Chapter 434: Heart-Stealing Demon

'This feeling... is unmistakable. It definitely comes from the main brain regional effect, which can cover a five-kilometer radius of telepathy fluctuations. The main brain is already very close to me. I must be more careful on the next section of the road. OK. ’

Nohill thought so, but as he said, in fact, Nohill had prepared any precautions he could imagine in advance.

The legendary helmet greatly increased Nohir's perception, allowing him to detect the regional effects of the mastermind immediately.

The legendary ring blocked his mental fluctuations, and it was impossible for the mastermind to discover his location through telepathy.

Coupled with the leyline radiation of the Underdark itself that can distort prophecy spells, and the anti-detection amulet he carries, Nohill really can't think of anything that can detect him in advance before he is actively exposed?

However, considering that the opponent he encountered next might become the final boss of the gods, Nohill still added the last layer of insurance for his infiltration action at this time.

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The deepest part of the illithid colony is a place full of putrid smells. The rocky surface is covered with half-rotted flesh. The surrounding walls are covered with tendons made of flesh and blood. Green light and floating floating objects can be seen everywhere. A stinking pool of corruption and an ugly place with all kinds of corpses.

And in such a disgusting abode, where the sight of a living person is enough to cause all kinds of discomfort, and staying there for a little longer can even cause confusion, there are actually a lot of life forms of all kinds.

Terrorclaws, swamp bearmen, brain-eating monsters, tentacle monsters, tree-rope monsters, fear-eating bodies, and scattered mind flayers, as well as a group of people who are incompatible with this place, but are full of corruption and wear triangles on their heads. A human with a towering pointed helmet.

If Nohill was here now, he would definitely be able to identify the identities of these people. The unique triangular helmets and the three-headed flails made like skulls around their waists were enough to reveal them. There is no doubt about their identity that they are followers of Melkor, the god of the dead.

Among these believers, an old half-elf wearing gorgeous armor with a purple gem inlaid on the chest and a double-headed war hammer on his back stood out particularly.

This man is none other than Catheric Som, the legendary Chosen One, the patriarch of the Som family, the immortal general and the immortal. After being resurrected by the God of the Undead, Ceseric Som was still alive. Became the new leader of the Death Cult.

Melkor handed over all his followers in the mortal world to Catheric, and Catheric also shouldered the important task of leading them. To be honest, it is not particularly difficult to manage these followers of the undead god, because they will be there in the future. Those who worshiped Melkor were strange and strange men.

His followers have always been people who seek knowledge, strength and even loyalty from the deceased. If Kesric can meet their requirements, then managing them will not be difficult.

At this moment, the reason why these people are here is because they are curious about the mastermind.

They wanted to study the characteristics of the mastermind. Mortals knew too little about this creature and had almost no idea what it could do. This exploration of the unknown drove them into madness for a time.

However, after this period of research, these followers of the God of the Dead have figured out most of the mastermind's abilities, and the reason why they still stay here at this time is entirely because of other purposes.

"Lord Som, the mastermind's output of illithid tadpoles has dropped a lot today, and more and more tadpoles are dying unnaturally soon after birth. This is very abnormal. Obviously we have already "These fragile tadpoles were placed in prepared breeding tanks to the highest standards, but this still failed to reduce tadpole mortality."

A female Soul Rider came to Catheric's side while flipping through the notebook made of human skin in her hand.

Catheric, who had been staring at the Corrupt Lake in a daze, came to his senses at this time. He frowned and said to the female Soul Controller.

"Have you found out what the reason is?"

Kessrick's tone was very bad, and what matched it was his mood. Ever since he unexpectedly met his old rival yesterday, Kessrick's mood had fallen into this situation.

As an old rival with whom he had waged a war a hundred years ago, Kesric knew the virtues of Jaheira and the Harpers very well. He knew that the days of stable development on his side were about to pass, and before long, Jaheira would Sheila will form an army just as she stopped herself a hundred years ago.

In order to cope with the challenge of this army, Kesrick is also trying to use all means to increase its own combat effectiveness. After controlling the master brain, the mind flayers that the master brain can produce will be very good combat assistants. , but for some unknown reason, the production of mind flayer tadpoles has actually become lower and lower in recent times.

This directly affected his plan to establish an army of mind flayers, so when Kesrick received the information from his cult yesterday, he rushed here immediately, and after a period of investigation, that The Soul Controller finally gave a possible guess.

"We suspect that the problem may occur in the crown, Lord Somu. Based on the number of mind flayers sent by the enemy when we fought this illithid colony before, judging from this aspect, this mastermind is wearing a Before the crown, its tadpole production had been in a fairly stable state, but within a week of us putting the crown on it, its tadpole production was almost deteriorating.”

At this point, the Soul Controller seemed to have finally confirmed her guess, and she spoke to Catheric in a firmer tone.

"This is all conclusive evidence. Lord Som, the problem has been determined. It is definitely because of the crown that there is a problem in the production of the mind flayer tadpoles of the master brain, but the problem now is..."

"Without the crown, we cannot control the Mastermind, but with the crown, the Mastermind cannot provide us with troops. It sounds like an unsolvable problem."

"I'm sorry, Lord Som, but we really have no way to solve this problem, but don't be discouraged. Sir, you are the apostle of my god. The great and omniscient Melkor will definitely be able to help us solve this problem, as long as you..."

"No need to say more, Cresa."

Catheric's eyes turned to the brine pool in front of him again. In the green forest pool, a huge monster was lurking.

"...I hope Melkor can forgive my incompetence,...help me prepare the ritual, Cresa, I want to seek guidance from my god."