At the place where the silver sword stabbed, the black blood of the Witch King spilled to the ground, and where it flowed, the rock turned into powder.

Polis's massive body vanished from place and flashed from another. He looked down at his still bleeding wound and yelled angrily, ", these ants......"

"At your size," Muscle Daddy commented as he held the deformed silver sword. "Maybe you can really ants. ”

The Psychic Warlock glanced at the strong man quickly, partly out of surprise that he could still make fun of the other at such a time, and partly because he was curious about the changes that had taken place in the silver sword.

The blade of the sword has been elongated and turned into the shaft of a spear, and the surface is still made of the same material as if it had solidified mercury. The tip of the sword was transformed into a spearhead, and black blood dripped from the end. Everything around was distorted and reflected on the surface of the spear.

Polis, as if trying to distance himself, is stopped by Satilly, and the two get tangled again. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Muhati asked Muscle Daddy. "How did you do that?"

"What's going on?"

"This sword...... How did you turn it into a spear?"

"Hmm...... Is this because I'm so fierce?" Muscle Daddy thought for a moment, then added. "Anyway, I thought hard about it, and then it deformed. ”

"It's the first time I've seen a silver sword change shape on its own. The Psychic Warlock commented. "Maybe this Daken's silver sword is different. ”

"Maybe I'm different. Muscle Daddy protested. "You have to look at the possibilities from a logical point of view. ”

"I'm particularly skeptical about that. ”

"There is nothing to doubt!" said the strong man. "Look, I can make it transform again. ”

As soon as the words fell, the spear changed again. The surface of the flowing mercury was distorted and deformed, and the muscular father frowned, as if trying to think as the metal that made up the spear gradually shortened.

In the end, a new weapon was presented to the strong man. A scimitar of a strange style, with the sword split into two heads. Muscle Daddy glanced at it with satisfaction and commented. "It's easier to use. ”

"I hope so. Muhadi said to him. "It's going to come in handy again soon. ”

In the distance, Polis, who was exchanging powerful spells with the Coral Witch, said to his opponent in a tone of suppressed anger. "You forced me to do this!"

Before Satili could speak, the Witch King suddenly chanted a spell that was very different from the rest, and his voice was so rough and terrible that it sent chills down the spine. Even those powerful Barthez devils felt a chill in their hearts for no reason when they heard this spell.

A thick dragon roar tore through the sky, and a huge body emitting multicolored light broke through the sky.

So solemn, so brilliant, its momentum made the devils in the battle pause for a moment. Grand Duke Balzeb stopped his eager guards, wondering why Tiamat, the queen of the five-colored dragons, would descend here. Then there is another, more pressing question, which side is Tiamat on?

The dragon scurried down, and Satili said sarcastically to Polis. "I thought you didn't like working with inhuman races. ”

"Cooperation? I'm just using it. As if anxious to clarify this, Polis snarled at the Coral Witch. "It's like a scimitar, a staff...... It's a tool, nothing more. When it's done, I'll put an end to it. ”

"I'm curious......" Sadiri replied, not to be outdone. "What would be the reaction if the five-colored dragon queen heard you call her a tool? ”

"There will be no reaction. The Witch King replied confidently.

The sudden appearance of the Ten Thousand Colors Returning Dragon also surprised the Barthez guarding the fortress for a while. Some of them couldn't figure out what the sudden arrival of the dragon god, who was known for his temper and capriciousness, was about. Tiamat's Divine Domain is on the second level of Barto, and it has a decent relationship with the Iron Grand Duke Dispat, but it rarely visits the other Barthez nobles.

Archduke Mephistophelis, posed as Polis, sharply ordered Tiamat to attack, and the latter did not hesitate to launch a ferocious attack. Flames and lightning enveloped the walls and watchtowers of this part of the fortress, and even some of the nearby Badez demons were killed.

The Psychic Warlock lowered his head and hid behind the battlements, and dragon flames flew a few feet above his head. The heat softens the rock, causing the towers to melt and deform like candles. Muhadi showed patience for elemental damage and barely managed to keep himself from being hurt. Muscle Daddy doesn't have any powers, but when he crouches, he grabs Barthez's corpse and holds it over his head. The devil's skin seems to be inherently resistant to fire, so he doesn't hurt much.

Although Polis was injured, he became even more insane. A series of spell chains were triggered at the same time, and Sadiri couldn't get out of the way. Muhadi briefly looked at the battle and said to the strong man: "Let's deal with the multi-headed dragon." ”

"No problem. Muscle Daddy replied. "I'll deal with the three heads on the left, and you will deal with the two on the right. ”

"It has five heads, but only one torso. The Psychic Warlock proposed. "It's better to think of a way to stab it in the heart, that would be more convenient. ”

"Good idea, but how can I get its heart? Muscle Daddy asked again.

"I could have taken you supermorphosis and let it swallow you. Muhathir said. "What do you think of this idea?"

"Don't even think about it. Muscle Daddy flatly refused. "But you might be able to throw me on its back. ”

"That's what you asked for. Muhati asked. "Are you really going to do that?"

"Why not?" said Muscle Daddy. "Riding a dragon is exciting enough, and after riding a dragon, I can brag about it for the rest of my life. ”

"If you live for the rest of your life. The Psychic Warlock said. "Ask again, won't you change your mind?"

"Of course not, otherwise wouldn't Muscle Daddy look like a coward who is about to retreat?" the strong man finally nodded.

The Psychic saw that he had made up his mind, so he said no more. He focused, showed the ability to lose muscle daddy's weight, and then threw him out with his ability. The latter deftly turned around in the air and grabbed a barb on the dragon's tail so that it did not fall.

Tiamat was using its spit to fight against Satili's magic when it sensed a human climb its tail, and it immediately cast a spell to summon four humanoid servants like Barthez Devil and Dragon-like hybrids. The servants used their hands and feet together, their wings outstretched, balancing, and quickly approached the muscular daddy from the dragon queen's massive body.

Muhati himself was not idle at the moment, he tried to distract Tiamat and make the pressure on Sadiri's side a little less. The other man had five heads, and he guessed that maybe he could use psionic energy to create some chaos between them.

The Psychic Warlock concentrates and unleashes his abilities. The tentacles of his mind stretched out and touched Tiamat's soul. An icy, hostile, destructive force flowed through him like electricity.

Tiamat's consciousness was as vast as the desert, and the psychic mancer's own consciousness was like a lone smoke, a grain of fine sand in the desert. Muhati began to wonder if he had done so wisely.

Why fight for Polis? He sent his doubts into the heart of the dragon queen. He's a human, not a dragon.

No response.

He tried again, but still didn't get an effective response. Tiamat's consciousness seemed to completely ignore the psychic mancer's interference, and he was focused on dealing with his enemies.

Muhadi speculated that Polis might have used instructions or some other magic to confuse Tiamat's consciousness, but he wasn't sure. However, even if it is really magic, it is extremely difficult to crack with the ability of a psychic warlock.

Is there any way to get Tiamat's attention?, the telemancer thought quickly, he didn't know anything about the Ten Thousand Colors Returning Dragon. In fact, he didn't know much about all dragons, and all he knew was limited to messages and stories he heard from others.

Suddenly, Muhati remembered the attack on the satellite base by the Girzeyankees.

From what he'd heard, it seemed that the Giss Yankees had a lot of red dragon mounts. Dragons are rarely willing to ride for humanoids, which may be a bit weird.

The Psychic Warlock concentrates and unleashes a supermorph ability on himself. His face was elongated, his body was distorted, and he had become exactly the same as a Gisyankee in appearance.

Muhati learned the way of thinking of the Ghisyankees he had been exposed to in the past, disguised himself as one of them, and tried to make contact with the consciousness of Tiamat, the Eternal Void Dragon.

He didn't know if he could perfectly simulate a Giss Yankee's thinking fluctuations, or if Tiamat would actually look a Gisyankee differently.

But his adventure succeeded, and the dragon queen actually responded, although it was only a subconscious cry full of impatience.

"Don't interfere with my fight, Inheritor of Guise!"

Upon receiving the response, the Psimancer's confidence was boosted, and he immediately began to think about how he should answer appropriately. Tiamat calls me the heir of Guise, Muhadi thinks, undoubtedly referring to the legendary hero of the Yankees, the great warrior Gis.

The Psychic knows a little about the history of the Gisyankees, after fighting them many times. The ancestors of the Gisyankees were also humans, but they were taken captive and kept as slaves by the multi-dimensional Psionic Empire. The Psionic Monsters' powerful psychic abilities make these unarmed slaves completely unable to resist and can only be at their disposal.

The Psikuckers need slaves, not only because they require a lot of free labor, but also because they need humanoid races for racial continuity. Unlike the common primary matter plane races, the psivalists do not produce offspring of their own, and metamorphose in a creepy way.

The first stage of a Psiclist's life cycle is something like a tadpole egg. Adult psiclists put these slimy eggs in their own bodies into the pool of their brains and cultivate them, and the eggs will hatch into superminiature octopus-like psiclei larvae. The hatchlings kill each other in the pool, and it takes ten years for them to mature and become the size of a finger, and then the slaves should come in handy.

Adult psivacs will place mature hatchlings next to slaves' ears, and the hatchlings will burrow through the ear canals, biting through the skull and devouring the brain. The larvae then develop further within the victim's brain, and through clever control of nerves and glands, the body is completely metamorphosed, eventually becoming an eight-foot-tall, lilac-skinned, octopus-like head and six tentacles.

Slaves live a miserable life in the dark under the oppressive rule of the Spirit-Suction Monsters, and from birth to death, even their souls are not free. They are confused, and under the powerful control of the mind, they have no self-awareness, only obedience. But what the spirit-sucking monsters didn't expect was that the seeds of rebellion had been quietly planted.

The evolutionary forces of those slaves, after generations of reproduction, have made them different from their ancestral humans. They have become stronger and more resilient. Some of them have even been controlled by the psychic ability of the spirit absorbing monster for a long time, and gradually developed resistance to the psychic energy, and even awakened their own abilities.

A slave named Jerseymon was the first to break free from the mind control of the Psion, realized the concept of "self", and for the first time had a yearning for freedom and a sense of rebellion against the Psychic Monster. He inspired many slaves to break free from mind control, and the wildfires of rebellion burned within the multi-dimensional Psionic Empire.

The great warrior Gith was not the first slave to awaken, but her awakening gave the spirit-absorbing monsters the heaviest blow.

Before gaining free consciousness, the Great Samurai Guise was the bodyguard and bodyguard of the Spirit-Sucker, who was not good at hand-to-hand combat, despite his terrifying psychic abilities. Not only is Guise a martial artist, but she is also a natural strategist, and no one can match her among the Spirit Suckers.

Jersey Mon and Keith hit it off at first sight, and he made the first silver sword in the multiverse for her. In the material soup of the Chaos Sea plane, Jerseymon condensed the first silver sword with pure will and psionic energy, and since then, the silver sword has had irreplaceable religious significance for these rebellious slaves.

The two fought side by side and became intimate, and under their leadership, the Spirit-Suck Empire finally fell apart, turning into a community that was hostile to each other. But there is a rift between Jersey Mon and Guise, two comrades-in-arms who once entrusted each other's lives to fight against the mighty Psicosuck Empire.

Guise advocates the extermination of the remaining psionics, even if it means keeping the people at war to endure. Jerseymon believes that although the Psitron Empire has collapsed, the power of the Psion is still extremely strong, and the war will last for many, many years, but victory is out of reach. How long will the people have to endure for the sake of victory? The people should not bear the weight of war after being freed from the slavery of the spirit-absorbing monsters.

The opposition between Guise and Jersey Mon caused a great schism among the insurgents. The former's followers, who call themselves the Gisyankees, settled on the astral plane, and founded the Gisyankee Empire on the ruins of the old Spirit-Sucking Empire. The followers of the latter call themselves the Gis Sere, who live in seclusion in the Chaos Sea plane.

This is an important page in the history of the multiverse, where the Butterz Devils created the Tieflin Half-Devil Race by capturing slaves on the main material plane in order to get more cannon fodder in the bloody battle. After the failure of Tiefling's rebellion, the devils dug out billions of brains to create the Sea of Consciousness, which eventually became the god of the spirit-absorbing monsters and created the spirit-absorbing monster race. The Psicospire Empire was overthrown by its own slaves, and the Gisyankee Empire became one of the most powerful forces in the multiverse.

According to the information that Muhadi himself learned, the Great Samurai Gise was the first empress of the Gise Yankee Empire. But she didn't rule long and soon mysteriously disappeared. Now, the Celestial Dragon uses the title "Inheritor of Gith", and the mysterious connection between the Yankees and the Red Dragons is reminiscent of the fact that Gis's disappearance may have something to do with Tiamat.

"Don't interfere with you?!" Muhati tried to provoke Tiamat, hoping to get more information, while Tisadiri and Muscle Daddy shared some of the pressure. "Have you forgotten the Great Samurai Gis?!"

Tiamat's movements seemed to pause for as long as a heartbeat, and two of the five heads spun around, looking in the direction of the psychic warlock. "I haven't forgotten anything! Of course I remember the agreement between me and Guise, but you don't have the right to decide what I do!" the dragon's roar almost made Muhati unsteady on his feet, and Muscle Daddy, though he was clutching bone spurs and fighting the four dragon demons, glanced worriedly.

The question of what agreement immediately came to Muhadi's mind, did the Guise make a deal with Tiamat, so that those red dragons would cooperate with the Guise Yankees to attack the bases on the satellite.

Another question arises, how can I take advantage of this finding?

He first used his ability to contact Satili, who was fighting Polis, who had already gained the upper hand, and Polis seemed to be a little overwhelmed by the attack and defense.

I need you to do me a favor, he said to the female mage.

Do as you ask, Satili responds. The Psychic then asks the mage to complete a trap with Transfiguration, which is a bit of an unusual size, but Coral Witch manages to do so in the intervals between battles with Polis.

The Psychic Warlock then used his ability to send another message directly to the Celestial Dragon, "It's you and not me who have forgotten who you are!

Muhadi hoped that saying this would anger the other party, and at least make the five-colored dragon queen hate the Gisyankees and stop letting his dragons help the inhabitants of the astral plane.

The effect was beyond his expectations.

Psychic warlocks can sense the fluctuations of other people's thoughts, and different emotions have different characteristics. For example, anger was like a flame in his psionic senses.

At least the anger of a normal person is like a flame in his senses. And Tiamat, the god of the five-colored dragons, burned like a miniature sun.

Tiamat jerked back, his two front paws pressed against the two towers, and the rubble fell from the towers under its weight. It gave up on pursuing the Coral Witch who was fighting with Polis and glared at the Psychic Warlock. Ten giant, round eyes stared oppressively at the tiny human disguised as a Giss Yankee.

Polis never regained his original form as a dragon, and he was furious when he found that the dragon controlled by his own spells had suddenly withdrawn from the battle in front of him. Tiamat must have encountered something that angered him so much that he ignored the misguided spells. This stupid reptile, the Witch King scolded in his heart, but the five heads didn't even have a little brain, so they were easily led away by the psychic warlock.

"Tear up the agreement?!How dare the Yankees of Giss tear up the agreement with me?!" Tiamat's roar made the fortress tremble from its foundations. "Do you think you can save Guise?!She's mine, and always will be!"

The five-colored dragon god spread its wings, covering half of the sky, and then swooped down towards the Psychmancer. It intends not only to kill this arrogant Giss Yankee, but also to tear him to shreds with its own hands. The muscular daddy slammed the silver sword into its tail so that it wasn't thrown off.

Then, Tiamat's wings were severed in the air, and one neck seemed to be strangled by something invisible, twisting backwards at a strange angle, obviously broken.

After receiving a summons from a psychic warlock, Sadiri used Transfiguration to create these enchantment-enhanced nanowires. Although she didn't know the names of these things on Earth, she could create extremely thin threads with spells, and they were far stronger than materials on Earth.

Dragon's blood, which contained divine power, gushed out like a flood from the wound at the base of the wing, and a rain of blood seemed to rain on the platform at the top of the fortress. Touched by the raindrops, Barthez fell screaming and tumbling on the ground as if he had been exposed to a highly corrosive acid. The claws left deep scratches on the rocky ground.

Tiamat fell heavily to the ground, clinging to the walls of the fortress on all fours to keep himself from falling onto the ice. It began to chant in the dragon language, trying to use its magic to heal its injuries.

Muhathir knew it was time for him to make a move.