It was only before Attilicia discovered that she had miscalculated due to her lack of understanding of the social habits of the Spiritsuckers:

I don't know if it's because of the different races, but this group of psionic slaves actually transported him and Belkin in two directions on the way to transport them.

The two slightly confused fellows had no choice but to look at each other and signal to continue with the plan agreed upon.

That is, the old dwarf Belkin is responsible for using Davena's 'psionic protective jewelry' like 'Yiwu wholesale' to liberate the slave mark and create chaos in the city.

Artilisia, on the other hand, took advantage of the chaos to find a way to infiltrate the main brain chamber and steal the main brain of the soul-sucking monster's lair.

As for David, who was outside the city, he tried to buy time for their actions.

This is the 'infiltration plan' that David came up with because Brittney beat the 'Red Dragon Ancestor' Christos, which was simple and rude, and it made people want to scold their mother.

The only thing that made them a little speechless was that the object of this plan was on the spirit sucking monster, and it seemed to have a certain degree of operability.

No, the chaotic battle between David's three red dragons and his three red dragons almost lured out the entire upper echelons of the main city.

And the powerful dragon's breath turned their most difficult infiltration into a simple mode of 'lying down'.

The only purpose of being transported is not so free.

Old dwarf Belkin's luck was not bad.

He found himself thrown directly into the slave labourer's nest in the rift of the lower city, and the inside was full of 'enthusiastic' dwarven brothers as far as the eye could see.

They sang and brandished their hoes in the Rift Mine, and Belkin even saw two dead dwarves in love as if no one was around in the mine.

It's as if he is not enslaved by the spirit sucking monsters, but still living the life of a miner in the past.

For a moment, they seemed to have forgotten the fact that they were gray dwarves.

Belkin certainly understands that this is the power of [Psionic Memory Weaving] and [Suggestion].

Perhaps in the eyes of these gray dwarves, the familiar world has not changed much, and even those spirit-absorbing monsters are just arrogant dwarven nobles in their eyes, and whenever they find some 'abnormal and incomprehensible thinking loopholes', they will quickly confuse their memories because of [suggestion].

"Oh, what a bunch of poor little ones, I'm here to help you get free." Thanks to David's humble plan, Belkin, who is already a legend, doesn't have to do that kind of silly undercover mission, but can just throw out a sack of anti-psionic magic trinkets, ready to start a slave labor uprising for freedom and democracy.

"What is this? Brothers? A hospitable foreman picks up a silver nail of anti-psionic energy.

"This is mercy from Moradin, the dwarven god, child." Belkin lowered his eyes into a complicated smile.

He knew very well that when these poor gray dwarves 'knew everything', most of them were about to come to an end.

There aren't many mortals who will survive the next legendary dogfight.

The souls of the enslaved by foolery are cleansed, and perhaps it is their only salvation.

At the same time, Arttilisia, who had been transported to the other side, gradually discovered something unusual:

"Where the hell are these guys going to take themselves?"

As Attilicia pondered whether or not to risk being discovered, the sound of moans began to fill his ears as he accompanied the psionic slaves who transported him through a deliberately red-painted archway.

Somewhat stunned, Arttilicia instinctively raised her head, and watched in amazement as the blood-red curtain divided into countless small spaces, and in front of each grid lay a female, some of them were female dwarves, and more of them were drows.

The former is a breeding machine to perpetuate the number of dwarves, while the latter is purely an instinctive release tool used to alleviate the mental state of slave labor.

It was only at this moment that Artilisia finally understood why the Drow who had been sent to the City of Molten Steel to 'investigate' had disappeared from the two Drow guards who had been imprisoned in Spider's Nest.

Quan Teh was used by this group of spirit suckers as a 'corporate welfare'.

And he's about to be next!

This. What a fuck!

Seeing him escorted him, two underground orc psionic slaves dragged Drow, who had been visibly broken and could only stick out his tongue and smirk, from the wall of the compartment and threw it on the minecart, and then replaced her, the intact Drow Filable.

"Ahh Next time I become a female drow, I'll be an idiot! ”

Attilicia, who was finally beginning to feel remorse for his special metamorphosis, was about to resist and find another way, when a powerful spiritual force swept by, causing him to instinctively stop his movements.

I saw a spirit-absorbing monster with six striking tentacles standing in the air, as if searching for something, and this terrifying discovery suddenly made Attilicia's whole body almost stiffen:

'Spirit-sucking Archon?!' Didn't this guy just get lured out? How did you come back again? Or is it here? Have you been discovered? Damn it! ’

And his tense state out of detachment also made the two underground orc psionic slaves who were fiddling with him misunderstood, and immediately slapped Artilisia on the cheek with a wicked smile and mocked it wantonly:

"It looks like the new arrivals are pretty good, haha, I've already been there once before I started to get it, I'm going to try it later."

‘！！？ 'Artilisia felt like she was going crazy!

The dragon was born, and he Artillicia had never been so humiliated by a lower creature!

But an incomparably powerful enemy was close in front of him, so he didn't dare to make the slightest outrageous move.

Fortunately, what worried him the most did not happen, or the development of things completely exceeded his expectations.

As the anxious-looking Spirit-Suction Archon raised his hand and clicked, a dozen or so humanoids, including him, were 'chosen', as if restrained by invisible tentacles, and flew to the top of the fortress as they flew to the top of the fortress with the disappointed lamentations of the two orc slaves.

With a loud bang, the metal door of the upper level opened, and Artilisia suddenly found himself 'here' in a large, towering cavern.

Compared to other places, the dwarven architectural style here has changed beyond recognition.

The walls were made entirely of smooth black stone, carved with strange runes and patterns that shimmered reddish in the faint light, and from time to time he heard the whispers of psionic energy that disturbed him in his head.

At the center of the cave is a large, circular stone vessel filled with a faintly glowing liquid, on which floats hundreds of things that resemble translucent jellyfish.

That's the brain?!

That's the brains of the old Mind Flayers!

He had long heard that those who were about to die or died unexpectedly would bring their brains back to their brains to gain 'salvation and eternal life'.

Is this actually true?

But it doesn't seem to be entirely true.

Through those psionic whispers, Artilisia didn't know that the brains of these old mind snatchers had long since lost their own will.

They fused, or rather, were completely devoured by the mastermind.

Artilicia didn't know where she was taken.

I actually hit the 'jackpot' by mistake, and I was directly taken to the brain pool room where the spirit sucking monster's lair should be the most heavily guarded and difficult to enter!

But he was undoubtedly the most unlucky, he was personally brought to him by the legendary Spirit-Sucker Archon for some unknown purpose.

Soon, Artilisia, or the humanoids who had been taken captive with them, knew what each other's purpose was.

"Zenasadua (Heads fly!) This was accompanied by a whisper from the Spective Archon Abedra in the language of the Psicosph.

With a loud pop, half of the heads of the dozen humanoids that were brought in were directly separated from the body, and flew directly into the brain pool with a residual distorted expression, and were entangled and sucked by the 'spine touch' that stretched out of the 'brain' with sharp teeth at the end because of panic and anxiety.

‘.’ Artilisia, whose face was covered in blood splashed by the corpse next to her, was almost scared to pee on the spot!

It's really just a thought, just now because of one of the other party's thoughts, it almost directly decided his life and death!

But the nightmare is not over, but, just beginning.

The survivors were placed in separate red pools under the fiddling of psionic touches, and as the sticky tentacles bound them all over, Abadra unraveled the Suggestion Technique against them.

He needed this dying fear.

Fear is the best food for thought.

The fear of humanoids and the spasms and convulsions of the brain out of fear will maximize the activation of their 'life marquee'.

This will also be the first lesson that the tadpole will learn when it descends on its body.

"Where the hell is this?"

"Damn it! It's a spirit sucker, no, my brain is going to be eaten! ”

"Ah!! Mom! I want to go home! ”

And so the screams of terror began to resound one after another, and finally converged into a chorus called fear.

So Artilicia, who was still afraid of being exposed, finally couldn't help but start to let go of herself, and screamed with true feelings:

"Smash! Help me! I'm scared!!! ”

One of the drows would utter such words, and even the archon Abedra couldn't help but turn his head to look at him.

Fortunately, in the eyes of this spirit-sucking archon, these containers are already dead in front of him.

Even if there is any secret, it is already, it doesn't matter.

Abydra put her dark purple hand into the cool brain, and the tadpoles who instinctively survived the uneasy environment immediately spontaneously surrounded them, just like the little fish in the blue star fish foot bath next door.

This is true even for some of the nowhere near immature red individuals.

But Abedra apparently didn't have time to care about them, so he only held up the seven mature tadpoles in his palms, came to the creature, picked one up, and carefully placed it into the other's eye sockets under the frightened eyes of the humanoids.

And then let them crawl into each other's brains through the cranial cavity on their own with their survival instincts, just like tadpoles in mammals do much the same thing.

And when the Archon implanted the second article, the roar of the dwarves revolt erupted outside the main brainhead.

"Well done! Belkin! Artilicia couldn't help but be glad she had such a reliable ally as Belkin.

And not like his unreliable son David!

"Archon Abydra! There was a riot in the Lower City Rift Mining Area, and many dwarves suddenly broke free from the control of psionic [Suggestion] and tried to escape from the city. A psionic monster reported through the Mastermind's psionic link.

But this 'fire', which Artilisia had high hopes for, the Spirit-Sucking Archon was indifferent.

"Dispatch a rapid response execution team, all those who are out of control, and kill them." After this order, I continued to carry out the 'child-rearing' work in a cold and efficient manner.

“！” Artilicia immediately sensed that something was wrong.

He followed the 'mutual cover' plan drawn up by his head and Belkin, and seemed to be noticed by the other party!

"Damn it! What to do? At this point, Artilicia was inevitably a little panicked.

As a spellcaster, of course, he understands that the brain is the carrier of consciousness and soul, if his brain is really eaten by the spirit absorbing monster, he will not talk about whether the soul will be damaged, but when he thinks of the birth of the spirit absorbing monster that has inherited part of his memory and knowledge and even part of his personality, he can't help but feel trembling!

Seeing that it was soon his turn, seeing the other party's hideous and slippery 'few faces' facing him, and slamming the last tadpole in his face, Artilicia finally couldn't suppress the fear and rejection in his heart and began to struggle frantically, hoping to buy even a second longer.

He didn't dare to restore his body as soon as possible.

Because in the face of a legendary Psicosor, doing so will only kill you instantly! At the same time, their own memories will immediately betray David's operation!

Do you really want to experience the feeling of being slowly gnawed away by your brain? Davy Yutos! Whatever you do, make some noise! I can't hold it anymore!! ’

And I don't know if it was because David, who was far away outside the city, saw his old father being taken captive to the upper echelons of the fortress.

There was a loud bang.

Another dragon's breath landed in the molten iron fortress, causing the entire main ventricle to tremble violently and even tilt a little, causing the unsuspecting Spirit Sucker Archon Abedra's hand to stab the tadpole straight into Artilisia's screaming throat.

“.” For a moment, the two looked at each other, and the picture fell silent.

"Zenahahana (damn it!! Finally, Abydra couldn't bear it anymore and fired a [Psionic Weakness Technique] at Artilisia, and stepped into the portal with unprecedented anger to seek revenge on David's red dragon neuropathy.

Seeing that the terrifying Psicing Archon had finally left, Atilicia instinctively prepared to restore his body, but the psionic spells from the legendary Psicin were not in vain.

He found that he couldn't change back at a critical time!

His body was even more paralyzed, and what made his scalp tingle even more was that he found that the damn little tadpole was not swallowed by him, but tightly wrapped its tail around his uvula, trying to climb through his pharyngeal canal to the cranial cavity!

At the same time, he finally understood the meaning of one of the spells before the archon left!

In desperation, he struggled towards the next door and woke up a female dwarf who was in despair with a broken face:

"Help! Help me! I'll find a way to save you. ”

"How can I help?" The female dwarf looked at the non-stop 'Drow' with a 'calm' face.

"Kiss me!" Artilisia endured her shame and said:

"The kind of tongue kiss, ahem, ahem! Fast! I can't hold on anymore! ”

He wanted the other party to suck that damn tadpole out for him!

"Phew! Let's meet death together! Disgusting perverted drow! ”

Made! Before she died, she could actually meet this kind of drow lace that coveted her beauty.

It's really unlucky!

She chose to die rather than bend!

(End of chapter)