Crimson Servant

The mind flayers, whose consciousness was crushed and whose brains were dead, could no longer keep their bodies afloat. They fell one by one into the underground city below, like rain. Their octopus-shaped heads exploded the moment they touched the hard ground, and gray-white fluid hung in every corner of the city.

The fear of the mastermind was transmitted in the mental network. Each of its tentacles retracted into the folds of its own cortex, and it continued to call its servants in vain. The loss of the mind flayers made the mastermind know the consequences of connecting with the warlocks. In panic, it made the most effective means of survival. The surviving mind flayers all gathered their psychic energy and hid behind the slave servant army.

The chaos of the battle came from the underground city, and the frantic slaves screamed in fear when they saw their masters' broken bodies. The death of the mind flayers and the withdrawal of the mastermind caused the psychic energy that controlled them to begin to weaken. The minds controlled by psychic energy gradually broke free from the shackles of confinement. The slaves regained their sanity and no longer obeyed the orders of those evil masters. Some of them took advantage of the turmoil to flee everywhere, trying to leave this terrible place; others picked up weapons nearby and took revenge on their former masters who were in a disadvantaged position.

Fighting and screaming rang out in various parts of the Mind Flayer City, and the roars of the gray dwarves and the roars of the giants drowned out the voices that sounded like liquid flow. The situation became more chaotic, and the control of the main brain over the city was shrinking.

It could feel that the number of Mind Flayers in the mental network was rapidly decreasing, some because of death, and some because of voluntary detachment. They all knew that the psychic killer was next to the main brain, and the main brain sadly discovered that it was abandoned by the surviving Mind Flayers.

But this setback did not dispel the main brain's survival instinct, because it was oppressing it and desperately squeezing the power in its mind, the foundation of the city that the Mind Flayers plundered.

Several people of different races stood in front of John Kemp.

A dark elf woman, an orc man, and a gray dwarf. They were well-equipped, with deep purple halos in their eyes. Although they were in a controlled state, their tense muscles and ferocious expressions on their faces were no different from those of ordinary people.

They were warriors carefully selected by the master from the slaves. Under the psychic control of the entire master, these creatures could burst out their original combat power, or even higher.

"For the master!!" After saying this in their respective ethnic languages, several servants of the master attacked John from three angles.

The sorcerer sneered and manipulated the chains of sin to drill out of the blood pool. Now that he was absorbing psychic energy, he felt his mind cool and had an urge to vent his power.

The orc held a half-man-high shield and a sharp axe in his hand, and rushed to the sorcerer first. His shield quickly whipped John's body, and the iron shield made a dull sound of collision with metal. Blood came out from the side of the shield, sucking the orc's equipment firmly and stabbing his arm.

The orc, who had a good fighting instinct, immediately let go of the shield, changed his hand axe from a chop to a cut, cut into the depths of the tentacles controlling the shield, and retreated with one strike. Without giving the opponent time to react, the gray dwarf holding a staff had already released a huge fireball, smashing it towards the warlock without considering the orc's safety. If the orc had not retreated quickly, the scorching flames would have hit him hard without distinguishing between friend and foe.

The gray dwarf's fireball seemed to have an effect, and the blood-colored barrier of the disarming shield lost its mana to break, and the high-temperature steam emitted rolled up thick smoke. A dark figure jumped out of the darkness, and the sharp blade in his hand stabbed towards the center of the burning ashes.

The mastermind and his servants believed that no one could survive such a series of attacks, and psychic power was not omnipotent. They waited patiently for the result, and the mastermind's squirming cortex had already conveyed the feeling of relief for surviving the disaster.

The screams of the dark elves ruined their dreams.

The dark elf assassin who launched the fatal blow did not break away from the enemy, and she was caught. A scaly claw grabbed her wrist, and the brute force caused her dagger to slip out of her hand.

The ashes dispersed, and a dragonborn with bright red scales stood there, staring at the main brain with purple-red vertical eyes, and the contempt and complacency were expressed in a cruel grin. Although everything looked like a different person, the sense of crisis that still stung in the psychic perception made the main brain understand that this dragonborn was the terrible psychic killer.

John Little Dragon Camp heard his heart vibrating like an excited war drum. He wanted to laugh wildly and release the burning desire to kill in his heart, but his sober mind suppressed this impatient desire. He wanted to taste their fear bit by bit, just like peeling their skin bit by bit with a knife.

The warlock let go of the dark elf's wrist, and the jumping red lightning flowed on the surface of the dark elf woman's body. The paralysis controlled her actions and was not fatal for the time being. John subconsciously left the dark elf to the end.

He stepped forward with his claws, his sharp nails knocking on the floor with a crisp sound, and moved forward towards the orcs and gray dwarves, crouching down like a beast ready to hunt, and the charging dragonborn turned into a shadow.

The stronger orc tried to block the path of the shadow, but he fell to his knees with a plop after he took a few steps. The orc's mouth was bleeding, his fingers clenched his chest and endured the heart-wrenching pain. He coughed violently, and every time he coughed, a cloud of red mist would spray out from his mouth and nose.

This is why John thought his combat instincts were pretty good, not bad, but not great. The orc thought he was careful, but it was not good enough. It was a foolish decision to fight the warlock of Virtis without the suppression of divine power.

John's initial goal was to rush to the gray dwarf, the opponent's only remaining combat power.

After the gray dwarf wizard learned of the warlock's plan, he immediately released the human immobilization spell he had chanted. The spell fell on the charging dragonborn, causing his body to pause. The spell was successful, and the gray dwarf couldn't believe that he had done it. The monster with a hideous head and horns stood in front of him like a statue, opening his big mouth full of fangs.

The gray dwarf was so excited that he didn't notice that the shadow under his feet was slowly stretching, exceeding his original height, and turning into the shape of another dragonborn.

"I've always wanted to try this..."

The dragonborn in the state of immobilization turned dark, and the gray dwarf looked back in horror. The red dragonborn who was looking down at him opened his big mouth. Red dragon flames spewed out of his throat, so close that the gray dwarf could see every detail of his oral activity.

"Zero-distance breath."

Watching the gray dwarf turn into a wailing torch, John felt relieved, which was also revenge for the fireball attack on his face.

John Kemp changed back to human form from the dragonborn state, raised his head, and looked at the main brain that was close at hand.

He had already won. The torture of the orcs and the gray dwarves magnified the pain in the minds of the two brain-controlled slaves, like opening a hole in the main brain's mental pipeline.

John Kemp connected to the main brain's mental network, and he felt the main brain's fear and pleading for mercy more accurately.

"I'm sorry, but I have an unknown opponent now." John said insincerely sorry, and controlled the psychic energy to search the memory area of ​​the main brain. The main brain of the mind flayer is a collection of the mind flayer's consciousness. John is more eager to find relevant information about the Red Ice Blessed from this living library.

This forced search of memory is devastating to the brain, and the sorcerer will not feel any guilt for hurting such a monster. If possible, he even wants to sacrifice it while searching for the main brain, which can be regarded as making the best use of it.

Under the pressure of the sorcerer's spiritual power, the brain tissue of the main brain shrank little by little, and liquid continued to flow out from the bottom of the main brain and fell into the brine pool below.

In the end, the main brain was not even the size of a walnut.

John finally let go of his hand with satisfaction. He got some information. The swelling and pain caused by excessive brain activity were gradually recovering under the influence of spiritual power. Thinking became clear, and the sorcerer remembered that he seemed to have missed something.

A cry of pain made the sorcerer turn his head and he remembered what he had forgotten.

The dark elf was lying on the ground, heading away from the sorcerer. The death of the main brain made the female dark elf regain consciousness. When she realized what kind of enemy she was facing before, she did not hesitate to escape when John was not paying attention. But the dark elf underestimated the power of violent lightning. Every inch of her muscles was twitching, and her trembling muscles were like locked gears that could not move.

Her white hair dragged in the dust. The dark elf gritted her teeth and tried to get rid of the paralysis. She used her elbows to move towards the edge of the stone platform with difficulty, not towards the suspension bridge. The dark elf seemed to think that even if she fell to death, it would be better than falling into the hands of the sorcerer.

"Are you so scared of me?"

John Kemp's voice appeared behind the dark elf, and she was still three meters away from the edge of the stone platform.

The dark elf slowly turned her head and looked at the dangerous man, with a humble and flattering expression on her face. Her disguise was not good, and fear and hatred made up everything in her eyes. The dark elves are a matriarchal clan society. Every woman here believes that she is naturally higher than men and more powerful than men. Their education has made them never kowtow to men, and they regard this as an intolerable insult.

What's more, for a male slave who is not even a dark elf, in her eyes, John may be no different from a Los beast (livestock in the underground world, equivalent to cattle on the surface).

But in the face of survival, everything seems to be tolerable.

"Let me go, and when I return to Menzoberranzan, I will reward you in the name of nobility."

John could hear that when she said this, her voice was almost squeezed out from her teeth.

The warlock did not leave her any thoughts.

"I never believe in the promises of dark elves."

"And I promised him."

"Make sure every dark elf who appears in front of him is a corpse."