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Chapter 1259 1257. One-day trip to Baiya
Today, Murphy, who has grown into a real big man, feels that there are very few things on this continent that can surprise him. After all, being able to chat and laugh with gods and engage in intrigue with the shadows of chaos, coupled with the crazy activities of a group of foreigners, has tempered Murphy's nerves to be extremely tough.

He felt that he could face everything in this world with a smile, but the world just gave the overconfident God of Creation a slap in the face.

When a mind flayer really appeared before his eyes, which was always recorded in great detail in various fantasy stories and occupied a very good position on the "ranking of the masterminds behind the scenes in various planes", Murphy still strongly felt the disparity of the world and what kind of cruel things the Creator would do when he occasionally went offline.

[DATA EXPUNGED] That madman actually released a mind flayer elder on a planet that He personally set up as a "civilized habitat"!
What the hell!

How brave must one be to do such a thing?
If you have no life, you might as well bite a lighter in front of the Chaos Shadows. Maybe you can get unanimous applause from the Warp Shadows.

When the "undead" Sim, who no longer concealed his true face, extended a "sincere" invitation to Murphy, the Vampire Governor hesitated for a rare moment. As he said, it was hard to say which of the White Cliffs, which was set as a trap by Dusk and the White Cliffs that served as the lair of the Mind Flayer Elders, was more dangerous.

At least the former can be solved with God's Scepter, and the latter.
Although it can be razed to the ground, the prerequisite is that Murphy must be able to preserve his sanity under the psychic attack of a group of mind flayers.

His perception, which had been raised to 50 points, was frantically sounding an alarm, telling him to stay away from the dangerous creature in front of him. When Sim did not close his mind and allowed Murphy to spy on him with telepathy, the Vampire Governor unsurprisingly discovered that the spiritual world of this guy in front of him was like a lightless abyss, and his little spiritual power was like being thrown into a muddy swamp, unable to move an inch.

It is worthy of being the legendary "psychic creature".

"Before I can answer your question as to whether or not I want to go with you to White Cliff, I must confirm one thing."

Murphy blinked and asked:
"How many psionicists in the Ring Tower have you implanted with the infamous mind flayer tadpole?"

"Well, in the name of defending against Chaos infiltration, sir, all members of the Pure Faction must go through this 'trial'. The spiritual towers and walls forged from the connection of the mind can allow us to ignore any interference and impact brought by the power of Chaos in the material world."

Sim did not hide anything, he said very frankly:

"Therefore, I can inform you that all psionicists currently active in White Cliff have the power of the mind flayer protecting their brains.

But don't worry, the Mind Flayer Tadpoles I'm using have all been 'modified'. They won't actively transform the host's life form until they lose their physical life and face death. I will give them a choice that is destined to be very difficult.

Here, my people will also reproduce in this civilized habitat planned by the Creator, just like the civilization of other interstellar refugees.

of course!

You don't have to worry that the Mind Flayers will interfere with the reproduction of other species. As I said before, I have been 'modified' by the Creator, so the 'kingdom' I established must also follow your will, abide by Alpha's precepts and become a part of this world in the future.

We are one of the pillars of defenders hiding in the shadows of the world, not mindless destroyers and polluters."

"Ah, this answer really makes me feel at ease, especially when it comes from the mouth of a mind flayer elder."

Murphy complained sarcastically:

“It seems that Chaos has brought you a lot of pressure, sir. You have been standing in front of me for such a long time without trying to control my mind, or even trying to influence my thoughts or change my mind. After all, this goes against the nature of a mind flayer.

I even felt the sincerity from it.

All right, then, let’s take a trip to the White Cliffs.

But I must remind you in advance that for my personal safety, the Scepter of God is already in launch mode. If I encounter any threat in your territory, then... you see, I will always find a way to escape before it is razed to the ground.

But I don't think you can escape the targeting and killing of the law of cause and effect.

Therefore, for your own safety, I suggest you not to have any bad thoughts. "

"This is really prudent and cautious. I can fully understand the benefits that controlling a chosen one of the Creators would bring me, but please believe me, I will not risk the extinction of my race by doing this at this moment."

There was not much expression on Sim's cold and uncomfortable octopus face.

It picked up its golden mask and put it on its face again. As the mental illusion was reapplied, it turned back into its previous skinny and almost undead appearance. It waved its bone staff, allowing the three psychic masters outside the door to enter the bridge again.

As they cast a spell together, a portal that had obviously been modified and strengthened opened here. Following the reflected light curtain, Murphy could see the scenery of the tall towers on the white cliffs.

Sim stepped into the portal first, and Murphy followed closely after straightening his clothes and refused Adele's permission to go with him.

He was confident that he could resist the mind flayer's interference, but Adele might be implanted with some unnecessary thoughts. It was better not to let the person next to him take risks at this time.

However, when Murphy stepped into the portal, he glanced at Granny Bach and asked in his heart:

"Do you really know what that thing in your head that claims to be protecting your sanity means?"

"I know, Murphy."

Little Grandma Bach responded in her heart with a smile:
"When I decided to join the Pure Ones, Lord Sim showed me his true form and explained the risks. I know it sounds crazy, but in order to gain an advantage against Chaos, we must make sacrifices.

Especially after the tragedies in Cadman City and Port Chardon."

"But the question is, are you sure that your devotion and fearlessness are the conclusions you have drawn from your own thinking?"

Murphy sighed and said:
"When facing the Mind Flayers, any thought that comes to your mind could be a trick played by them. They are the masters of the mind, and in this realm, even the methods used by the omnipresent Chaos seem too crude and unskillful to them.

But now, your future is determined."

"Murphy, I don't want to be a deserter, and what's in my head is a weapon. I don't care what the future holds. You know, my father turned himself into a monster, and I don't want his madness to pollute the world anymore.

If I were to stop him I would have to sacrifice something.

Fortunately, I had already lived a fairly fulfilling life for most of my life before I had to make the difficult choice.”

Little Bach Granny reached out and pushed Murphy's waist. She said:
"Don't worry about me. Go and get back what the Creator left for you."

"Well, I can only wish you good luck then."

Murphy nodded, stepped through the portal and stepped into the territory of White Cliff in the flickering astral scenery with a slight sense of weightlessness. Sim was waiting for him in front. From the latter's calm attitude, Murphy knew that the conversation he had just had with little Bach grandmother had not been hidden from the mind flayer elder.

Since the mind flayer tadpoles in the minds of the psionic masters were implanted by this guy himself, he has the power to eavesdrop and control them.

Perhaps all it takes is a thought or a spell, and the foreign objects in the psionicists' minds will grow at an extremely fast rate, devouring and infecting the other party's brain until the latter is "reborn" into a mind flayer like Sim.

This is how they reproduce. Just as the prosperity of vampires is based on the harm of other races, the reproduction of mind flayers is obviously more vicious and painful. They are naturally not loved and relied upon by any rational person.

"Please follow me, sir. The dean has been waiting for a long time."

Sim made a "please" gesture, and then, lifted and pushed by the powerful mental force, he rose into the wind and flew in the air in a "light" posture, while Murphy spread his wings and followed behind him, flying forward in the mysterious White Cliff Demiplane in various stories and legends.

The area of ​​this place is not very large.

At most, it is the size of a small city. Apart from the towns where apprentices and ordinary psionicists live, the most notable feature of this demiplane is the existence of wizard towers of different shapes everywhere. There are both large and small ones, occupying different areas of the demiplane and shouldering different functions and responsibilities.

Among these wizard towers of various styles, the most eye-catching ones are the six ancient towers surrounding the edge of the demiplane. They are classic Creator-style energy towers, but the psionicists have redecorated their exteriors with bricks, stones and other materials to make them more in line with the style that psionicists on this continent should have.

One of the misunderstandings that ordinary people have about the Ring Tower is that they always think that the Ring Tower is simply a psychic organization composed of three spellcaster factions: Shaping, Manipulation, and Purification. But in fact, there are as many as six main towers standing inside the Ring Tower.

In addition to the three spellcaster factions responsible for daily education and hosting battles, there is also the teaching tower presided over by the undead Sim himself, the forbidden tower that stores various forbidden objects and often cooperates with the Grey Knights in the past, and the logistics tower responsible for the daily operation and material management of the entire Ring Tower.

Each tower has a tower master.

Each tower master is a genuine psychic master, and the six tower masters together form the leadership of the Ring Tower. Above them is a mysterious "Dean" who is responsible for target setting and plan advancement.

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This is the middle and upper structure of the Ring Tower.

According to the description of the former Shaper Tower Master "Dragon Flame" Lina and the former Ring Tower Edge Psionic Master Old Flynn who is currently serving at the R-9 base, the middle and lower level system of the Ring Tower is a complex organizational network formed by the interweaving of various small and medium factions that extend continuously from the six high towers.

Being able to own a wizard tower of your own in the White Cliff Territory, even if it is just the lowest-rate three-story tower, is undoubtedly a "symbol of status and knowledge" in this circle.

During its heyday, the Ring Tower had more than 30,000 registered psionicists, and its influence covered almost all areas of spellcasters in the Old Continent. It was said that there were even "offices" of the Ring Tower in the Eternal Rift and the distant ancient country of Callum.

This is undoubtedly a behemoth.

It once strictly adhered to neutrality and did not interfere too much in the politics and people's livelihood of the outside world, earning the Ring Tower the nickname "Defender of Humanity".

But unfortunately, during the Fourth Black Disaster, the then Master of the Tower of Purification, Plinio Meredin, risked his life to locate the Bone Gnawing King and brought down the Solar Bombardment, completely ending the war that had spread across most of the continent. This feat seemed to be the last glory for the Ring Tower, an ancient organization that had existed for more than five hundred years.

After that, the Ring Tower made a series of bad decisions on the continent.

It abandoned its neutrality and assisted the Sealands in completing the conquest of Greene Island and was closely tied to the new Plantagenet Kingdom. It also participated very actively in King Louis' ten-year war against the Catholic Church.

It seems that in the past hundred years, the organization that once worked hard for the benefit of mankind has degenerated into a power-seeking thug association overnight, until they were found to be colluding with the Twilight Cultists, and a terrible rebellion broke out within the organization. Eventually, they were strangled by the Greene Legion under the joint orders of Lord Payne and King Louis and were killed in the White Cliff Headquarters.

Murphy didn't know much about the specific process of that war.

But he was very clear that before the decisive battle with the Lord of the Hunt, the number of registered psionicists in the Ring Tower had dropped from 30,000 in its heyday to just 3,000 today.

This was no longer just a broken bone, it was a punch that broke the backbone of the Ring Tower, turning a super psychic organization into a second-rate force on the continent. It was only when the Undead Simm and his "Pure Ones" faction turned the tide at the critical moment that this ancient organization was left with the last bit of vitality.

However, their past foundation is still there. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Just looking at the action of supporting Gramo Island this time, we can judge that these psychic masters are still capable of fighting.

Murphy spread his wings and flew over the white cliffs. He looked down at the lively town below. He could see some psionicists carrying scrolls walking back and forth, and students hurriedly riding magic carpets to different towers for classes.

If we ignore the traces of war around the town that have not yet been completely cleared, this place looks very much like a branch of Hogwarts School in another world.

Especially those members wearing pointed hats and robes, it really feels like they have accidentally entered a magical world.

It is not difficult to judge from the activities of these guys below that even in the current "low period" of the Ring Tower, the teaching work of this organization has not stopped.

Well, probably under Sim's leadership, the Ring Tower began to "trace its roots". This place was originally a psychic institution famous for education and inheritance, and they are also returning to their identity as a psionicist training base.

"I'm curious. You just said that you regained your past memories."

Murphy turned his gaze away from the scenery below and asked:

"So, what specific area of ​​work were you responsible for when you were working in the Eden District? Lord Paying told me that he didn't have much interaction with you at that time."

"Wrong! Thousands of years ago, Pa Ying and I were good comrades who worked together seamlessly."

Sim replied casually:

"At that time, I was involved in almost all of the covert operations in the Eden District. The Eden District Management Committee needed my psychic powers to perform some shady tasks for them. I remember that the memory erasure operations against Eden District members were no less than seventeen times issued by the Council.

In the so-called 'Golden Age', all kinds of dirty things happened one after another. In this situation, the existence of a friendly mind flayer who can play with memories and minds at will becomes very important.

I know what you want to ask, Your Excellency the Chosen One of Creation.

The memory-clearing function that came with the Beta program was completed by me personally. Unfortunately, I was probably too involved in it at the time, which caused it to affect me when it was activated. It was not until the dean was activated for the first time a hundred years ago that I relied on the power of the Mind Flayer to recover those erased memories.

Then I discovered a horrible truth.

When I set up the amnestic module for the Beta program, I left a backdoor in it so that it wouldn't affect me, but someone tampered with it!
Even if I don't tell you, you can probably guess who did it. It's the head of the secret department, the bastard who used my power to delete everyone's memory of him and turned himself into a non-existent guy.

Secret Senator Steiner!"

At this point, the Undead Sim shook his head, glanced at Murphy, and said:
"But the good news is that Steiner is dead. After I recovered my memory, I used the dean's excellent computing power to search in secret. I confirmed that the guy died in an accident and his life signal was extinguished hundreds of years ago.

The bad news, however, is that he completed his transformation before his death.

It was a Chaos ghost that could exist without a physical body. His master in the Warp had given him some strange powers. The culprit was hiding in a body, weaving the twilight moment that his master longed to see.

So I would remind you, Mr. Murphy.

Be alert to every stranger you meet or the people close to you, maybe there is a ghost named 'Steiner' in their shadows watching you. "

(End of this chapter)