Crimson Servant

In a makeshift lair, a mind flayer is tending to a hoard, a special ten-foot-tall capsule-shaped container. This translucent upper part of the Mind Flayer device is like a fully enclosed prison chair, which can be used to imprison slaves and is also the delivery room for the Mind Flayer. The transformation from a slave to a fellow creature is only a matter of time and taste.

There is no brain pool for cultivating mind flayer tadpoles in the center of this nest. The mind flayers do not need this. Their goal here is not to cultivate larvae. None of the slaves on this ship were parasitized by tadpoles. Their purpose was to conduct experiments on the Crimson Ritual, and they were being consumed faster than usual.

There are not many slaves left in the storage bag, and the reason why this mind flayer is still taking care of them is because there are other mind flayers sleeping in the storage bag.

Because of Queen Morgan's foolish request, most of the mind flayers who are mind-controlling human puppets can only place their original bodies in this safe place.

The mind flayer, as a alien being, has no complaints about this care work. Not long ago, he personally awakened several of his own kind, including the leader Zatanos, who went to the altar floor and captured an individual who could complete the ritual in Morgan's place. It personally participated in this process and felt complacent about its efforts. Pleasure was being transmitted through the spiritual network, which made his fingers operating the console feel somewhat relaxed.

The mind flayers would never have thought that their lair in the deepest part of the ruins would be attacked without any alarm being triggered. When his senses started to alarm, danger was already close at hand.

Raven slashed fiercely into the mind flayer's shoulder, and it screamed in pain. The enhanced psychic damage caused the warrior's spirit to sting, his movements deformed, and the front end of the sword slashed onto the console. The hard device jammed the Thorn Sword, causing the damage that could have split the monster apart to stop when it was torn to the shoulder.

The Warlock's red lightning killed several nearby brain-eating monsters, creating a safe rear for Raven. Of course, John did not leave behind the brain-eating monster who led the way and was confused by him. He mercifully solved it first and did not let him face the cruel death of his compatriots.

The situation inside the room had been detected in advance by the magician's psychic perception. There were several weak servants and the only individual who could pose a threat. The reason why John asked Raven to make a sneak attack first was also because of this. The psychic powers of both the enemy and ourselves were strengthened, and psychic powers that were too powerful were easily perceived by both sides.

Now, they can enjoy the fruits of their sneak attack.

John saw the octopus heads in the pouches, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

Bringing the Mind Flayer's lair into one pot was exactly what John had been dreaming about day and night. Now, the Warlock will use his power to put these monsters out of action once and for all.

The crimson spells of destruction were gathering. The Mind Flayer, who had just escaped from Raven, saw the spells accumulated by John Camp, a dangerous man. It made a prompt decision, regardless of its own injuries, forcibly broke away from the barb on the sword, turned around and ran the machine. Parts of a device damaged by weapons.

The mind flayer's struggle worked.

The console was activated, and the figures in several storage bags began to distort and blur as spiritual energy gathered. The mind flayers in the containers instantly transferred, leaving behind a black mist that dissipated in the air. At the cost of his own death, the Mind Flayer moved several of his own kin to safety.

John looked at the corpse lying limply on the ground with some displeasure. He did not stop and killed the lucky ones in the storage bags that were not transported away one by one. The unabashedly malicious spiritual energy awakened the mind flayers in several storage bags. Only when their eyes regained consciousness did they have time to see the evil sorcerer's smile, and the red mist that kept growing in the container completely swallowed them up.

While Vertis's vicious red mist was eating, a wisp of mist connected to John's head. The red mist continued to convey the emotion of satisfaction and excitement, like an ecstatic person singing to his heart's content in John's mind. It is sharing its joy with the magician, the supreme happiness of having its appetite fully satisfied.

Red Mist likes the mind flayer's brain, of course, there is no reason why it doesn't like it. Mind flayers feed on the brains of intelligent creatures. Their own minds, full of psychic energy, are of course the best of the best, and are naturally extremely delicious when tasted by the vicious red mist.

John even began to worry about whether this eating would overwhelm Hong Wu's taste, but the next second his consciousness was conveyed, Hong Wu immediately made a guarantee.

It promises not to be picky, a spell born from the Crimson Ritual that savors sin more than wisdom. One is delicious, the other is filling. As we all know, you can’t get enough of dessert.

No one stopped the red mist's gluttony.

John's companion, Raven, stopped fighting after killing the mind flayer. The hot slave mark on his cheek pointed him to the most important goal.

A pouch located on the right side.

Fortunately, the person in the bag was not transported away by random teleportation.

Raven walked over, he put down his sword, and watched quietly as the transparent barrier touched Morena's sleeping eyes.

The daughter of the Adelac family has wavy chestnut hair, her eyebrows are slender and slightly raised, and her cheeks have a peach blush inherited from her family. Raven was extremely sure that the person in the bag was Morena, and the hot slave mark on his face seemed to melt Raven's face completely.

Raven inhaled subconsciously. He looked at Morena's face and stretched out his palm absentmindedly, wanting to touch the side of her face. The wound on his hand drew blood stains on the surface of the transparent storage bag, and he forgot about the damage caused to him by the sword of thorns. Raven moved his hands around stupidly for a moment, trying to wipe away the blood stains he left on her face, but the more he wiped, the dirt became dirtier.

The neurotoxin that suppressed the pain began to subside at this time. Raven looked at the barrier in front of him that had been dyed red. Morena's face was covered in blood, as if covered with a layer of red gauze.

Raven turned his head and saw that John had filled the other storage bags with red smoke, and the red mist hovering over the nest hissed, as if corroding the air.

The sense of crisis was frantically warning him, begging him to leave. Although Raven knew that John would not harm him, he would not allow Morena to be exposed to these dangers.

The storage bag was still closed, and Raven could not find the switch for the storage bag. At this time, he was not in the mood to look for the mind flayer's mechanisms. He reached out directly to grab the bottom of the storage bag, and used both arms to force it. His eager desire turned into violent force to remove the storage bag from the base.

Morena Adelac, his mistress was finally back in Raven's arms.

His blood-stained hands embraced her.

The pain on the slave warrior's face subsided the moment his arm touched Morena's body.

But the burning feeling did not dissipate, it came from Raven's face to Raven's heart.