The mantis warriors surrounded the impermeable building, and although they couldn't attack it for a while, the people who stayed inside could hear the sound of Dangdang, which was the sound of the mantis man's weapon hitting the shell of the building.

Muscle Daddy ordered the corpses to be collected and piled aside to prevent infection. The mercenaries still have some food left, so at least they don't have to think about eating corpses to replenish their energy.

Muhadi reached out and pressed against the wall, feeling the vibration of the outside air. Using his ability to synaesthesia, he was able to reassemble the tactile vibrations of the skin into an image in his mind, which was very imprecise, but never ignorant of the outside.

The Mantis did not retreat, in fact they seemed to be demolishing houses to create battering rams, trying to smash open the outer walls of the buildings. However, this is unlikely to succeed, because the outer walls of this building are at least a few feet thick, and ordinary battering rams cannot succeed. The bugs are just trying in vain.

The Psychic Warlock wanted to let go, but suddenly he felt something else. It was inconspicuous, but he noticed a deliberately suppressed breathing. This means that there are other people in this building besides the mercenaries.

Perhaps some of the townsfolk survived, also hiding here in the hope that the mantis people would leave. Muhadi unleashed his psionic energy, observing all the thoughts in his vicinity. Although there were a lot of mercenaries and a lot of noise here, he still easily found a few thoughts that did not belong to his own people, who were hidden in the lower floors of the building.

The Psychic Warlock cleared through the crowd and stepped down the stairs. Muscle Daddy and Raina noticed his unusual behavior and followed through the people who were sitting on the ground resting.

"You're so weird. The girl said, "I haven't seen you cast a spell since we met again." And what's going on now? What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to extract the life force of nature. Muhadi said it was a useful excuse. "As for now, I noticed that we still have a few companions here, and I was about to meet them. ”

"Enemy?" the Moorians began.

"More like a refugee. The psychic replied, "I'll know in a moment." ”

The trio made their way down the stairs inside the building. The people of this town seem to use the building as a storehouse for supplies, stacked with boxes and miscellaneous items. There was a smell of ** in the air, and the smell of blood and corpses were equally lingering.

There doesn't seem to be any movement here, just messy debris and hanging hides. The light emitted by the crystals on the walls is strong and weak, and it is not stable, like a regular heartbeat.

Muhadi stood still, closed his eyes, and then opened them. Then he walked over to the pile of debris, and with a thought he removed the tattered pile of bone carvings, furs, metal ornaments, and cutlery, revealing the man hiding behind him.

Three little boys in ragged clothes, all skinny and bony, with unusually swollen bellies. The clothes they wore were sewn with broken steps, and there were many holes. And Muhati took a closer look and noticed that one of the boys was actually a girl, but because of malnutrition, there were not many female features.

There is no need to use mind-reading techniques for children, simple hints can make them know everything. Muhathir asked: "When did you hide here, and what about the others?"

The children replied in a babbling manner, and after listening for a while, Muhadi understood what had happened. The praying mantis attacked the town disguised as a caravan, and the guards guarding the town were caught off guard and wiped out. Most of the men were killed in battle, and a few were taken captive. And they hid here as soon as there was a fight, and they didn't even know that the praying mantis people also played a game in the town to show "mercy".

"Why don't the others hide here?" asked Muhadi. "It's a place that can last a long time. ”

The three children looked at each other, and then the older one replied. "It's haunted down here. and they didn't dare to come."

"Haunted?" Muhadić said. "What's going on?"

"There really are ghosts!" said the child, eagerly, as if afraid of being suspected of lying. "There are walking spirits down there! they have spells that can take away other people's souls!"

"Undead?" Raina asked.

"Nonsense. "Muscle daddy table insights. "There are no 'immortal' monsters in this world, and anything that is beheaded by Daddy will die. Dried corpses and ghosts are. ”

If there are any undead in the building, it's dangerous to stay here. Muhati decided to clear the problem first, "Let's go and see, if there is a monster, then take action." "A psychic warlock plus a powerful warrior like a muscle daddy is more than enough to deal with ordinary monsters. The other mercenaries are not very skilled, and the space here is narrow, so it doesn't make sense to bring too many people. "You three go up there," he said to the little ones. "Ask a guy who is always drunk to order food, and say it's Muhadi's request. ”

The children quickly vanished, and the Moors nodded, "What about her?"

Raina is not capable of fighting, and it is indeed inconvenient to bring it. But Muhati didn't want her to go back to the mercenaries, so he said, "Come along, I'll take care of you." ”

The girl looked at Muhadi with some gratitude, "I can fight." She pulled a dagger from the scabbard strapped to her calf, "I've learned how to survive on my own. ”

The psychic warlock looked at the lancet-like dagger, it was better than nothing. He didn't say anything more and walked ahead to lead the way.

Soon to the room where walking ghosts were said to be there, the psychic warlock was on his toes, and he did not notice any fluctuations in his thoughts. Aren't monsters some kind of high-level undead creatures, just skeletons and other unintelligent miscellaneous creatures? Or are monsters so powerful that they can shield their senses?

Turning a corner, a qiē suddenly became clear. Muhadi saw a slightly humanoid figure suspended in the air, yellow-green points of light flickering from time to time, and strange voices coming out of the figure.

It wasn't a spell, it was clearly an ancient halfling language, but he couldn't understand it himself. As for this humanoid, it is not a ghost or an undead monster, it is an intelligent servant created by an ancient half-body, a bit like a machine qì man. However, it is not composed of metals and electrical circuits, but is formed by the combination of biological tissues and organic matter. Muhaditong Guò looked closely, and now the skin on this thing has a muscular texture, which should be a kind of ancient creature modified by a halfling. Of course, it's incredible that organic organisms can live so long, and where does it get its energy from when there's no water or food?

Muhadi observed a green glow on the ground, which seemed to come out of several barrels, which answered his doubts. Although he didn't have the means to analyze the liquids in detail, he could feel the dense energy contained in them. Apparently this was the source of the intelligent servant's energy, he thought, but he didn't dare drink it himself. What was left over from tens of thousands of years ago is not good for modern life, and the three little ghosts before said that ghosts can take away people's souls, which may be what they are referring to.

Understanding the essence of this thing, it is simple to do. The intelligent servants are similar to golems, with no real thoughts, only pre-set response patterns. To deal with this kind of thing without intelligence, the telemancer has a hundred ways to easily clean it up.

Muhadi concentrated his mind, stirring up the power of all kinds of psionic equipment in his body, and tried to project illusions into the minds of the servants. The level of psychic abilities of the ancient halfling civilization was very high, and it is said that they used abilities to control all creatures. Sure enough, Muhathir succeeded in his first attempt.

The Psychic Warlock projects various imaginary scenes into the miner's mind and observes the reactions of the other party. Under what circumstances it will attack, and under what circumstances it will cooperate, it can be tested by the illusion.

Muhadi motioned for the other two to watch, and he himself stood up and walked up to the servants. The ancient creature saw the telemagician appear, turned around, and looked curiously.

Muhadi, based on the results of his illusions, coped with the servant with ease. Luckily, this thing isn't a combat type, it's more like a normal slave who deals with clutter, so it's not very aggressive. The psychic manipulator fiddled with it a little, and in a moment succeeded in convincing the intelligent servant that he was one of his master's members.

The more the two behind them looked at it, the more surprised they became, the strange suspended ancient relic seemed to be easily hypnotized by Muhadi, and then automatically moved to the wall and groped for it. I didn't see anything moving the thing, and then a crack cracked in the wall, which gradually widened to form a new door.

Probably the original purpose of this thing was to guard this place, Muhadi thought, so it opened the door after confirming that it was also a member of the Halfling Psykers. But this room looks like it hasn't been used for thousands of years, and I don't know if there's anything useful in it. It is best to be able to come in handy immediately to repel the mantis people, and secondly, it is good to have some ancient spiritual energy experience, which can be used to improve one's strength.

Muhati waited for a while to make sure the air in the room was updated before stepping inside. As soon as he entered the place, a hot and humid smell began to irritate his nasal passages, like the body odor of an old man. There was no light source in the inner chamber, and although the psychic warlock himself didn't care if there was light or not, he still emitted a bright light from his eyes in order to make Moore and Raina see clearly.

The darkness of the inner chamber shrank into corners and shadows as if stimulated. There seemed to be something large and soft in the darkness, and as the darkness faded, it also lurked. There was an oil painting hanging on the wall of the space, and before the psychomancer could read the contents, the pattern on the canvas began to change. Traces of white and cloudy quickly appeared, and the originally brilliant and sharp colors and lines became gray and illegible. The result is an abstract painting of 6 strange lights.

Surprised, Muhadi immediately held his breath and used his psionic energy to probe the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, a dark shadow appeared in the corner of the inner room, a cat-like monster ready to pounce. The monster's eyes turned out to be as reflective as the humanoids, and were completely black. And the monster's skin seems to change color depending on the environment, so that it can better conceal itself. In addition, it also seems to have some psychic power, and it can instinctively paralyze the feeling of the psychic warlock, and it didn't let him appear as a sneak attacker in the first place.

It was supposed to be the ancestor of some kind of monster that existed on Atas, but Muhati couldn't really see what its descendants had evolved. Time didn't allow him to think about it anymore, and as soon as the monster showed itself exposed, it immediately pounced, and its mouth opened wide to reveal three rows of sharp fangs. Unknown mucus hung between the fangs, hideous and abnormal.

Muhadi Tong Guò knew the battle to determine the route of the attack, then concentrated on the spiritual energy, pushed the monster against the wall behind him in the air, and then stirred up the time in his boots to increase his ability. For a moment, the surrounding Qiē seemed to be still, and the Psychic Warlock calmly summoned a swarm of crystal shards. When time began to flow again, the dense crystals flew by, instantly pinning the monster to the wall. The monster had been pierced several times, but it didn't die instantly. Its screams before it died made the hairs stand on end.

Luckily, the Psychic Warlock said secretly, and was almost succeeded by a sneak attack by a monster. With its degree, if it hadn't been aware of the light erosion phenomenon in advance, perhaps none of the three people would have been able to reflect the sneak attack.

Light erosion is a common phenomenon of destruction of oil paintings before the 18th century, and it gradually disappeared after the 18th century due to the exhibition of oil film technology, but it cannot be extinct. There have even been examples of oil paintings at auctions being damaged by camera flashes. Muhadi had accompanied his family to some art auctions when he was on Earth, so he knew a little bit about it, so he reacted at first sight.

Essentially, light erosion is generally caused by the whitening of the acidified zinc and calcium carbonate in oil paints under strong light. But the art of painting on Atas does not use these pigments, and the halflings paint with other raw materials. However, in addition to the above two substances, there are other substances that can also cause similar effects, such as sulfites.

The salts in the air will dissolve in the painting due to changes in temperature and humidity, and if they encounter strong light, they will cause light erosion. When the psychic saw the light erosion, he immediately thought that there might be living things in this inner chamber, because the organic matter was decaying, and the air contained sulfur. He had the heart to investigate, and sure enough, it was something.

Muhadi has learned nothing remarkable on Earth, but to the Atas natives, there is something mysterious. At least Muscle Daddy and Raina didn't understand how Muhati had noticed the monster, they thought it was some kind of special powerful psychic, or magic.

In Tyre, those who were attracted by the sermons of the Psychic Warlock were more or less aware of something different in Muhadi as a person. Sometimes he can come up with some fantastic and whimsical ideas, and there is no shortage of them. Even in the execution, the psychic mancer took on a strange familiarity, as if he had experience with these things. In the case of training the new army, al-Muhathir made many interesting suggestions to the council, most of which proved to be extremely valuable. And what surprised the parliamentarians even more was that he seemed to have foreseen in advance what problems he would encounter in practice, and even thought of solutions.

To the parliamentarians and ordinary people in Tyre, Muhadi came from a nomadic tribe and did not appear to have received a systematic education at all. However, he was not ignorant, and even appeared to be quite wise. This feeling, as if he had been mystically guided in the dark, gave him knowledge that was not commensurate with his status.

Leaving aside the other people's senses of Muhadi, after killing the monster, the psychic mancer made his rounds under the somewhat admiring gaze of the other two. Soon, a strange platform appeared in his inner room. On this platform is a hemispherical transparent crystal, which is projected with a phantom image of the outside world. If you look closely, there are a lot of mantis people the size of ants around the phantom building, who are making siege logs, not the ones outside.

The Moors followed, skeptical of the equipment. Raina whispered, "Is this magic?" and then denied herself. "No way, there was no magic in the age of halflings. ”

"It's a psionic artifact. The psychic warlock explained as he felt the fluctuations in psionic energy. "It's inspecting its surroundings, including the terrain and living beings. ”

Looking at this crystal cover, Muhati had the idea of whether he could break through. With a large amount of valuable equipment captured from Atki, and the support of this surveillance device, it does not seem to be without hope.

The ground beneath his feet shook slightly, and then some kind of low sound sounded, as if some mechanism had been activated. The strange atmosphere kept accumulating, and no one asked out loud, "What the hell is going on?"

Muhadi suddenly had a premonition that the halfling structure, which had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time, was gradually waking up. And his own body resonated at this time, as if responding to this ancient relic.

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