Chapter 175 The Ruler’s Psychic Power

John and Raven returned to the team, and everyone saw Morena in Raven's arms and quickly understood the special relationship between her and the warrior. This was understandable, as this was the first time they had seen Raven and a woman having what could be called intimate physical contact. Before this, Raven had always kept a rude distance from other women. Taking Vivian as an example, unless necessary, the warrior always remained silent when the female ranger spoke.

The existence of the Mind Flayer made the adventurers feel the pressure. The news of destroying the Mind Flayer's lair was indeed exciting, but John also brought back another bad news.

A powerful spiritual energy was entrenched in front of the nest, and John could always vaguely feel the presence of that energy. After the two killed the mind flayer and left the nest, the psychic energy did not change its position, but it found John. Psychic energy has become more aggressive, and those psionic tentacles have been weakly locked in the direction of the warlock. Whenever John tries to use psionic energy, there will be a tingling in his mind, accompanied by a kind of anxiety like a ray on his back. Confusing the sorcerer's mind.

His psychic abilities were suppressed.

A powerful enemy is openly provoking him.

Crow, who was familiar with the terrain, told everyone that the location where the spiritual energy stayed was the ritual altar, the most important place in the temple ruins. Key locations, powerful enemies, and a team of adventurers ready to go.

"A hard battle is waiting for us." Barnes rubbed his chin lightly with a bewildered smile on his face.

"What, are you scared?" Arlington could vaguely feel the threat ahead. He didn't like to be an enemy of such an opponent, when the power of hell was suppressed. The Hell Guard tried to instigate a few people to give up, but an inexplicable excitement was affecting the nerves of the adventurers. Arlington could hear their adrenaline-accelerated heartbeats and the excited look on everyone's face. Their eyes were shining, as if they had taken off the cloak of civilization and were indulging in the hunting desire that originated from primitive society.

Whether it's John, Raven, Galahad or even Barnes, they are all looking forward to a terrible opponent. These men, whom Arlington regarded as smart, made what he regarded as unwise decisions, advancing without any first-mover advantage.

Morena Adelac, who was still awake, was left behind by Raven. He put down most of his luggage and created a relatively tidy area in the dusty ruins. Raven covered her with a clean blanket, and Bella the Pixie was left to guard her. In the battle against the Mind Flayer, adventurers need to reduce unnecessary damage.

Galahad saw the gentle movements of Raven taking care of the girl. On the way forward, Galahad said to Raven: "If I were that lady, I would be happy to see you by my side when I open my eyes."

This humble Knight of the Round Table saw the soldier's reluctance.

"Raven, in fact, you can stay. Don't tell Bella this. It's unrealistic for a Pixar with less than forearm length to take care of a lady. I can take your place in fulfilling the duties of the front row. The Knights of the Round Table don't There is only the Word.”

Raven cast a grateful look at Galahad, smiled and shook his head.

"So you are not her. A girl who taught me freedom and gave me freedom would not want to see me chained to her. Morena is a strong woman and I'm pretty sure she doesn't want that more than caring. Let people see your vulnerable side.”

Crowe huddled at the back of the group, his back hunched, and a few minutes after the conversation between the two ended, he abruptly broke the silence.

"I don't want to be strong, so can you let me go back? I'm just a weakling..."

"Dead person?" The hell guard lowered his head and let the hot sulfur breath from his nostrils blow onto Crowe's face. He seemed to be confused but actually said threateningly.

Crowe coughed a few times, and his thoughts were dismissed like the smell of sulfur dissipating. The thief quietly approached Barnes and pointed at the menacing hell guards walking behind the team, who looked like they were driving sheep away.

"Who brought him here? He looks really nasty and evil."

The captain tilted his head and proudly flicked his hat with his fingers.

"That's me. You know, sometimes we just have to take advantage of things, even though they seem nasty and bad."

Crowe closed his mouth. He could vaguely feel that the "them" that Barnes was referring to also included Crowe himself.

The adventurers stopped talking, and in front of them was a straight corridor. At this time, a few people realized what the hell guards said about having no first-mover advantage.

The dim corridor was like a dank intestine, filled with a strong and nauseating presence.

There he is.

Such a feeling appeared in the hearts of the adventurers at the same time. They entered the psychic range of the Mind Flayer, and every move they made had the terrifying feeling of being watched by a pair of invisible eyes. They have a hunch that any planned premeditation and attack will fail here, because their enemy's perception has transcended the physical body, as if the opponent is standing in front of them.

At the same time, a vague image of the Mind Flayer also appeared in the minds of the group of people, as if a low-quality hazy split screen outside the visual field of view appeared in their brains. They perceived him with perceptions other than the five senses.

A tall mind flayer leader wearing exquisite and exquisite clothes stood in the center of the altar, the source of powerful psychic energy. His spiritual energy makes his consciousness far stronger than his physical body, and his sense of existence exceeds the reach of his body, allowing the adventurers' perception to transcend the limitations of their five senses, and they passively perceive him. Of course, he also sensed the adventurer.

Zathanos holds the black egg in his hand, guiding the vessel to merge with his own psychic energy. The slaves consumed by the Crimson Ritual are not useless. Their efforts inject powerful energy into the black eggs. Through this special world, the mixed energy between Crimson Power and psionic energy can be captured. Perfect use of inner demons.

The misfortune in the nest was transmitted to Zathanos through the psychic network, and the brain-controlled puppets fell one by one with the death of the mind flayer. Things seemed to be getting dire, but Zathanos could not give up on his experiments.

He didn't need to look back, his consciousness had already transferred to the sacrificial table in the center of the altar, where Vivian Odiz lay flat on her back, falling into a sleepless dream. This rare body will help the mind flayers bypass Morgan's restrictions, and now there are no obstacles in front of them. Zatanos was about to initiate the ritual, but the death of the hive interrupted his plans, and he could not pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It is even more impossible for Zatanos to ignore those threats and start the ceremony rashly. There is still a possibility that the plan will be interfered with, and the risk of failure cannot be tolerated, not to mention that it is no different from seeking death.

Defeating the invaders and continuing his experiments became the only thought in Zatanos' mind after receiving powerful psychic gains.

This belief was also vaguely conveyed to John and his party under a subtle spiritual link.

[I'm going to kill all of you. 】

The extremely arrogant declaration did not cause the adventurers to chuckle at this moment. Their own chaotic senses had already made the adventurers aware of the opponent's powerful strength. Barnes and Crowe swallowed, Galahad and Raven raised their weapons, John's face was sullen, and his psychic energy, suppressed to the point of shrinking into a ball, responded to this power.

【Then come. 】

Enduring the oppression of the spirit by psychic energy, the adventurer rushed into the altar and looked at the mind flayers and other servants who had been prepared.

Vivian on the sacrificial table and the black egg in Zatanos' hand came into John's sight at the same time.

The warlock narrowed his eyes.