In the heart of Almería, the turnover of hotels in the city center has plummeted almost in the form of a big dive.

The reason is simple: human tourists almost no longer travel to this seaside city due to the occupation of the undead armies, and the undead themselves have no need to sleep.

Therefore, not only the hotels in the city, but also the tertiary industries such as the catering industry and the entertainment industry, all of them have closed down, closed their doors, and lost so much money that even the boss did not dare to admit it.

As for the few out-of-town guests who had already checked in, the hotel staff naturally offered them as if they had been rewarded - because the whole of southern Iberia was full of undead, and most of these guests had postponed their original plans to leave, but that didn't mean they wouldn't change hotels.

On this day, a guest had just returned from outside, carrying a large bag of food in his hand...... It seems to be procured from outside.

So the hotel attendants surrounded her attentively, carried her bag all the way to the 5th floor, and delivered it directly to the door of the room.

"Coming back?" It was Sheila who opened the door.

"Hmm." Medea brought food supplies into the room and saw Nola, Sidlifa, Peggy, and Asker around the table playing flying chess.

Eleanor sat at the small table by the window, still tinkering with her plan.

"Why did you win again?" When Asker had once again brought all four flying pieces to the end, Nora laughed helplessly and put down the dice.

"Alas, such good luck deserves to be the head of the regiment." Sidlifa laughed from the side. She was the lagging behind in this game, and even three of her pieces were smashed back to .asxs. halfway through, and she didn't throw a 6 to get them back on the fly until the end.

"It's really worthy of being the head of the regiment." Peggy echoed, smiling sweetly with dimples, but her eyes unconsciously turned to the window.

Seeing her gaze, Mi'er quickly turned her head and pretended to look out the window with Mia.

"New information?" Sheila, who closed the door, asked.

"Hmm." Medea flicked her hair and replied lazily.

The progress of spying information from the city was unexpectedly smooth, and the undead were extra poor in resistance to the extraordinary strength of the mind class due to the crippled mind and body, so Medea used it to plant seeds for them all with no effort in the past few days.

Parasitic Seed, an ability she gained from her promotion to Lv. 12, was inspired by Raphael's use of the Fruit of Eden to plant a backdoor in people's hearts.

The psychic seed from the law of manipulation, silently falling on any mental body, will gradually take root in it, and will be able to feed back its mental activity to Medea at any time, no matter how far apart it may be—it is equivalent to saying that this parasite becomes part of Medea's eyes and ears.

As time goes by, the seed will go deeper and deeper, and it will not only be the thoughts of the parasite, but even every memory and every thought of him...... Until the parasite's mental body is completely infiltrated into a sieve, and every move is perceived by Medea.

This skill, no one except Medea herself, knows when she comprehended and promoted to the rank, and she herself mysteriously never mentions it. It wasn't until recently that Asker asked her a few times that she roughly provided some vague data.

For example, she can maintain continuous monitoring of up to 18 parasites at a time, and if this number is exceeded, she will have to unmonitor some of them before she can incorporate new ones into the monitoring network.

For example, against parasitic enemies, using the Psychic Thread is almost a second connection, which greatly enhances both speed and stealth.

Asker was naturally well aware of the fact that Miss Succubus must have concealed the actual effect of the skill, but he was keenly aware of the true value of this skill:

Although it is a pure reconnaissance skill, it does not have any output ability, but the key is that there is no upper limit to the number of parasites.

Medea's spirituality is consumed only by monitoring the parasite, and is not required to maintain the existence of the parasitic seed itself.

In other words, if in an extremely ideal environment, Medea can even plant parasitic seeds for all creatures in the world, and the subsequent effect will be terrifying.

For example, the Lord of the Filth that everyone has fought in Bavaria, because of the major rules and bloodline, can integrate the main body into the body of any mouse, and can seamlessly switch between the "rat net" at any time.

This means that to defeat him, you'll first have to find his body, and if you don't kill him fast enough, he can quickly no-clip out and transfer to other rats.

This weird tactic is undoubtedly the nemesis of most transcendentals, as strong as Eleanor's invincibility, Peggy's curse, can kill dozens or hundreds of rats at will, but there is no way to find the opponent's body.

However, Medea was able to conceal a large number of individuals in the parasitic rat colony in advance before the battle.

Then, when the opponent's body turns into a parasite, it suddenly shoots out a spiritual thread to control the opponent. This is the strength of the law of the mind, which is not good at attacking head-on problems, but it is easy to use in the field of detection and control.

"Counting today, how many undead have you parasitized?" Asker asked casually.

"I don't know, maybe a few hundred." Medea also said casually, and suddenly laughed slyly, "You know what? Asker, I ran into a necromancer today. ”

"Who?" Asker asked.

"A guy named Ansala." Medea looked at Mier.

Mi'er was slightly stunned, and then reacted: this guy named Ansara is the wizard who resurrected her as a banshee in Constantinople in the parallel world.

Her mood was slightly more subtly complicated, but it quickly calmed down.

That's just the original trajectory of fate, now I'm Mi'er, not a banshee king with hatred, emptiness and loneliness!

Seeing that Mi'er was silent, Medea smiled and said:

"That guy has recently become obsessed with the so-called 'Banshee Transformation', obsessed with collecting all kinds of female corpses and using them to create and improve different kinds of banshees. The invisible banshee we encountered at the gates of the city was one of the results of his transformation. ”

"It's disgusting!" Mia stuck out her tongue.

"Medea, what do you mean......" Sheila realized that Medea had specifically mentioned this person, definitely not just for small talk.

"The Banshee's detection ability, I don't think I need to explain it to everyone, right?" Medea smirked, "This transcendent named Ansara has a bloodline and laws that are all born to manipulate banshees. If our team can have these abilities of his, as long as a large number of invisible banshees are thrown around, won't it be a perfect detection and early warning for the team? ”

"You mean ......," Eleanor was immediately moved.

She has been studying the plan diligently for the past few days, and of course she knows how many unnecessary risks can be eliminated for the next journey if there are hundreds of more invisible flying eyes and ears.

"But what are you going to do?" She frowned, wondering if she was going to capture him and torture him, forcing the necromancer to submit?

"Guess?" Medea smiled slightly, and an invisible thread of mind popped out of her hand, hitting Eleanor's mental body, which was protected by will.