodimo’s mouth.

What is this now? Forced peace treaty?

Eryndor suddenly couldn’t imagine the fate of the beasts on this planet.

These lariets were a bunch of chill beasts, too chill perhaps.