Chapter 1345 Life Is Always Ups and Downs

The moment he saw the brain, Bertram realized that the development of the matter might have exceeded his expectations, but what happened next could no longer allow him to think much—accompanied by a dizzying mental shock , All the dark priests at the scene felt a brief confusion in their perception, and in the next second, the "brain" that was fully armed and muscular began to attack the surroundings violently.

The magic cannon let out a sharp whistling, the swords and spears filled with electric light and heat waves shot out arcs and flames, and the heavy mechanical warhammer roared and smashed down in the air, wherever it went, whether it was a wooden limb or a cave The pillars of the rock turned into fragments and scattered, and the dark priests hurriedly tried to organize a counterattack. However, every time they tried to mobilize more powerful magic power, they would feel a tingling pain in their spirits, and the strong thought pulse was interrupted again and again. Their spellcasting was such that even Bertram himself could barely support the barrier for protection and summon the most basic vines to interfere with the attack of the "brain".

And compared to the uninterrupted mental interference, the great astonishment shook Pertram's cognition even more at this moment. He watched his followers fight on the muscular body that was wielding a lot of heavy weapons. He retreated steadily under the berserk brain attack, and felt that he was experiencing a strange nightmare for a moment, and a strong thought echoed in his mind-what the hell is this thing? !

"Boom!!"

A loud noise came from nearby, and the ensuing air wave caused Pertram to stagger to the side. His mutated vegetable body with few human forms felt severe pain in the air wave. Knowing that he was affected by the shells - the shock wave produced by this magical weapon had already penetrated the shield and damaged the biological tissues under his wooden skin. He commanded his followers loudly: "This is a trap! Withdraw to the passage!"

Yes, it was a trap, he knew from the very beginning that there was a trap here, but he never thought that the really dangerous part of the trap wasn't the ambushes outside at all—it was his target itself. He brought enough cannon fodder, bulldozed all the hostile units in this underground lair with enough caution, and finally even sacrificed the root system group assigned to him by the Grand Master in the cave to completely Blocked this "final chamber", but I didn't expect that the strongest fighting force here... turned out to be a brain...

He did succeed in sealing it off - sealing himself and his followers together with the terrifying monster in front of him.

The whistling sound came from the side, and a huge sense of crisis arose spontaneously. Pertram subconsciously propped up his shield, and the next second he saw the brain waving a huge stalagmite that broke off from nowhere with its tentacles towards him. The shield and the stone pillar collided fiercely, and the surge of magic power caused the dry branches and leaves of Pertram to break apart. What came with this violent impact was also the energy released by the brain. A powerful mental impact.

During this mental shock, he finally heard Beltira's voice again—this voice was superimposed with several other voices, as if extending from the Holy Spirit Plain to this place through a series of thought transfer organs, and finally passing through his eyes His rough and strong brain released: "Bertram, I hope you are still satisfied with my hospitality."

"Beltera!!" Bertlam's eyes were tearing apart. He watched one of his followers be knocked unconscious by the boulder thrown by his brain, and then dragged into the darkness by the vines that grew suddenly from the nearby cave. In the depths, a great sense of frustration and some kind of inexplicable fear made him curse, "You freak, you bastard! What have you made?!"

"It's really humorous to say that from your mouth, my compatriot," Bertera said unhurriedly, and at the same time, the brain raised its muscular tentacles high and swung a heavy hammer Beating on the crumbling shield of Bertram,

"Don't always attribute your failures to the fact that the enemy is too powerful. You have to admit that you are a waste—you have come here, but you still have to be pressed to death by me."

As soon as the sarcasm deep in his spirit fell, a muffled sound interrupted all Bertram's thoughts. The shield he had supported so far was finally smashed into light particles that dissipated all over the sky by the heavy war hammer. There were several sounds of breaking through the air, and several thick tentacles directly entangled his wooden "arm" and several main branches. At this moment, he felt as if he was imprisoned by several arms made of steel. He was forcibly pulled into the air, and the roots that were desperately grabbing the ground were also mercilessly pulled off—in the end, he confronted that huge "brain" at a very close distance, and at this distance he could completely see Clear the slightly undulating biological tissue and the ravines and protrusions on the east and west surfaces.

He suddenly suspected that each of those bumps distributed on the surface of the "brain" was actually a solid muscle.

"I don't admit it... I don't admit this kind of failure..." The temporarily imprisoned dark patriarch struggled with all his strength while trying in vain to mobilize his magic power, and at the same time struggled in the depths of his spirit against the force transmitted from the brain in front of him. Erosion of will, "What are you..."

"You fight with your brains, Bertram," Bertera's voice interrupted him contemptuously. "You're only defeated by my brains."

All the previous attacks and insults had caused far less harm than this sentence——Bertram instantly felt his rationality stretched to the extreme. He stared at the "brain" that was almost like a mountain of muscles in front of him, Looking at the pile of lethal weapons held by the tentacles below it and the large area around it destroyed by its violent attack, great grief and indignation welled up in my heart: "You call this using your brain?!"

"Otherwise?" The brain floating in the air tightened its tentacles, Bertram felt that his branches were gradually being peeled off, and Bertila's contemptuous voice sounded in his mind slowly, " I have a very powerful brain—for today, these synthetic brains operating on the front line even do five sets of strength training and four hours of fighting simulations every day..."

Bertram suddenly fell silent, and after a few seconds, he said as if giving up resistance: "... that's enough, you can kill me."

"Don't be so anxious, your death is of little value, the 'information' stored in your mind is more meaningful to me, I will patiently peel off your thinking center, and then digest and absorb the memories stored in it little by little— —Your followers are already going through this process, but I believe you must know many more secrets than them..."

Bertram did not respond to the voice in his head, as if he had really given up resistance completely, and the followers he brought were almost all defeated by that brain at this moment, and were grown out of the nearby cave The vines dragged into the dark depths, only the last dark priest was still standing staggeringly on the edge of the cave, maybe its value was too insignificant, or it could be that Bertila was focusing all his energy on stripping Bertram's " On the "core", the only remaining dark priest was not attacked at the moment. He moved his roots carefully in panic, moving a little bit towards the exit of the cave, and he had fled to the edge of the exit at this moment.

Bertram's gaze shifted to the dark priest, and at the same time, he silently sensed every wave of magic power released by the brain that was imprisoning him. At a certain moment, he finally seized the opportunity.

"Sandok!" Bertram shouted suddenly, calling the name of the dark priest, his voice broke the calm in the cave, and made the dark priest stop suddenly—the latter Instinctively felt the danger at the first moment, but still subconsciously turned around because of years of obedience, a pair of dark yellow eyes met Bertram's face that had begun to be gradually torn and dissolved. The latter's eyes were filled with magical brilliance.

"No, Dean, please..."

The dark priest's tragic shouts came to an abrupt end, and the "imprint" buried deep in his soul was activated in advance. He felt that his consciousness was instantly transferred to a body that was about to be torn apart and unable to move, and the vision in front of him also suddenly Filled with a "brain" floating in the air, and before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, he only saw his "own" body start to run towards the exit of the cave.

In the next second, the entire underground space was filled with Bertila's cold and angry killing intent.

That murderous intent surged from behind, as cold as if it wanted to completely freeze the surrounding air. Pertram ran wildly in the dark underground cave, constantly observing the surroundings that could be sensed and still retained the ability to move. The deformed body and the dark root system of the monster gave orders to intercept the pursuit at all costs, until the great fear gradually subsided from his heart, until he began to feel that "life" appeared in his destiny again.

He knew that he escaped from birth.

The power of that brain is limited to the "cave" covered by the sea of ​​flowers. The distortion and spreading roots he brought from the wasteland before have indeed disintegrated the "enemy" outside the cave. After the brain, he was finally "safe" again.

"Sandok... I will remember you, thank you for your 'devotion'..." Bertram muttered in a low voice, while running towards a crack leading to the surface in his perception, he said, "These gadgets of the Eternal Sleeper are still useful...Damn, this body is still too weak, I have to find a way to restore my strength..."

He muttered, on the one hand, he was indeed planning for the future, but on the other hand, he was using this method to relieve the fear and tension in his heart.

At the last moment just now, he used the high-level secret technique he had learned secretly when the Death of All Things Society and the Order of the Eternal Sleepers still had a "cooperative relationship", and exchanged souls with one of his subordinates—as a cautious and A man who cherishes his life, he buried the corresponding "soul-stealing mark" in the soul of each of his followers long ago, but he never thought that this arrangement would come in handy in today's situation.

Anyway, now that he survived, he had to start thinking about the problems he would face after he survived.

For example... another shameful, embarrassing, and infuriating failure, and in this failure, he not only lost all the hands the Grand Master sent him, but also lost a large branch in the root network, lost Killed all his followers, and even... lost his body.

What is more terrifying than these losses is that some of his followers were captured alive by the enemy...

He still clearly remembered Bertila's words, he knew that those dark priests who were captured alive would soon become sources of information for mortals—and this would become his most terrible crime so far.

"I have to think of a way... The Grand Priest will not accept this kind of result... Attributing the failure to a certain subordinate? No, it's too clumsy... First find a way to fabricate a 'result' that can be offset? No , might be seen through...Damn it, that damned crazy woman, if it wasn't for her..."

Bertram said viciously, a gleam of light had appeared at the end of his field of vision, he looked down at his "both arms" through the light, and saw strange bark and lines, which made him There is a new idea: "Wait, I don't have to face the anger of the Grand Master directly... The fault was committed by Bertram, and I can be Sandoko... A loyal obedience, fighting to the death, in the end An ordinary priest who was dragged down by an incompetent superior, yes, that's right... I escaped desperately and brought out important information. Bertram failed, but an ordinary priest who survived a fierce battle does not have to bear the wrath of the Grand Priest ..."

A false sense of security came to mind, and Bertram felt as if he had escaped the punishment that had yet to come, and began to conceive on this basis how to recover his strength as soon as possible, and climb back to the position of "Headmaster" as soon as possible Come on, as for "revenge"... He has completely dismissed this unrealistic idea now.

That crazy "ancient saint"... She is not something she can deal with by herself, so let the other dark patriarchs figure out a way. He should stay away from the entire northern battlefield. If possible, it is best to transfer To the Southern Front...

At this moment, the light from the front interrupted the cranky thoughts of the dark priest.

The underground passage finally came to an end, and he... returned to the surface.

The dim sunlight poured down from the sky, and the air flow from the surface world blew the branches and leaves of Bertram's new body. He froze for a moment, a kind of belated joy welling up in his heart.

"Ah... I am lucky after all..."

He sighed softly, and walked out of a cave connecting the surface and the ground. The cold wind was blowing on his bark, and he greedily felt the cold air around him, as well as the feeling of freedom and security.

After a while, he slowly calmed down and began to look at the surrounding environment - after fleeing in a panic, he urgently needed to know where he was.

Then, to his surprise, he saw a small hill standing against the background of the twilight sky, and on the top of the hill stood another strange mansion.

A tall woman pushed open the gate of the mansion and walked out, quietly watching Bertram standing on the flat ground with some curiosity, after a while, she smiled, and something like a rune circle The luminous structure flashed and disappeared around her, as if some kind of restraint had been lifted, and her figure suddenly appeared blurred, mysterious, and majestic.

She smiled and opened her arms.

At this moment, Bertram saw endless stars, endless colors, endless light, and endless truths and mysteries.

His eyes began to fill with fear and madness.

Fear and madness filled every eye that kept opening on every branch of his body.

(It’s time to push the book, and the friendly recommendation is "I Kidnapped the Timeline" from "Knocking the Keyboard Everyday". It is classified into science fiction. I feel that the ideas are very creative. Although there are not many words at present, the future can be expected.)

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