Crimson Servant.

Chapter 229 The Princess in Distress
The mind flayers, whose consciousness was crushed and brains were dead, could no longer keep their bodies afloat and fell one by one towards the dungeon below, like rain. Their octopus-shaped heads exploded the moment they touched the hard ground, and gray-white fluid hung in every corner of the city.

The fear of the Mastermind spread through the mental network, and each of its tentacles retracted into its own cortical folds, continuing to call its servants in vain. The loss of the Mind Flayer made the Mastermind aware of the consequences of establishing a mental connection with the Warlock, and it made the most effective means of survival in a panic. The surviving Mind Flayers all restrained their psychic energy and hid behind the slave servant army.

The chaos of fighting was heard in the dungeon, and the frantic slaves screamed in fear when they saw their masters' smashed bodies. The death of the Mind Flayer and the withdrawal of the Mastermind weakened the psychic power that controlled them. The minds controlled by the psychic power gradually broke free from the shackles of confinement, and the slaves regained their sanity and no longer obeyed the orders of those evil masters. Some of them took advantage of the chaos to flee everywhere, trying to leave this terrible place; others picked up weapons nearby and took revenge on their former masters who were at a disadvantage.

Fighting and screaming broke out in all parts of the Mind Flayer city, and the roars of the gray dwarves and the roars of the giants drowned out the liquid voices. The situation became more chaotic, and the control of the Elder Brain over the city was weakening.

It could feel that the number of mind flayers in the mental network was decreasing rapidly, some because of death, and some because of their own initiative. They all knew that the psychic killer was next to the mastermind, and the mastermind was sad to find that it was abandoned by the surviving mind flayers.

But this setback did not dampen the main brain's instinct for survival, because it was being oppressed and was desperately squeezing out the power in its own mind, the heritage of the city that the Mind Flayer had plundered.

Several people of different races and shapes stood in front of John Kemp.

A dark elf woman, an orc man, and a gray dwarf. They were well-equipped, with deep purple halos in their eyes, and although they were in a controlled state, their tense muscles and ferocious expressions on their faces were no different from those of ordinary people.

They are warriors carefully selected from slaves by the Mastermind. Under the psychic control of the entire Mastermind, these creatures can burst out their original body's combat power, or even higher.

"For the Master!!" After saying this in their respective racial languages, several servants of the Mastermind attacked John from three angles.

The sorcerer sneered as he controlled the chains of sin to emerge from the pool of blood. Now that he was absorbing spiritual energy, he felt his head was refreshed and he had an urge to vent his power.

The orc held a half-man-high shield and a sharp axe in his hand, and rushed to the warlock first. His shield quickly whipped John's body, and the iron shield made a dull sound of metal collision. Blood came out from the side of the shield, firmly sucking the orc's equipment and stabbing his arm.

The orc, who had good combat instincts, immediately let go of his shield, changed his hand axe from a chop to a cut, slashed deep into the tentacles controlling the shield, and retreated with one strike. Without giving the opponent time to react, the gray dwarf holding a staff had already released a huge fireball, smashing it towards the warlock without considering the orc's safety. If the orc had not retreated quickly, the scorching flames would have severely injured him without distinguishing between friend and foe.

The gray dwarf's fireball seemed to have an effect. The blood-colored barrier of the disarming shield lost its mana to break, and the high-temperature steam emitted rolled up thick smoke. A dark figure jumped out of the darkness, and the sharp blade in his hand stabbed towards the center of the still burning ashes.

The Mastermind and his servants believed that no one could survive such a series of attacks, and that psychic power was not omnipotent. They waited patiently for the results, and the Mastermind's squirming cortex was already filled with the feeling of relief for having survived the catastrophe.

The dark elves' screams shattered their dreams.

The dark elf assassin who had delivered the fatal blow did not break away from her enemy, she was caught. A scaly claw grabbed her wrist, and the brutal force caused her dagger to fall out of her hand.

The ashes dispersed, and a dragonborn with bright red scales stood there, staring at the main brain with purple-red eyes, showing contempt and complacency in a cruel grin. Although it looked like a different person, the piercing sense of crisis in the psychic perception made the main brain understand that this dragonborn was the terrible psychic killer.

John Little Dragon Kemp heard his heart beating like an excited war drum, and he wanted to laugh wildly and release the burning desire to kill in his heart, but his sober mind suppressed this impatient desire. He wanted to taste their fear bit by bit, just like peeling off their skin bit by bit with a knife.

The sorcerer released the dark elf's wrist, and jumping red lightning flowed across the dark elf's body. The paralysis controlled her movements, but it was not fatal for the time being. John subconsciously left the dark elf for last.

He stepped out with his claws, his sharp nails tapping on the floor with a crisp sound, and moved towards the orcs and gray dwarves, crouching like a wild beast ready to hunt. The charging Dragonborn became a shadow.

The stronger orc tried to block the path of the afterimage, but he fell to his knees with a thud after taking a few steps. The orc's mouth was bleeding, and his fingers were clenched on his chest, enduring the excruciating pain. He coughed violently, and every time he coughed, a cloud of red mist would spray out of his mouth and nose.

This is why John thought his combat instincts were pretty good, not bad, but not great. The orc thought he was careful, but it was not enough. It was a stupid decision to fight the Veltis Warlock in close combat without the suppression of divine power.

John's initial goal was to rush towards the gray dwarf, the opponent's only remaining fighting force.

After the gray dwarf wizard learned of the warlock's plan, he immediately released the human immobilization spell he had just chanted. The spell fell on the charging dragonborn, causing his body to freeze. The spell was successful, and the gray dwarf couldn't believe that he had done it. The monster with a hideous head and horns stood in front of him like a statue, opening his big mouth full of fangs.

The gray dwarf was so excited that he didn't notice that the shadow under his feet was slowly stretching out, exceeding his original height, and turning into the shape of another dragonborn.

“I’ve always wanted to try this…”

The Dragonborn in the state of immobilization turned into a dark place. The gray dwarf turned back in horror. The red dragonborn who was looking down at him opened his mouth. Red dragon flames spewed out from his throat. The distance was so close that the gray dwarf could see every detail of his oral movement. "Zero-distance breath."

Seeing the gray dwarf turned into a wailing torch, John finally felt relieved. It was like revenge for the fireball that hit his face.

John Kemp changed back to human form from his dragonborn state, raised his head and looked at the main brain that was nearby.

He had already won. The torture of the orc and the gray dwarf amplified the pain in the minds of the two mind-controlled slaves, like opening a hole in the mind pipeline of the master brain.

John Kemp connected to the mastermind's mental network, and he felt the mastermind's fear and pleading for mercy more clearly.

"I'm sorry, but I have an unknown opponent now." John apologized without sincerity, and controlled his psychic energy to search the memory area of ​​the main brain. The main brain of the mind flayer is the aggregate of the mind flayer's consciousness. John is more eager to find relevant information about the Red Ice Blessed from this living library.

This forced memory search is devastating to the brain, and the sorcerer does not feel the slightest bit of guilt for harming such a monster. If possible, he even wants to sacrifice it while searching for the main brain, which can be regarded as making the best use of it.

Under the pressure of the sorcerer's spiritual power, the brain tissue of the main brain shriveled up little by little, and liquid continued to flow out from the bottom of the main brain and fell into the brine pool below.

By the end, the mastermind was no bigger than a walnut.

John finally let go of his hand with satisfaction. He had obtained some information, and the swelling pain caused by excessive brain activity was gradually recovering under the influence of psychic energy. His mind became clear, and the sorcerer remembered that he seemed to have missed something.

A cry of pain made the warlock turn his head, and he remembered what he had forgotten.

The dark elf was lying on the ground, heading away from the warlock. The death of the main brain made the female dark elf regain consciousness. When she realized what kind of enemy she was facing before, she did not hesitate to escape when John was not paying attention. But the dark elf underestimated the power of violent lightning. Every inch of her muscles was twitching, and the trembling muscles were like locked gears and could not move.

Her white hair dragged in the dust, and the dark elf gritted her teeth and tried to get out of the paralysis. She used her elbows to move towards the edge of the stone platform, not towards the suspension bridge. The dark elf seemed to think that even if she fell to her death, it would be better than falling into the hands of the sorcerer.

"Are you that scared of me?"

John Kemp's voice appeared behind the dark elf, and she was still three meters away from the edge of the stone platform.

The dark elf slowly turned her head and looked at the dangerous man, with a humble and flattering expression on her face. Her disguise was not good, and fear and hatred made up everything in her eyes. The dark elves were a matriarchal clan society, and every woman here believed that she was naturally higher in status than men and more powerful than men. Their education made them never kowtow to men, and they regarded this as an intolerable insult.

What's more, this is a male slave who is not even a dark elf. In her eyes, John may be no different from a Los beast (livestock in the underground world, equivalent to cattle on the surface).

But in the face of survival, everything seems to be tolerable.

"Let me go, and when I return to Menzoberranzan, I will reward you in the name of nobility."

John could tell that her voice was almost squeezed out from between her teeth when she said this.

The sorcerer didn't leave her with any thoughts.

"I never believed in the promises of the dark elves."

"Besides, I promised him."

"Make sure every dark elf that appears before him is a corpse."

(End of this chapter)