Crimson Servant.

Chapter 230: Apostate Blood Relatives

Dahlia lifted her foot onto the ornate lapel of her dress, two limp tentacles just beside her boots, and exerted force with her arms to pull the head of her hammer out of the mind flayer's skull.

They had finished a battle. Dahlia felt exhausted, but her heart was filled with joy of victory, which made her feel very good. Now she was no longer afraid of the abnormal anthropomorphic appearance of the Mind Flayer. After a series of battles, Dahlia's first reaction after seeing the octopus face was to swing the hammer at it. Dahlia felt that she was a little accustomed to the silver-white blood stains on her clothes. As for their special smell, perhaps a few nightmares would help her forget it.

The battle with the mind flayer went much more smoothly than she had expected. With the support of the dark elves and illusionists, the priest didn't have to worry about what was behind her. She only needed to overcome her inner fear and use the combat skills she had learned to deal with the enemy in front of her.

But in some aspects, it was just as she had worried before. The psychic power of the mind flayer was very dangerous. In the chaotic battle with the mind flayer, Dahlia had to face the mental fluctuations that erupted from the mind flayer's body more than once. She was hit by a mental explosion, and the powerful mental power hit her body like a surging wave, causing a splitting headache that almost made the priest faint.

Dalia didn't want to be hit a second time. The pain still lingered in her brain. When she was hit, she could feel the strange power "crawling" along the surface of her limbs, causing ripples, and finally drilling into her head to exert its amazing pain. No physical pain could compare to it. Dalia believed that the pain of contamination was better than any torture. She still felt scared about it. Until now, she was not sure whether it was a real magical phenomenon or an illusion caused by the distortion of perception due to headache.

Fortunately, after suffering the damage from the mind explosion, she was never hit again.

There was a small problem inside the mind flayer. The priest, who was busy parrying the enemy's attack, had no time to think about the reason, but her enemy paused for a moment, and the tentacles were entangled painfully. Dahlia seized this brief opportunity, quickly approached the mind flayer while it was distracted, and hammered the mind flayer's head.

After that strange pause, Dalia found that her enemies were a little sluggish, and they always looked at their own dungeon with fear during the battle. These flaws gave the priest more advantages, allowing Dalia to be more adept in battle.

Then the enemy collapsed on its own.

They never forgot the original purpose of training Dahlia. Francis limited his fighting intensity and only circled around the Mind Flayer to attract attention and disrupt the enemy's offensive rhythm. He would only help block the attack at critical moments. Dahlia became the main attacker in the team. With the support of Francis and Inlucian, she had killed three and the fourth was under control. As a result, an unexpected attacker rushed out from another direction, and several angry former slaves of the gray dwarves finished the job with their crude weapons.

After killing the mind flayer, the dwarf in coarse cloth kept a certain distance from Dalia and the other two, and watched them warily, especially Francis. Finally, they chose to take a detour and leave into the dark cave.

This was just the beginning, as more slaves dressed similarly to the gray dwarves escaped from the direction of the dungeon. Some of them kicked the corpses of the mind flayers a few times to vent their anger, and then disappeared into the darkness.

The adventurers realized that there was a rebellion in the mind flayer city and that the warlock must have done something inside.

"We need to meet up with John." Francis gestured for them to go into the dungeon together. The calm expression on his face seemed to be saying another sentence, "This is also part of the plan."

They moved in the direction where the slaves were fleeing, and the corpses of mind flayers were constantly discovered along the way. The deeper they went, the more tragic the corpses of mind flayers were.

Dalia looked at the street in front of her that was covered with the gray flesh of the mind flayers, and her awe of the warlock Virtis became even deeper. The young priest's original fear of the mind flayers was now transferred to John Kemp, but because he had not experienced it personally, the dullness of reading a horror novel did not produce any adverse changes in Dalia.

While Dalia was amazed in her heart, Francis had already climbed the stairs and moved towards the stalactite platform at the highest point of the underground city. The moment he stepped into the city, Francis' eyes saw a vague shadow, which meant that the future of "the sorcerer thwarting the main brain power" had changed.

The dark elf didn't know whether this uncertainty was beneficial or harmful, but he was sure that he should go up as soon as possible to provide as much help as possible, even if it was just standing next to the warlock.

Francis quickly passed the wooden ladder. John Kemp's figure slightly eased the dark elf's sense of urgency. He looked around to make sure there were no hidden threatening enemies, and then focused his attention on the warlock's abnormal state.

John Kemp stood there, stretched out his right hand and placed it on the head of a kneeling female dark elf, closed his eyes tightly, and seemed to be controlled by the other party and stopped in place.

"John?" Francis called the warlock's name.

The sorcerer opened his eyes and instinctively turned to this side. His vision was hazy and it took him a while to come back to his senses. Francis' call interrupted the sorcerer's psychic connection. Right under their eyes, the female dark elf rolled and crawled away from the sorcerer's hands and rushed towards the hanging ladder away from the two of them. No one stopped her.

Francis was more concerned about the sorcerer's current state.

"You let her go?"

"I was just checking her memory, gently checking..."

"I've hardly ever heard you use the word 'gentle'. It's not the word you should use to describe your enemies."

“…Her identity is not ordinary.”

"How unusual is it?" Francis had a strange feeling in his heart. The sorcerer looked at him differently than before. He realized that the other party was going to give an answer that he did not expect.

Because Lucien and Dalia just happened to catch up.

"Her name is Bride. Mal Bride."

The sorcerer saw that Francis Blade's pupils had dilated, his eyes were in a complex confusion, and his expression and body were a little tense.

"She is the second daughter of the current Brad family, the daughter of Madam Silna."

Silna. When Francis heard the name, his eyes became empty and he fell into a trance of memories. Francis' voice was trembling, and that expression could not be called nostalgia.

"Sister, daughter?"

The adventurers were all silent because of this amazing coincidence and the strange family affairs of the dark elves.

Only the illusionist, Lucien, showed an interested look.

Francis Blade held down John's shoulders, and the dark elf, unaware that his strength was greater than before, seemed to be trying to support himself.

The dark elf came to a conclusion.

"Don't worry about her. Her descendants, no, the entire Brad family, have nothing to do with me anymore."

This is the oath that the Dark Destroyer takes before leaving the Underdark.

(End of this chapter)