Crimson Servant.

Chapter 228 Psychic Killer

A dim corridor appeared before the adventurers, with dense stalactites hanging overhead like inverted mountains. The shadows between the gaps were more than enough for a few people to hide, and the mind flayers often set up such ambushes in the caves leading to their settlements. Several mind flayers used levitation to hide in the shadows above their heads, waiting for careless outsiders to pass by, and then dropped from the sky, releasing their mental shocks to stun and capture the enemies, or eating their chaotic brains on the spot. The latter was a rare case, and most of the time the mind flayers cared more about the value of the slaves than eating them, and they could eat them after they were used up.

Francis and his men were waiting outside the ambush corridor. He turned around and looked at his teammates. Dalia curled up into a ball, but fortunately, she did not drop her hammer and shield.

The dark elf glanced at the calm illusionist, his eyes mainly focused on the young priest.

"Are you ready, Dalia?"

Dalia's mental state was obviously much better than before. Although there was still a trace of tension on her face, she nodded to Francis and cast a protection against mental damage on the three of them.

Francis continued to describe their action plan: "The plan is this. We will take advantage of the situation and walk into the ambush of the Mind Flayers. When they think they can catch us and appear, we will kill them."

The little priest nodded slowly as the dark elf spoke. When the dark elf finished speaking, she raised her head and stared at him in confusion, waiting for the follow-up. After a few seconds, she realized that this was the whole plan and her eyes widened.

"Is this a plan? Isn't it just that we rush in and kill the enemy?" What kind of plan is this?! Isn't this just a plan? Just fighting the mind flayer like this?!

Francis tilted his head. With his strength, it was a little hard to understand what he needed to prepare for fighting some mind flayers that could attack the mind and fight in close combat. He looked at Lucien, who responded with a pure shrug.

The dark elf said, "We discussed this beforehand, so this is a plan."

Dalia then realized that there were some communication barriers between her and the dark elf in the team. His thinking mode seemed to be in a logic that she could not reach. Dalia sighed, wondering how the sorcerer in the team who had a set of words before could communicate effectively with this person. Only now did Dalia realize how important John's existence was. He was simply a bridge of communication.

"So, where is John? Why isn't he here to join in on our plans."

The dark elf said, "He was captured by the mind flayer a long time ago."

Huh? Dahlia's mind went blank. She stood up suddenly. Her first reaction was to rush into the corridor, armed with weapons, and break into the settlement of the mind flayers to rescue her companions.

Francis quickly grabbed her and pulled her back to his side, holding down her flailing arms and legs. The dark elf then continued, "Calm down, this is part of the plan."

Dahlia turned around and glared at the dark elf fiercely. Her cheeks puffed up with air and she growled through clenched teeth: "How can there be such a plan? Throw him in alone! You didn't tell me about your plan for him at all!"

Francis looked confused and said to Dahlia in difficulty, "I separated him from us on purpose. John has a special ability to suppress the mind flayers. Even if he is alone, he can protect himself."

"Besides, aren't you afraid of him?"

"His power is... a little bloody. I'm afraid if I reveal too much, you'll faint again."

Under Francis' helpless gaze, Dalia's face turned red, and the emotion of shame and anger filled her chest, continuously turning into fighting rage.

"Just do as you say! Let's go! Francis!" Dalia felt that she had to smash something with her hammer before she would feel comfortable.

"Yes." The dark elf drew out his double swords.

Lucien took out his staff and kept praising. "Courage! Dahlia, you are full of courage at this moment!"

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John Kemp planned to work with his companions to pretend to be captured and sent to the mind flayer settlement. Judging from his disguised appearance, the mind flayers would definitely cherish him as a precious material for spellcasting. They might take him into the brain pool to be parasitized by the mind flayer tadpoles, or use him for experiments. No matter which one, he would be close enough to the mind flayer's main brain, so he would not have to bother to break through the defenses of this fortress layer by layer, but could go straight to the heart of the matter.

The sorcerer was not worried about his own safety. The mind flayers had not discovered for such a long time that the mind flayers were only controlled by the shallow consciousness. From this point, it can be seen that this mind flayer settlement is much weaker than the Nautilus Fleet's Zatanos that he had faced before.

In this fortress, their psychic powers were no match for his. As for the Mind Flayer Mastermind, John had already prepared the key, ready to create a psychic black hole whenever the Mastermind pried into his mind.

The mind flayers were instinctively unable to resist the pull of the black hole of the mind, and he was curious whether the mind flayer mastermind could do it.

John Kemp was looking forward to giving them a surprise.

The Mind Flayers took their harvest up a sloping ladder that led from the top of the Mind Flayer Fortress to a wide stalactite tower on the highest floor. The Mind Flayers' slaves carved out Mind Flayer laboratories and a huge sunken platform, the brain pool where the main brain rested.

A huge six-meter-high exposed brain had just floated up from the brine pool. The tentacles extending from the cortical folds were dangling in the air, and the psychic energy condensed around it was beating on the outer layer of the main brain in the form of lightning.

A spellcaster slave.

This rare harvest made the main brain release a trace of joy. Just as it was about to signal the mind flayer to bring the slaves closer so that its psychic tentacles could penetrate into the slaves' brains to search for knowledge and information, an uneasy premonition made the main brain pause.

The nearby mind flayers and charged slaves entered into a synchronized mental pause with the Overmind.

John knew he was exposed.

Veltis's chains of sin tore the body of the mind flayer into pieces. The sorcerer opened his eyes, and his blood-red psychic tentacles opened like flowers. John stared at the huge brain tissue not far away, revealing a slightly regretful expression.

"What a sharp intuition! It seems that the weaklings living in the Underdark do have their merits."

In the perception of the mind flayer mastermind, John Kemp was a dangerous, powerful, weird... fellow. It knew very well the consequences of contact with its own kind, and the panicked mastermind sent out all the mind flayers and the slaves who served him, and at the same time sent out a distress signal to all the mind flayers in the fortress.

There were too many mind flayers, and under the call of the mastermind, John was surrounded by the mind flayers before he could even reach the mastermind. The mental shock of the encirclement was enough to destroy the mind of any creature.

His head shattered and collapsed into darkness.

So we know that the end is coming.

Spiritual energy was extracted from our bodies.

(End of this chapter)