Obviously, the attackers were engaged in a perfect sabotage war, as if they were slaughtering their own kind with superior numbers and weapons, and there always seemed to be something special irritating to humans that made them happy

Glancing over the stiff remains, my four tentacles crawled slowly across my jaw......

Although half of the situation was within my plan-

There is a common saying in mankind called robbery while the fire is hot, and the thinker tells us that this is a good guide to action, but in reality it is not so easy to master the time. Like now, I was going to watch the destruction of the village, so that I would have time to get the prey without having to do it at all.

Yes, if there is no special necessity, the greatest spirit suckers, the thinker Katzejek and the mastermind of the details, are not built yì we hunt with our own hands.

This is determined by our special living environment.

As far as I know, most of my kind in this world do not mingle with intelligent beings - in their eyes all living beings except the Psics are inferior beings, not worthy of communication, only to be eaten and enslaved, and those creatures in turn regard the Psivacs as monsters that feed on them, natural enemies. Therefore, my fellow human beings like to stay in the depths of the earth, near the warm dark lands of the earth's heart, and be in the company of the dark elves, or the gray dwarves, and use them as food and slaves.

Fortunately or unfortunately, I and a small group of my compatriots are the exceptions of the normal society of the Spirit-Sucking Monsters, because we live in the city of Burgundy.

Burgundy is not a drow, or dwarf, or even a dwarf dungeon, but a city on the surface. More than ninety percent of the population is human -- and at this point, some oddities may think that we are very lucky, because we live in an ocean of food, and we can give what we want with our eyes closed. But in fact I have to sue him, and that is where we are unfortunate.

Because Burgundy is where we live, but not where our restaurants are located.

If a monster wanted to find food and drink in the nearest city, he would soon learn how expensive the food and drink were there—so high that any monster could only pay two or three times.

If you can't control you, then the first time you will be punished with hard labor for one year, the second time for ten years, and the third time for death.

I don't know who made it, but I do know that it's a law that we have to abide by.

Although the so-called law may seem like nothing more than a clause, it always has a strong force to ensure its implementation. That's what I understood - I understood it exactly when I saw a man who couldn't help himself being roasted alive into a dried specimen.

The real luck for us is that the country, which was once called the 'Empire', is in the midst of a divided war, and Burgundy, which happens to have a very special geographical position - it is so special that it was originally on the border between two incompatible forces, and as another called Tumenis took advantage of the situation to attack the Empire, the battle quickly turned into a mutual devouring and gladiatorial battle. Thanks to this war, we have gathered a large inventory of brain food.

Of course, I didn't have much luck this time. But there seems to be a saying in human beings that 'hard work pays off'. So after a few circles around, I saw that I still had a harvest - there was a well next to the square, and there was a living man sitting next to the well.

Although it seems that death is not far away.

The female, who was a little older, was undressed, so three large wounds on her body were clearly exposed, blood and dirt mixed together, temporarily stopping her from losing blood, but between her legs seemed to be stuffed with something like a piece of wood...... I remember that it was supposed to be the location of the human reproductive system, but the wood seemed to have no effect on reproduction, and was closer to a means of catharsis, which had penetrated some of her internal organs.

I knew at a glance that if I didn't care, she would probably die in a few dozen breaths.

However, please don't get me wrong about what I mean by 'tube', of course I have no interest in treating her, and I don't have that ability, but this woman's head is growing very well, narrow in front and wide in the back, very symmetrical, although not very round, but the gray matter inside the brain should be very rich.

Examining the appetite-wrenching head, I stood in front of her and pulled out a jar made of red copper from the space bag.

This is the brain jar, an alchemical tool used to hold brain food, and the brain will lose consciousness and consciousness when placed in the tank, but can live indefinitely.

The more interesting thing is that this thing was meant to be for ourselves - the ultimate goal of each Psicosm is to die after joining the Lord's head. Being denied this qualification is the worst for all of us...... However, if it rots before it is brought back to the mastermind, the mastermind will no longer accept it, which is considered a huge waste. In order to prevent such a tragedy, the brain tank is clear.

And this one of mine has been improved, it not only has the function of storing brain food, but also can directly open the head of the prey and put the brain food into it. As long as I put it on the target's head and wait a while, it's all right.

This improvement was made by the great Katzeyek, who called it 'automation'.

"You, stay away from my mother......"

The screams made me turn my head and look at the voicer.

He was only about four feet tall, and his bloodstained and soot-stained body looked unusually slender - although the psicosmic monster was right for muscle, the creature seemed to me to be scrawny, but he was now holding a wooden stick about the thickness of his arm, waving it wildly.

It was too careless to be sneaked so close by such a guy. If it's a real assassin or a magical beast, it might be dangerous.

But it seems that I was lucky. This guy is a human juvenile, with little fighting power and an imperfect way of thinking - this may be the root cause of his daring to provoke me?

"You leave my mother......! Get it off her head!"

He continued to shout, but it didn't make sense to me, all I cared about was that his little head seemed to have delicious potential, or would it be an impure meal if he raised it for a while?

Unfortunately, the laws of Burgundy do not allow this either. But if you keep him here, it seems like he's just going to die.

Or, take it back to Burgundy and send it to those places where slaves were bought and sold, but it was said to be a mere pretense...... All the 'slaves' will be freed after a few months of labor and become the 'inhabitants' that we psions cannot touch.

Something interrupted my thoughts, the sound of footsteps that had been pressed softly...... Just as I reflexively retreated, a sharp sound of breaking wind flew from one side of the square.

The arrow hit the target in front of my eyes.

The human hatchling fell like a small ball of linen, blood spurting from its broken neck—the force of the impact tore through his neck and sent his head flying dozens of feet away.

Even if you go over immediately, it's too late to use the brain can.

I was a little sorry for this judgment, but at the same time more annoyed - it was a sneak attack, and it killed my prey, which was not much different from robbery.

The sneak attacker then appeared, a man in armor, still holding his crossbow - "Oh my God, Master Mage, this is too dangerous, how can you be alone in a place like this, these mobs are very ......" he shouted, but quickly made a wit: "Hmm...... Mage, your Excellency, I beg your pardon to belong to the army of a noble lord?"

Is it true that as long as it is a mage, you know it?

A typical idiot.

I now wear a simple magical robe, with a half-masked face that reveals the Psivacuum's signature silver eyes and four tentacles under its jaw. But I knew it wasn't in his eyes - the mask was a creation with transfiguration magic, and to the unwilled, I was just a robed man with an ordinary human face, not much different from an ordinary mage.

Especially this guy definitely doesn't have the ability to tell

His forehead was slanted, his eyebrows were arched, and his beard didn't look like he had evolved much. In the knowledge given to me by the details of the great mastermind, the gray matter in this kind of brain is a snack without much brain groove. According to him, 'it's about the level of a spicy strip'. Although the mastermind didn't tell me what the 'spicy strip' was, it didn't affect my judgment.

"Who are you?"

I quietly lifted the brain canister, the psionic power of the creation had completely stripped the brain and stored it, and the remaining human body was not very conspicuous on this battlefield, but the guy in front of me seemed to have a companion - on the far end of the line of sight, I saw at least six or seven guys who were dressed like him.

They should be glad that, as spirit-suckers, we do not have some of the vices of 'intelligent beings' who think they are superior but are in fact only general, and that our hunt is solely for the continuation of our lives. I'm not interested in this kind of guy who has no edible value.

"We are Viscount Gleison's servants of Piano!"

Seeing his companions gathered, this guy seemed to regain his confidence and straightened his chest: "I am on a secret mission, well, to contact the lord of Burgundy City! Ask him to cooperate with the attack of the army of the Tuminis Kingdom, our viscount is a third-class ......"

The effect of psionic charm was very good, and the few guys gathered together instantly regarded me as their most reliable companion......

But what's more troublesome is that they seem to have a little too many people.

This Viscount brought about a hundred human soldiers on horseback66 to the village...... Obviously not a professional cavalryman, but at least he had three spellcasters in his team - one mage and two priests.

"So you're a mage from Burgundy, that's great, we need a referral from someone of status, if you can, can you help us?"

"My pleasure, Your Excellency. ”

It's so easy to trust a stranger...... This is what His Excellency Katzejek once said about the 'racial intelligence difference', right?

Although in my experience of only nine months, this proverb belonging to the Spirit-Suck Monster is not usually endorsed by other races, it is certainly close to the truth.

Most of the intelligent creatures in this world often have a certain ignorance characteristics, and I never deny that many of them have high intelligence, such as the compilers of those magical theory books, some of their unique theories will always cause me to sigh, but these people are rare after all, and most of the creatures are synonymous with stupidity, confusion and danger.

Let's say the group in front of me.

Indeed, few creatures could not be struck when standing beneath the sixty-foot-high first façade of the city of Burgundy, especially when approaching its smooth surface, which was not made of masonry but was formed in one piece—a dark indifference that always seemed to be pressed down from the top of my head, and even a monster like me was shocked.

However, for this reason, he shouted that the scale was close to two hourglasses, but there was still no intention of convergence, and such an act was simply a waste of life.

Could it be that these guys are a special species of humans, with skulls several times thicker than the average human?

"I have long heard that the city of Burgundy is the first male city of the big 6, and it is a miracle of magical creation...... This Edward City Lord is really a rare talent, no, people, big people......"

The Viscount Greison Piano was beside me and kept babbling his tongue, which interrupted my malicious speculations from time to time, but fortunately he remembered that he had not come here to praise the city, so in the third hourglass scale after coming to the city, they and I could finally begin to prepare for the city.

Of course, it didn't take much preparation for me to enter the city, but a hundred soldiers were different.

"Your Excellency, they say this...... You also have to go to get your ID in person, otherwise you can't go into town, this ......"

"This ...... Your Excellency, Master. ”

To be honest, the way this guy looked at me was a little hard for me to understand - I guessed he thought I could dispense with his license...... But I don't understand why he did it.

Although I also think that for Burgundy's defensive ability, this does not even require the use of force. Even if they managed to infiltrate the city, the half-elf archers on the castle towers would be able to wipe them out with a guide arrow in an hourglass scale, but the law was the law - the aliens were required to obtain temporary identification, which was the basic decree of the city of Burgundy.

This is not only to promote the authority of the rulers, but also to ensure that the management of the entire city can be carried out smoothly, and the advantage of having an identity is that everyone can do their part, although human beings cannot monitor every brain in the same detail as the mastermind, but it is always better than nothing...... Not to mention that I don't have the power to dispense with this rule, and even if I did, I would have no interest in breaking such a beneficial rule.

It's just a handprint of a hand, and a little bit of dander or a backup of the head, is it necessary not to do it?

After being stared at for a while with the eyes of a tasteless meal, it seemed that the human Viscount had finally given up on the idea of relying on me...... But I caught some interesting reactions in his superficial consciousness, as if there were questions about human 'dignity' and 'face', which I had always known existed, but I had never really felt until now.

I had thought that the task of leading them should be nearing the end, but after an hourglass scale, I realized that the most troublesome thing had just happened.

"Wow...... What is that, Master? Is it a ladder to climb the city wall, but why is it made of iron...... The gods are on top, so, is that a magical vehicle? How does it run on a ladder?"

"The city ...... I can't believe that there is anything that can breach such a city, and you need to be so prepared......"

"I've heard that Burgundy was once a floating city?"

"That's your 'City Management Integrated Law Enforcement Brigade'? I've heard that they're the toughest force in the Big 6, and it's said that there are dragon knights among them...... But why are they all dressed in gray like this? Aren't they supposed to be wearing armor?"

......

This guy isn't actually a human, but a halfling disguised with Transfiguration, right?

The gushing questions made me feel as if I had been struck by a mental blast, and while I hadn't had this experience since I was born, I thought there should be at least some commonality between the two.

What's worse is that these guys seem to be unfortunate enough to not get permission from the upper echelons to meet - the acting lord is very busy.

The king's attack was also not in line with the so-called common sense, like a sharp sword, rushing forward in a stiff straight line, and then heading again

I haven't really read it, but I know that among the so-called poems or stories of mankind, they like to use all their words to describe the scenes of war in all their words of might and bravery...... Heroes and demons, justice and evil, as if the killing of the two groups of people was full of noble spirits, making the onlookers' blood boil, fantasizing about the spectacle of overcoming fate into which they plunged. Completely ignoring how different that statement is from reality.

It seems that the concept of war is still very new to me. r1152

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