Abyss Demon of the Worlds

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After half an hour.

In the face of the things that are quickly sorted out by their subordinates, they pass through information and intelligence.

[Elder of the Spirit Felid], with an angry and puzzled expression, used his telepathic communication ability, and once again confirmed to his subordinates:

"So, the biggest suspects in this incident are just a few hundred slaves?"

The words were full of doubts.

Obviously, He is very skeptical of the veracity of this information.

In the face of the undisguised suspicion of the boss.

The [Spiritual Demon] who was the person being questioned had no choice but to answer:

"Yes, according to our understanding and investigation, among the fugitive slaves, the [Githyanki] named [Fredos] should be the biggest suspect."

This time, face the answer.

[Elder of the Spirit Immortal] did not question anything again, but found the information of [Fredos] in the information displayed. Looking at the words [Native Born and Raised Local Slaves] that were specially marked, I fell into There was a brief silence.

After a while, He opened his curtains through his psionic power, looked at the outer defense of the dungeon where a large hole had been forcibly blasted out of the window, and continued to ask:

"So, as a group of slaves who grew up here freely, how did their leader, the guy named [Fredos], rely on such a destructive effect?"

His subordinates replied respectfully:

"According to the investigation, they should have buried some kind of special explosive there in advance, and then used some kind of spell to affect the detection effect of the surrounding defensive enchantment to prevent the effect."

Hear these words.

[Elder Lingwu], in those round eyes, there was a vicious look immediately, and he asked in a low tone:

"Spell?"

"explosive?"

"I don't remember,

I have those things flowing through the slaves..."

As the existence that rules the entire dungeon.

since hundreds of years ago.

He forcibly confiscated the cultural heritage of all slaves.

and consciously isolate them from each other.

Let them have less communication, have a gap in their hearts, and let them pass on knowledge.

So that you can't cause trouble for yourself.

so long ago for hundreds of years.

Those slaves should have forgotten their own words long ago.

The so-called history, but also rely on word of mouth at most.

And in this case.

A slave who has grown up here since childhood can not only create explosives, but also spells that are enough to affect the defensive enchantment?

That is undoubtedly a very wrong question!

Could it be that this is the special ability you developed without a teacher?

In such a harsh environment, he can have such ability, what kind of amazing genius that happens once in ten thousand years? ?

you are kidding me!

Therefore, in the opinion of the [Elder of Spirit Felid], such a scandal must be caused by some major omissions in the management of slaves by some [Spiritual Demons]!

Other than that.

Thanks to the [Spiritual Interconnection] feature of the [Spiritual Demon] group, the appearance of this incident also spread throughout the entire [Spiritual Demon Empire] in a very short period of time.

It would be a shame to let the [Elder of the Spirit Fell] who ruled here directly.

Became a joke for all compatriots!

That kind of scene is like the farmer, in front of the guests and the boss, after being bullied by his own livestock, let the other party run away.

He couldn't help but be angry!

At this moment, facing the tone of accountability from his immediate boss.

Not far away, the spirit demon also felt sadness in his heart.

Full of helplessness.

A bit of a sloppy answer:

"This... we can't understand..."

"Because, in the past few hundred years, we have been deliberately reducing the materials and knowledge that slaves can access, so that most of the time, their living conditions are not much different from a group of savages..."

"So, logically speaking, they should have no prerequisites for using explosives and spells..."

Faced with such unfounded remarks from him.

[Elder Spirit Fell] After glaring at him violently, he stood up directly from his position.

Walking to the window, looking at the slaves who were still filling the huge holes in the dungeon, he said with a grim look:

"If that's the case, then screen all the remaining slaves in the city!"

"Whether it's using mind reading or forcibly extracting consciousness!"

"Don't let go of any trace, it is bound to find out the truth for me!"

"I must kill those runaway slaves!!"

"If you understand, get out of here!"

The so-called mind-reading techniques and consciousness extraction are extremely crude spells or psionic powers.

A slight error will leave some irreparable effects on the user's brain and consciousness.

Thus becoming a fool or a vegetative person.

Even for the caster, it is not a simple matter, and it has a relatively large burden and side effect.

So, under normal circumstances.

There is basically no need to use those two methods.

After all, with that kind of skill, it would be quicker to kill all the ones who were wrong and not let go.

But right now.

Seeing the attitude of the [Elder of the Spirit Fell] so resolute, his subordinates did not dare to say much.

After all, I can only bite the bullet and nod and say:

"...Yes, my subordinates understand."

Say it.

He immediately turned around and walked out of the room.

I was thinking in anguish, what should I do to be able to screen the more than 100,000 slave population in the dungeon...

It would obviously be an extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive thing to try out the mind-reading techniques and consciousness extraction one by one for the [Spiritual Demons] with a population of only over a thousand.

Afterwards, the slave population of the entire city is bound to be greatly reduced.

It's not impossible to cut the number directly...

And wait for him to leave.

Standing on the window sill, the [Elder Spirit Fell] could no longer contain the anger in his heart.

A wave of majestic psionic fluctuations gushed out like a tide.

Immediately, the surrounding air turned into overlapping ripples.

It made the furniture in the room all rattle!

It was as if a light earthquake had occurred here.

"A bunch of goddamn guys..."

"As slaves, I just make you work eighteen hours a day."

"The brains eaten have always been controlled within the range to keep your population growing."

"But you don't know how to be grateful at all, and you dare to make me lose face in the entire ethnic group, and even make Your Majesty responsible for my ineffectiveness..."

"I have to peel your skins, extract your souls, and burn them with the flames of your soul for a thousand years..."