Crimson Servant

A dim corridor is right in front of the adventurer, with dense stalactites hanging overhead like inverted mountains. The shadows between the gaps are more than enough to hide a few people, and mind flayers often set up such ambushes in the caves leading to their settlements. Several mind flayers use levitation to hide in the shadows above their heads. When unwary outsiders pass by, they fall from the sky and release their psychic shocks to stun the enemies and capture them, or feast on their chaotic brains on the spot. The latter is a rare case. Most of the time, mind flayers care more about the value of slaves than food. They can eat them after they are used up.

Francis and the others were squatting outside the ambushed corridor. He turned back and looked at his teammates. Daria curled up into a ball, thankfully not dropping her hammer and shield.

The dark elf glanced at the calm illusionist, focusing his attention mainly on the young priest.

"Are you ready? Daria."

Dalia's mental state was much better than before. Although there was still a trace of nervousness on her face, she nodded to Francis and gave the three of them the protection of psychic damage resistance.

Francis continued to describe their action plan: "The plan is like this. We will first use the trick to walk into the mind flayer's ambush, and wait until they appear when they think they can catch us, and kill them."

The little priest nodded slowly while the dark elf was telling her story. When the dark elf finished speaking, she raised her head and stared at him doubtfully, waiting for the follow-up. It took a few seconds for her eyes to widen as she realized that this was all the plan.

"Is this a plan? Isn't this just us rushing forward and killing the enemy?" What kind of plan is this? ! Isn't there no arrangement at all? Just fighting the mind flayer? !

Francis tilted his head. With his strength, it was a bit difficult to understand what he needed to prepare against some mind flayers who were capable of psychic shock and close combat. He looked at Inlucian, who responded with a pure look and a shrug.

The dark elf said: "We discussed it beforehand, so this is a plan."

Only then did Dalia realize that there were some communication barriers between herself and the dark elves in the team. His thinking mode seemed to be in a logic that was beyond her reach. Dalia sighed, a little confused as to how the warlock in the team who talked in a different way managed to communicate effectively with this person. It was only now that Dalia realized how crucial John's presence was, that he was simply a bridge of communication.

"So, where's John? Why isn't he here participating in our plans."

The dark elf said: "He has been captured by the mind flayer a long time ago."

ah? Dalia's mind went blank and she stood up suddenly. Her first reaction was to rush into the corridor and break into the mind flayer's settlement with weapons in hand to rescue her friends.

Francis grabbed her with quick eyes and hands, pulled her back to him, and held down her flapping hands and feet. Then the dark elf continued: "Calm down, this is also part of the plan."

Dalia turned back and glared at the dark elf fiercely. Her cheeks were inflated and she gritted her teeth and growled: "How can there be such a plan? Throw him in alone! You didn't tell me about his plan at all." !”

Francis looked confused and said to Dalia in a dilemma: "I deliberately separated him from us. John has a special power to suppress the mind flayer. Even one person can protect himself."

"Besides, aren't you afraid of him?"

"His power... is a bit bloody. I'm afraid that revealing too much will make you faint."

Under Francis' helpless eyes, Dalia's face turned red, and her chest was filled with embarrassment, which turned into fighting rage.

"Just do as you say! Let's go! Francis!" Dalia felt that she had to hit something with her hammer before she could feel comfortable.

"Yes." The dark elf drew out his two swords.

Lucian took out his staff and kept praising him.

"Courage! Dalia, you are full of courage at this time!"

…

John Camp planned to cooperate with his companions inside and outside, pretending to be captured and sent to the mind flayer settlement. Judging from their disguised appearance, the mind flayers will definitely cherish themselves as precious material as a spellcaster. They may bring themselves into the brain to be parasitized by mind flayer tadpoles, and they may use themselves for experiments. No matter which one it is, he will be close enough to the mind flayer's mastermind, so that he doesn't have to worry about breaking through the defenses of this fortress layer by layer, but can go straight to Huanglong.

The Warlock is not worried about his own safety. It has been so long since the Mind Flayer has discovered that what is mind-controlled in his mind is only a shallow level of consciousness. From this point of view, it can be seen that this Mind Flayer colony is better than what he has faced before. The Zatanos of the Nautilus fleet are much weaker.

In this fortress, their spiritual powers are no match for him. As for the Mind Flayer Mastermind, John has prepared the key, ready to create a psychic black hole when the Mastermind peeks into his mind.

The Mind Flayer instinctively cannot resist the attraction of the black hole in the mind, and he is curious whether the Mind Flayer Mastermind can do it.

John Kemp was looking forward to surprising them.

The mind flayer took his harvest onto a sloping upward ladder that connected from the top of the mind flayer's fortress to a wide stalactite tower on the highest level. The Mind Flayer's slaves carved out the Mind Flayer's laboratory and a huge sunken platform, the brain pool where the Master Brain rested.

A huge six-meter-high exposed brain just floated up from the brine pool. The tentacles extending from the cortical folds swayed in the air, and the psychic energy gathered around it jumped in the form of lightning on the outer layer of the main brain.

A spellcaster slave.

This rare harvest made the main brain release a trace of joy. It was about to signal the mind flayer to bring the slave closer so that its psychic tentacles could penetrate the slave's mind to search for knowledge and information. A premonition that made it uneasy made the main brain pause.

The nearby mind flayers and the accused slaves and the main brain paused their thoughts synchronously.

John knew he was exposed.

Virtis's sinful chains tore the body of the mind flayer to pieces. The warlock opened his eyes, and the blood-red psychic tentacles opened like flowers. John stared at the huge brain tissue not far away with a slightly regretful expression.

"What a sharp intuition. It seems that the weaklings living in the dark area are not without merit."

In the perception of the mind flayer main brain, John Kemp was a dangerous, powerful and weird... fellow. It knew the consequences of contact with its own kind. The panicked Mastermind sent out all the mind flayers and the slaves who served him, and sent out a distress signal to all the mind flayers in the fortress.

There were too many mind flayers. Under the call of the Mastermind, John was surrounded by the mind flayers before he could reach the Mastermind. The mental shock of the encirclement was enough to destroy the mind of any creature.

His head was shattered and collapsed into darkness.

So we knew that the end was coming.

The psychic energy was extracted from our bodies.