The pain in his brain was like something had been taken out of his mind and squeezed, Tarrant hugged his head and vented "uh-huh" to relieve it, he couldn't remember what had just happened, he couldn't remember any fragment of his imagination, as if he had spent a period of time in a complete blank space.

"How so?" the mage said in concern.

"His nemesis training has taught him to resist, but at the same time, he can quickly deplete his mental power, and the success of the Psicosm's detonation will cause him exponential pain," the priest's voice said.

"How long will it last?" said the mage's tone with a hint of unbearability.

"It depends", Rex's voice moved into the distance.

"Tarrant, cheer up", Kitty's voice came to her ear, "Need something to eat?"

Tarrant held his head, all his mental strength was resisting the pain, he couldn't control his body, he couldn't spare the extra strength to speak, and the words that came out of his mouth were only painful "hmm...... Hmmm......"

"There's no sign of the gargoyle, it must have taken the rest of the psivac with it," Rex said.

"Uh......" The last wave of intense pain seemed to be endured, and the depression around Tarrant's head slowly disappeared, and he opened his mouth and let out a long breath.

"You look terrible", the mage's warm hand rested on Tarrant's face.

"It's much better," Tarrant took her hand, "Rex's potion smells good. ”

"The priest of the Storm Knights is special," Rex replied faintly.

The coldness was more like showing off, and Tarrant pursed his lips, he found it difficult to breathe at the tip of his nose, something stuffed in his nose.

"What's wrong, what's there?" the mage keenly sensed this.

Tarrant held his breath and spewed the breath out of his nose, and a small piece of black fell to the ground, staring at the end of the object in confusion.

"I don't look at it", the mage seemed to know what it was.

Tarrant lowered his head, not like an insect, black and wet, with a hint of white slime.

"You're alright," the mage hurriedly continued.

Is that...... Tarrant's eyes darkened, his legs unbalanced and he took two steps back, he felt a strong feeling of suffocation, even if he breathed heavily, he couldn't get rid of the white slime...... Could it be......

"Hey!" Rex walked forward quickly and grabbed Tarrant's shoulder, patting Tarrant's face vigorously with his right hand, "That's not your brain!"

Katrina added, "It's the mage on the ground!"

Tarrant's consciousness calmed down slightly, and there was a thin corpse lying on the ground, white scum flowing from his nostrils, he looked at the corpse, and then at the tentacles, still rubbing his nose in worry, and clear mucus flowed from it.

"The Psionic Monster didn't succeed, its tentacles were destroyed as soon as they hit your face," the mage explained with certainty.

"What about ......," Tarrant gripped the foul-smelling mucus with his thumb and forefinger.

"Maybe a little bit of it went in, but you can wake up and prove you're okay", Rex let go of his hand, "Look, you can still keep your balance, aren't you, your bodily functions are not affected, you're okay." ”

Tarrant spread out his hands, except for the feeling of suffocation still lingering, all other parts were in control.

"The mage was able to get the missile to hit the Psivac just in time," Rex said.

"Understood," Tarrant rubbed his nose again, breathing much easier.

Rex turned, pointing to the stump on the ground, "The battle here is fiercer than expected, and that leader has organized an amazing force. ”

Tarrant continued to rub his nose, "What about the Spirit Sucking Monster?"

"The part of the area that was there had been badly damaged, there were signs of burning on the ground, and the pine oil had already worked. ”

Kitty crouched down, " Most of the corpses of the spirit suckers were in the center of the room, it should be that the mage who followed the spirit sucking monsters suddenly cast a fire spell, the pine oil was ignited, many of the corpses had been scorched, and the power of the mage temporarily had the upper hand, but the gargoyle and the pine oil also caused them trouble, the two halflings were caught to death, there were scratches on the wall, it flew out of the passage, the puppet had burns of different degrees, and most of the people who recovered their will died at the entrance of the passage, with magic and weapon injuries on their bodies, indicating that they were killed by the spirit sucking monsters and puppets that came later. ”

"The halfling didn't deceive us," Tarrant walked over to the drained body, "he might be the last." ”

"Not necessarily, there's a gargoyle," Rex said, facing the passage ahead, "Let's go." ”

"But Tarrant ......," Catrina looked at Tarrant in embarrassment.

Tarrant smiled, "I can still bear it, if you do it again, you still have a chance to save the hero." ”

"But luck doesn't happen every time," Catrina pouted, "I'm even a little scared now, just a second, maybe less, and you'll ......"

"Didn't we come here to destroy them, Maxine will bless us," Tarrant said as he crossed Rex, "keep up." ”

The passage across the room was dark, there was no movement, the halflings who had cleared the battlefield were gone, and Tarrant quickened into the passage, hoping to join in the excitement before the gargoyle was smashed.

After about 2 minutes of dark progress in the passage, Tarant motioned for Katrina to raise the torch, and a corpse of a psychic monster appeared in the firelight, its head shattered by a sharp object, several parallel scars on its body, gargoyle's paw prints.

There is no way to encounter the gargoyle's attack in this kind of place, Tarrant continues to move forward, to a fork, there is no smell of pine oil, and there is no sound of fighting, the current passage structure gives Tarrant a gut feeling, the design of this nest is similar to a spider web, constantly spreading and not connecting with each other, so there is a reason to choose either direction, Tarrant enters the right passage.

A foul smell gradually rose in the air, and the stench became more pronounced the further along the passage, and Tarrant could barely hold his breath to continue, recalling the lair in Watt Town, where there was only one room with a similar strange smell, the cultivation pool.

The damned hatchlings awaited their hosts, and they would become potential threats that would have to be wiped out, and Tarrant took a big step.

A large circular room, with a large pool in the center, no, there was no water, no liquid, it didn't seem to be in use, Tarrant stopped in the doorway and looked down, about 15 feet deep, unlike the one in Watt Town, it was too deep as a breeding pool, and it was difficult for a person to get out even if he fell underneath.

The smell of the nurturing pool came from those brain fluids, and there was no liquid in this room at all, and the foul smell was a little weird, and he waited for his teammates in confusion.

Rex stopped beside him, silent.

"What is this for?" asked Kitty.

"At first I thought it was a breeding pool, but it's too deep here", Tarrant compared to the nest in Watt Town, which didn't seem to have a room with a similar structure.

"It reminds me of ......" Katrina placed the torch on top of the empty pool, revealing a shattered corpse underneath!