Martin turned away in a daze, and returned to the ranks of the swordsmen, and everyone gathered around and asked:

"How's it going?"

"Does he agree?"

"Do you want me to raise my arms and ......?"

"Go, go, what, what!" Martin said depressedly, "Hans, he has completely become a dog, and now he is the loyal lackey of the other party, so that everyone listens to the chief." ”

All:..................

"This can't be?" Everyone felt inexplicable, "Is this a good thing?" He's been taken off his command, and Hans isn't angry? ”

"Could it be this chief, there is someone behind it?"

"Who is behind the scenes? The teacher is a demigod of the physics department! ”

"Not necessarily." Someone disagreed, "Don't the demigods eat and drink Lazar?" We have a group of thirty or forty people, where does the money come from? ”

"Sponsored by the nobility! Wasn't Nuremberg in charge of that? ”

"So, this chief must be the child of some great nobleman in the empire, who came out to gild and relax! Otherwise, how could the teacher personally arrange to join the group, let Nuremberg pinch his nose and admit the identity of the chief, and let Hans be a dog's leg? ”

Everyone said they were scared. Everyone has seen the aristocracy, but the big nobles ...... There are only a few holy families in the country, Saxony, Wolff, Weissbach, Weiting, Hohenstaufen, they can be counted on one hand, which family did this guy named Aske come from?

"Even if you are from a big noble, you can't command blindly!" Someone said that our swordsmen can't tend to be inflammatory, "If you have been pampered since childhood, how much combat experience can you have?" Bring a few beautiful weapons, with two handmaidens transcendental, and come out to direct everyone to solve the mutation? Will the mutant recognize his nobility? ”

"So what do you say?" Martin said impatiently, "Hans has already spoken harshly, asking everyone to give face to this chief, and whoever doesn't give it will be killed." ”

So everyone could only sigh and sigh. Hans must have to give face, so what else is there to say?

Listen honestly.

With a wave of his hand, Aske ordered everyone to move forward and explore, and the team moved in a sparse manner.

Entering the second hall, there are a number of vertical culture tanks, most of which still seem to be well sealed, and the liquid inside is not cloudy as Fǔ Bài, soaked in creepy otherworldly creatures like octopuses.

The paper on the desk was almost rotten, but the handwriting with an inert pen was still legible on a small blackboard lying flat.

Ordering the swordsmen to be on guard, Asker took two girls around to look around, only to see that the blackboard read:

“…… Keter-O22W73FH, the seal species 'Mind Flayer'. ”

"Resembling an octopus, it cannot move freely and can only parasitize other creatures. It can directly manipulate the mind and spirits to control the actions of the host, and has intelligence, and the thinking patterns converge with the host. Continuously read the mental activity of the surrounding mental body. ”

"For the host, being possessed means death. Once the Mind Flayer leaves the host, it causes the host's health signal to cease immediately. As such, all regulations for the disposition of human subjects are not to be applied to the Mind Flayer host. ”

"The projects currently being carried out include: psychosomatic parasitism experiments, controllable brainwashing experiments, and memory addition, deletion, modification and retrieval experiments."

"Attention: The gathering of multiple Mind Flayers will form a complex mental body thinking network, which is highly dangerous."

"All Mind Flayers must be sealed separately and independently. Any scientific research experiments involving more than three Mind Flayers must be countersigned and approved by Omega-level management. ”

"Mind Flayer." Asker groaned. It is a transcendent creature that is difficult for players to deal with, and it is also the source of spiritual materials for Psychic II potions.

The main problem with this monster is that it can't move independently, and can only parasitize, so the type of parasitic host affects the combat effectiveness very much.

If a goblin is parasitized, then everyone will kill it directly, without much effort; If you parasitize the dragon, you can basically run away and wait for the demigods to come and deal with it.

Of course, considering the clones in this mutation mixed in**, the first thing was to lure various mercenary teams to explore somewhere, and then disappear...... Aske had basically guessed who they were parasitizing.

It's the missing mercenaries.

Asker thought silently, and saw that Nuo next to him was taking notes quickly, and his eyes lit up:

"Commander, are these the legendary ancient scientific research materials?"

"What's the use of you remembering this?" Asker asked.

"For my dissertation." Noe said.

"Haven't you graduated yet?" Asker was taken aback.

"I've applied for a postponement of graduation." Noh poked his cheek with the barrel of his pen and replied, "I don't think the dissertation topics in the department are interesting. ”

Oh yes. With this girl's family background, it is estimated that there is no need to worry about not being able to get a degree. As long as her family says a word, the school is estimated to be able to send the degree certificate directly.

Aske laughed dumbly, and heard Hans hurrying over and saying:

"The right passage met the enemy and wounded two."

"Let's go." Aske followed Hans, and saw four or five swordsmen slashing around a man.

The man looked like a mercenary, with a shield on his left and a sword on his right, light leather armor, and an "octopus helmet" (Mind Flayer) on his head, and was quickly defending against the attacks of the swordsmen around him.

"This guy has a bit of a good prediction." Hans watched from the side and said, at this time, there were already five swordsmen down, and the others couldn't squeeze in, so they could only watch the mercenary stagger, obviously it seemed that he was about to hit the sword in the next second, but every time he could dodge, parry or block the attacks around him at the last moment.

"It's not a prediction, it's a mind reading." As Aske said this, he saw in the corner of the wall, where Noh was treating two wounded swordsmen. One was hit by a sword in the leg, and the other was cut in the abdomen, but fortunately, it seemed to be fine.

"Mind reading?" Hans was slightly stunned.

"Read out how you're going to attack in your mind, and then defend in advance." Asker replied, pushing away the crowd of onlookers, "Alright, you guys stand down, you can't kill people in this kind of fight." ”

The five swordsmen looked at each other, and immediately covered each other and retreated, and the bystanders may not know, but they only felt that the enemy in front of them was really difficult to fight, and there was a feeling of "needles can't penetrate, water can't splash in", it seems that no matter what move you use, you can't break through his defenses.

The mercenary with the octopus hat on his head hissed in his throat, his pupils dilated, as if he was staring at Asker, and then ...... Suddenly dropped his shield and turned to flee, only to stab Asker's sword and nail him through the wall.

"Isn't it? One-hit domination? ”

"It's because this guy himself has exhausted his physical strength and tried to turn around and run away, that the obvious flaws are revealed."

The swordsmen talked one after another, and their words were clearly excusing the five swordsmen before them.

However, the most unbelievable look was the five swordsmen, they had been fighting with each other for so long before, had the opponent's physical strength been exhausted, couldn't they feel it?

It's not a matter of physical strength, it's like ...... was afraid of the man in front of him, so he turned around and ran away.

Asker's sword was just right, piercing through the opponent's abdomen and not killing him directly. The two surrounding swordsmen tried to come forward to harvest the heads, but were stopped by Asker.

He stepped forward and stared at the mercenary for a moment, to be exact, at the octopus on his head, before drawing the sword that had been pinned to his abdomen.