The red dragon just wants to do whatever it wants

Chapter 252 Changes in the Instinct Room

But soon, Artilicia discovered that she had made a miscalculation due to her lack of understanding of the social habits of illithids:

I don't know if it was because of different races, but this group of psychic slaves actually transported him and Belkin in two directions during their transportation.

The two slightly confused guys could only look at each other, indicating that they should continue to act according to the previously agreed upon plan.

That is to say, the old dwarf Belkin is responsible for using David's "psionic protective jewelry" similar to "Yiwu Wholesale" to liberate the slave mark and create chaos in the city.

Artilicia, on the other hand, took advantage of the chaos to find a way to sneak into the master brain chamber and steal the mastermind of this illithid lair.

As for David and others outside the city, they tried their best to buy time for their actions.

This was the 'infiltration plan' that David came up with in a flash when he beat up the 'Red Dragon Ancestor' Christos because of Brittany. It was so simple and crude that it made people want to curse.

The only thing that left them speechless was that the target of this plan was the illithid, and it seemed to be quite feasible.

No, the melee between David and the three red dragons that were approaching almost drew out all the senior officials of the main city.

And the powerful dragon's breath turned their originally most difficult infiltration into a simple "lying in" mode.

But the purpose of being transported is not that free.

The old dwarf Belkin was quite lucky.

He found that he was thrown directly into the slave labor nest in the rift in the lower city. At a glance, there were all 'enthusiastic' dwarf brothers inside.

They were singing loudly and waving their hoes in the fissure mine area. Belkin even saw two dead dwarfs talking about love in the mine as if no one was watching.

It was as if he was not enslaved by the illithids, but was still living the life of a miner in the past.

In fact, they seemed to have forgotten the fact that they were gray dwarves.

Of course Belkin understands that this is the power of [Psychic Memory Weaving] and [Suggestion].

Perhaps in the eyes of these gray dwarves, the familiar world has not changed much. Even the illithid monsters are just arrogant upper-class dwarf nobles in their eyes. Whenever they find some abnormal and incomprehensible thinking, Loopholes', and the memory will soon be confused by [Suggestion].

"Oh, what a bunch of pitiful little guys, I will help you get relief." Thanks to David's simple plan, Belkin, who has long been a legend, does not have to do such silly lurking tasks, but can directly Throw out a sack of anti-psionic magic trinkets, ready to start a slave labor riot for freedom and democracy.

"What is this, brother?" A hospitable foreman picked up an anti-psionic silver nail.

"This is mercy from the dwarf god Moradin, child." Belkin lowered his eyes and showed a complicated smile.

He understood very clearly that when these poor gray dwarves "know everything", they would probably be about to end their lives.

Not many mortals could survive the legendary melee that followed.

Cleansing the souls enslaved by fools may be their only salvation.

At the same time, Artilicia, who was transported to the other side, gradually discovered something strange:

"Where on earth are these guys taking themselves?"

Just when Artilicia was considering whether to risk being discovered and carry out the infiltration operation in advance, after passing through an arch deliberately painted red with the psychic slave who transported him, the moans one after another began to pour in. into his ears.

Somewhat stunned, Artilicia instinctively raised her head and stared dumbfoundedly at the building, which was divided into countless small spaces by blood-red curtains. There was a female lying in front of each grid. Many of them were female dwarves, and more The ones are Drow.

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

It was only at this moment that Artilicia finally understood what the two drow guards said when they were imprisoned in Spider Nest City, why the drow who were sent to the City of Molten Steel to 'investigate' were all confused Gone forever.

It's all being used as 'corporate welfare' by these illithid monsters.

And he is about to be next!

This is really fucked!

He saw two underground orc psychic slaves escorting him, pulling a drow who looked obviously spoiled and could not help but stick out his tongue and giggle, from the cubicle wall and throw him on the mine cart. Replace 'her' with the intact 'drow consumable'.

"Ah! I will be an idiot next time I turn into a female drow!"

Artilicia, who finally began to regret his special deformation habit, was about to resist and find another way, when a powerful spiritual power swept through him, causing him to stop his movements instinctively.

I saw an illithid with six eye-catching tentacles standing in the air, as if searching for something. This terrifying discovery immediately made Artilisia almost stiffen:

‘Illithid Archon? ! Wasn't this guy lured out just now? Why are you back? And here it is? Have you been discovered? damn it! ’

And his tense state out of escapism and nervousness also misunderstood the two underground orc psychic slaves who were playing with him. They immediately smiled and slapped Artilisia on the buttocks and mocked wantonly:

"It looks like the new goods this time are pretty good, haha. I've already gone there once before I started making them. I'm going to try them out later."

‘! ! ? ’ Artilicia felt like she was going crazy!

In the life of Longsheng, he, Artilisia, had never been so humiliated by an inferior creature!

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

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

As the illithid Archon, who looked anxious, raised his hand and clicked continuously, more than a dozen humanoid creatures, including him, were 'selected', rising as if bound by invisible tentacles. Flying to the top of the fortress amid the disappointed laments of the two orc slaves.

With a loud bang, the metal door on the upper floor was opened, and Artilicia suddenly found herself in a spacious and towering cave.

Compared with other places, the architectural style of the dwarves here has changed beyond recognition.

The walls were entirely made of smooth black stone, engraved with strange runes and patterns. These runes shone with a faint red light in the dim light, and from time to time, there were psychic whispers in his mind that made him feel uneasy. .

In the center of the cave is a huge round stone container, filled with a slightly glowing liquid, with hundreds of things like translucent jellyfish floating on it.

That's the brain? !

Those are the brains of old mind flayers!

He had long heard that those mind flayers who were about to die or died unexpectedly would bring their brains back to their brains to obtain 'salvation and immortality'.

This is actually true?

But it doesn't seem entirely true.

Through those psychic whispers, Artilicia could not know that the brains of these elderly mind flayers had long lost their own independent will.

They merged, or were completely swallowed up by the mastermind and became one.

How could Artilicia not know where she was being taken?

I actually hit the 'jackpot' by mistake, and was directly taken by the illithid to the brain room of the illithid's lair, which was supposed to be the most heavily guarded and the most difficult to enter, without any hindrance!

But he is undoubtedly the most unlucky. He was brought to him personally by the legendary illithid Archon for unknown purposes. Soon, Artilisia, or the humanoid creatures who were kidnapped together, knew the other party's purpose.

"Zenasadoya (heads flying!)" was accompanied by a whisper in the illithid language from the illithid archon Abedra.

There was a loud pop, and half of the dozen humanoid creatures that were brought had their heads separated from their bodies, and flew directly into the brain pool with the remaining twisted expressions on their faces. 'Stretch out the 'ridge' with sharp teeth at the end and wrap it up to suck.

‘.’ Artilicia’s face was covered in blood when she was splashed with blood by the corpse next to her, and she almost peed on the spot!

It was really just a difference of thought. Just because of the other party's thought, his life and death almost directly decided!

But the nightmare is not over, but has just begun.

The surviving victims were placed in independent red pools under the manipulation of psychic touch. As the sticky tentacles bound their bodies, Abedra untied them. [Suggestion].

He needs this fear before death.

Fear is the best spiritual food.

The fear of humanoids and the spasms and twitches of their brains out of fear will activate their "life revolving door" to the maximum extent.

This will also be the first lesson the illithid tadpole learns when it comes to its body.

"Where exactly is this place?"

"Damn it! It's an illithid, no, my brain is going to be eaten!"

"Ah!!! Mom! I want to go home!"

Then the frightened screams began to sound one after another, and finally converged into a chorus called fear.

So Artilicia, who was afraid of being exposed before, finally couldn't hold back anymore and started to let herself go, screaming with true feelings:

"Er smash! Save me quickly! I'm scared!!!"

A drow could actually shout such words, even Archon Abedra couldn't help but turn his head and take a second look at him.

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

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

Abedra stretched his dark purple hand into the cool brain pool, and the tadpoles who instinctively sought to survive in the uneasy environment immediately gathered around them, just like the little fish at the Blue Star Fish Footbath next door. of.

This is true even for some red individuals that are far from mature.

But Abedra obviously had no time to care about them. He only held up the seven mature tadpoles with his palms, came to the creature, picked up one, and carefully placed it into the humanoid creature's frightened eyes. In the eye socket.

Then let it crawl into the other person's brain through the cranial cavity by relying on its survival instinct, just like a tadpole doing the same thing as a mammalian creature.

When the Archon implanted the second article, the roar of the dwarves' uprising broke out outside the main brain room.

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

Unlike his unreliable son David!

"Archon Abedra! There was a riot in the fissure mining area of ​​the lower city. Many dwarves suddenly broke away from the control of the [Suggestion Technique] of psychic energy and tried to escape from the city." An illithid reported through the psychic link of the mastermind. .

But the illithid Archon seemed indifferent to this 'fire' that Artilicia had high hopes for.

"Deploy the rapid response execution team. Anyone who escapes from control will be killed without mercy." After giving the order, he continued to carry out the "childcare" work at hand in a cold and efficient manner.

"!" Artilicia immediately felt something was wrong.

He followed the plan of 'mutual cover' drawn up with Belkin, and it seemed that the other party had noticed something!

"Damn it! What should I do?" At this point, Atilicia was inevitably a little panicked.

As a spell caster, of course he understands that the brain is the carrier of consciousness and soul. If his brain is really eaten by the illithids, he will not talk about whether his soul will be damaged. He just thinks about inheriting his own... He couldn't help but tremble at the birth of the illithid that had part of his memory, knowledge, and even part of his personality!

Seeing that it was her turn soon, and seeing the other party's ferocious and smooth face facing her, and when he slapped the last tadpole in his face, Artilicia finally couldn't restrain her inner excitement. Fear and rejection began to struggle crazily, hoping to gain even one more second.

He didn't dare to recover his body immediately.

Because facing a legendary illithid, doing so will only kill you instantly! At the same time, his own memory will immediately betray David and their actions!

‘Do you really want to experience the feeling of your brain being slowly eaten? David Eutus! Whatever you do, make some noise! I can't hold on anymore! ! ! ’

And I don’t know if it was because David, who was far outside the city, saw his old father being kidnapped to the upper floors of the fortress.

A loud bang.

Another shot of dragon's breath fell in the molten iron fortress, causing the entire main brain chamber to tremble violently and even tilt slightly. The illithid Archon Abedra, who was caught off guard, stabbed the tadpole directly with his hand. Into the throat of Atilicia who couldn't help but scream.

"." For a moment, the two looked at each other, and the scene became silent.

"Ze na ha na (damn it!!!)" Albadra, who finally couldn't bear it any longer, fired a [Psychic Weakness Technique] at Artilicia and stepped into the portal with unprecedented anger. He went to seek revenge on David's crazy red dragon.

Seeing that the terrifying Illithid Archon finally left, Atilicia instinctively prepared to return to her true form, but the psychic spells from the legendary Illithid were not in vain.

He found that he couldn't change back at the critical moment!

His body was even more limp, and what made his scalp numb even more was that he found that the damn tadpole was not swallowed by him, but tightly wrapped its tail around his uvula, trying to get out of his mouth. The throat tube climbs up the cranial cavity!

At the same time, he finally understood the meaning of the spell that the Archon cast before leaving!

In despair, he could only struggle towards the next door and wake up a female dwarf whose face was full of collapse and despair:

"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' expression.

"Kiss me!" Artilicia said, holding back her shame:

"The kind of tongue kiss, cough cough cough! Hurry! I can't hold on any longer!"

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

"Bah! Let's face death together! Disgusting perverted drow!"

Mudd! Even before she died, she could meet this kind of Drow Lace who coveted her beauty.

What a bad luck!

She chose to die rather than bend!

(End of this chapter)