Chapter 130 The Forgotten Island

Barnes' Adam's apple jumped, and he turned his head. The awareness that invaded his mind was strong and clear enough that they could sense each other's general position.

The barriers of the soul have been erected, and the consciousness of resistance protects the self and blocks the intrusion of other people's souls. Barnes knew that if the other party was his friend John, his resistance would have reminded him of the basic courtesy of being a human being, and he would withdraw the temptation, at least not show any hostility again.

But the conscious body that touched Barnes's heart did not stop. The psychic tentacles, which were stronger than ordinary people, slid and tapped on the mental barrier built by Barnes, completely hiding the malicious intention of trying to invade. Barnes felt a strong sense of hunger from the other party's active mental stimulation.

The sound of approaching footsteps was faint. If it weren't for the unabashed telepathy in his mind, Barnes might have ignored the Mind Flayer who was almost six feet away from him before emerging from the mist.

It looked to be in poor condition, with an obvious wound on its chest and abdomen. Purple-black blood was flowing out of the festering wound and dripping from the Mind Flayer's fingers that clenched the wound. The four tentacles of the Mind Flayer hung down feebly, with only the front end raised, pointing towards Barnes's position.

The appearance of Barnes attracted a gaze full of hunger and desire, and the sense of crisis that almost solidified made Barnes' exhausted body feel an obscure sense of impediment in movement. Barnes' heart sank, and he immediately realized that the enemy had exerted negative interference on his thinking.

Barnes slowed down, and before he could break free from this slow state, a powerful psychic shock hit his brain like a violent storm. The severe pain that seemed to tear apart his brain made Barnes cry out in pain. He gritted his teeth, stabilized the last trace of clarity in his mind, raised his hand, pointed at the monster that was approaching quickly, and roared out a hot and hoarse devil's curse. language.

[Purgatory scolding]

The fire of hell arose without roots at the feet of the mind flayer, and the erupting pillar of fire completely swallowed the monster's figure. Barnes was completely drained of energy, his physical strength was completely drained, and he knelt down on the ground sluggishly. The aftereffects of the forcible use of spells slowly appeared, and his physical fatigue reminded him of the darkness of near-death.

My vision started to blur and my body was shaking.

Gradually, I couldn't even feel the light in front of my eyes, only vague bright and dark patches of color surrounded me. A pair of strong hands grasped Barnes' shoulders, and shadows, dampness, and haziness gradually eroded his consciousness. It comes, and a little bubble of thought emerges from the sunken brain.

The mind flayer had survived the flames, and now it was ready to dine.

The food in front of him seemed to be completely necrotic, and a series of slight sounds were emitted from the vocal organs. The mind flayer heard only the last fragments of the sound as it reached out its tentacles and clasped his head, wondering whether consuming this gray matter would be beneficial to its body.

"...Hibson Arlington..."

Hot breath sprayed on the protruding octopus-shaped back of the Mind Flayer's head, and the smell of sulfur in the air was nauseating. Pale flames burned blazingly, and the big devil spread his bat wings.

The mind flayer's sensory nerves were alarming frantically, and the mucus on the body surface was evaporated by the sudden increase in temperature.

There was a powerful presence behind the mind flayer that it could not ignore, and the mind flayer let go of the food in its hand.

It's no longer eating time, it's escape time!

Phew!

The severe pain that appeared in the chest made the mind flayer roar in pain. Its body was lifted up, and the nerves under every inch of muscle twitched crazily because of the foreign object that invaded the flesh.

Arlington's claws pierced the mind flayer's chest, and now the reinvigorated hellcat was ready to finish off his prey.

The second claw pierced the gap. Arlington exerted force with both hands, blood sprayed on his palms, and his bloodthirsty impulse turned into the power of destruction. Arlington roared, and the Mind Flayer was torn in half, and a purple rain of blood poured down on Barnes' head.

"Oh, isn't this my good friend Barnes?"

Arlington was in a happy mood after completing the killing. He hugged the unconscious Barnes and tucked it into his thick fur arm. He didn't care if he heard him and said: "I knew you, this insidious parasite, must be hiding." One hand. You tricked me here and made the crimson warlock pay the price of the devil's summons. You also left yourself a backdoor in the contract, a clever method! A frequent visitor to hell!"

"Ah, are you dying now? It must have cost a lot to consume your blood to summon me. It's rare that you asked me for help, so I charged a little more interest. When I think that my recovery is based on your loss of life, I It’s so exciting! Don’t worry, I won’t take action against you. Who knows if you have tampered with the contract.”

"It would be great if you could die naturally. I will intercept your soul before it goes to hell. Hahaha, I won't get tired of it for the next few hundred years."

"Okay, now it's time to find my dangerous contractor. I have smelled his scent. Hey, hold on, at least die in front of him. Don't let me be suspected, you clown."

Arlington's laughter echoed in the thick fog. He flapped his wings and rushed into the fog with the unconscious Barnes.

…

Lilian jumped into the air and dodged the brain-eating monster's claws. Her body flipped in the air and swooped down like a falcon. Her long, disheveled silver hair had just been gathered together by gravity. Lillian straightened up and pulled out the dagger that had crucified the brain-eating monster from the corpse.

After looking at her own record, Lilian restrained herself from the excitement brought by the pleasure of battle.

She stretched out her waist, showing off her perfect curves. Her long silver hair was inevitably stained with blood, which gave her beauty a bit of dangerous charm. She tilted her head and looked to the other side expectantly.

John Kemp tightened his fists and followed the warlock's gesture, tightening the crimson chains binding the Mind Flayer inward. John carefully looked at the Mind Flayer whose original appearance was damaged by the crimson chain. The chain had penetrated into its body and extracted purple blood.

Because of Mariana, John had a certain degree of understanding of this strange creature. The occasional sense of closeness in his brain also showed that the corpse in front of him and the mind flayer he sacrificed belonged to the same group and were controlled by the same mastermind.

"The amount of bleeding is too little." John felt pity.

This is the corpse of the Mind Flayer that was lying here long before John and Lillian came ashore. Most of their spirituality has dissipated after the death. It seems that the arrival of the Mind Flayer is not welcomed by this land. It still exists here. Other dangers.

John gave it a brief try and shook his head. Draining the remaining blood from the body was not enough to support the ritual to obtain its memory. John also needed to collect more blood. Fortunately, a group of mind flayers share a spiritual network. Their blood can be mixed and used, and the harvested memories will not collide with each other and wear out. This will save John a lot of trouble and reduce the burden on his mind.

Although John's brain reserves and memory cleaning skills have been greatly improved after obtaining the mind-stealing magic, he will not specifically feel the pain of his mind condensing into lead, like a solid body.

As for the interference from the mind flayer network ruler, the master brain, John believed that the master brain, which had suffered a loss once, would not appear again at the sacrifice ceremony to cause trouble.

John turned around and saw Lillian Odiz staring at him. There was a low and resentful emotion in her eyes. Of course, John, who had normal intelligence, would not blame those brain-eating monsters.

John recalled his past experiences with his friends, and John gave him the comfort of fixed sentences.

"You did a great job, far beyond my expectations. I'm beginning to be glad that the companion who came ashore was you and not someone else. Barnes and Raven must not have done as well as you."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Vivian rolled her eyes at him, then turned to deal with the corpses and collect available materials.

Her work efficiency has obviously accelerated a lot.

John sincerely thanked Mariana for her teachings.