My players are so fierce

Chapter 1259 1257. One-day trip to Baiya

Today, Murphy, who has grown into a real big man, feels that there are few things on this continent that can surprise him. After all, he can chat and laugh with the gods and intrigue with the shadow of chaos. In addition, a group of foreigners' crazy activities have tempered Murphy's nerves to be extremely tough.

He felt that he could laugh at everything in this world, but the world gave a big slap in the face to the overconfident creator god.

When a mind flayer that was always recorded in various fantasy stories and could occupy a very good position in the "Ranking of the Masterminds Behind the Scenes" really appeared in front of him, Murphy still strongly felt the disparity of the world and what kind of cruel things the creator would do when he was occasionally offline.

[Data deleted] That madman actually released a mind flayer elder on a planet that was set up as a "civilized habitat" by Him!

Damn!

How big of a heart does it take to do such a thing?

If you have nothing to do, you might as well bite a lighter in front of the Chaos Shadows, and maybe you can get the unanimous applause of the Warp Shadows.

When Sim, the "Undead" who no longer concealed his true face, made a "sincere" invitation to Murphy, the Vampire Governor hesitated for a rare moment. As he said, it is hard to say which place is more dangerous, the White Cliff set as a trap by Dusk or the White Cliff as the lair of the Mind Flayer Elder.

At least the former can be dealt with by the God's Scepter, and the latter.

Although it can also be razed to the ground, the premise is that Murphy can preserve his mind under the mental attack of a group of Mind Flayers.

His perception, which was raised to 50 points, was frantically alarming him to stay away from the dangerous creatures in front of him. When Sim did not close his mind and allowed Murphy to spy with the language of the mind, the Vampire Governor found that the mental world of the guy in front of him was like an abyss without light, and his little mental power was integrated into it, just like being thrown into a muddy swamp and unable to move.

It is indeed the legendary "psychic creature".

"Before I answer whether I want to go to White Cliff with you, I must confirm one thing first."

Murphy blinked and asked:

"How many psionicists in the Ring Tower have you implanted the infamous Mind Flayer Tadpole?"

"Well, in the name of defending against Chaos infiltration, sir, all members of the Pure Faction must go through this "trial", and the towers and walls forged from the connection of the mind can allow us to ignore any interference and impact brought by the power of Chaos in the material world."

Sim did not hide it, it said very frankly:

"Therefore, I can tell you that all the psionicists currently active in White Cliff have implanted the infamous Mind Flayer Tadpole in their minds. All of them are protected by the power of the Mind Flayer.

But don't worry, the Mind Flayer tadpoles I use have been "modified". They will not actively transform the life form of the host until they lose their physical life and face death. I will give them a choice that is destined to be very difficult.

Here, my tribe will also reproduce in this civilized habitat planned by the Creator, just like the civilization of other interstellar refugees.

Of course!

You don't have to worry that the Mind Flayer tribe will interfere with the reproduction of other species. As I said before, I have been "modified" by the Creator, so the "country" established by me must also follow your will and adhere to the Al The precepts of the law and become part of the world in the future.

We are one of the pillars of the defenders hidden in the shadows of the world, not mindless destroyers and polluters. ”

“Ah, this answer really makes me feel at ease, especially when it comes from the mouth of a mind flayer elder.”

Murphy sarcastically complained:

“It seems that Chaos has put a lot of pressure on you, sir. You have been standing in front of me for so long without trying to control my mind, and you haven’t even played tricks to influence thinking and change your mind. After all, this is against the nature of the mind flayer.

I even felt the ‘sincerity’ from it.

Okay, then let’s go to White Cliff.

But I have to remind you in advance that for my personal safety, the God's Scepter is already in the firing state. If I encounter any threat in your territory, then... you see, I will always find a way to escape before it is razed to the ground.

But I don't think you can avoid the aiming and killing of the law of cause and effect.

Therefore, for your safety, I suggest you don't have any bad thoughts. "

"It's really prudent and cautious. I can fully understand the benefits of controlling a creator god, but please believe me, I won't risk the extinction of my race to do this at this moment."

Sim's cold and uncomfortable octopus face didn't have much expression.

It picked up its golden mask again and put it on its face. With the re-application of the mind illusion, it turned back to its previous skinny and almost undead body. It waved the bone staff and let the three psychic masters outside the door enter the bridge again.

And with their joint casting, an obviously corrected and strengthened portal was opened here. Murphy could see the scenery of the towers of the white cliffs along the reflected light curtain.

Sim stepped into the portal first, and Murphy followed after straightening his clothes and refused to let Adele accompany him.

He was sure that he could resist the mind flayer's mental interference, but Adele might be implanted with some unnecessary thoughts. At this time, it was better not to let the person next to him take risks.

But when Murphy stepped into the portal, he glanced at Granny Bach and asked in the language of the heart:

"Do you really know what that thing in your head that claims to be protecting your sanity means?"

"I know, Murphy."

Little Granny Bach responded in her heart with a smile:

"When I decided to join the Pure Ones faction, Lord Xim showed me his true form and explained to me the risks of it all. I know it sounds crazy, but in order to gain an advantage in the fight against Chaos , we must make sacrifices.

Especially after the tragedies in Cadman City and Port Chardeau.”

"But the question is, are you really sure that your dedication and fearless mind are the conclusions you draw from your own thinking?"

Murphy sighed and said:

"When facing the Mind Flayer, any thought that comes to your mind may be a trick played by the other party. They are the masters of the mind. In this field, even the methods used by the all-pervasive Chaos appear to them. All too crude and unskilled.

But now, your future is sealed. "

"Murphy, I don't want to be a deserter, and the thing in my head is a weapon. I don't care what the future ends with. You know, my father turned himself into a monster, and I don't want to let him go crazy again." polluting the world.

I had to sacrifice something to stop him.

Fortunately, I've lived most of a reasonably fulfilling life before I made the hard choices. "

Little Granny Bach stretched out her hand and pushed Murphy's waist, she said:

"Don't worry about me. Go and get what the Creator left for you."

"Well, then I can only wish you good luck."

Murphy nodded, stepped across the portal, and stepped into the territory of Baiya with a slight sense of weightlessness amidst the twinkling of the astral scenery. Sim was waiting for him in front. Murphy knew from the latter's calm posture. , The conversation I just had with Granny Bach was not hidden from the mind flayer elder.

Since the mind flayer tadpoles in the minds of psychic masters were implanted by this guy himself, he has the power to spy on and control them.

Perhaps with just an idea or a spell, the foreign objects in the minds of psionicists will grow at an extremely fast speed, eating and infecting the other party's brain until the latter is "reborn" and becomes a mind flayer like Sim.

This is what they use to reproduce.

Just as vampires thrive at the expense of the reproduction of other races, the reproduction of mind flayers is obviously more vicious and painful, and they are inherently unloved and undependable by any sane person.

"Please follow me, Your Excellency. The Grand Dean has been waiting for a long time."

Sim made a "please" gesture, and then, lifted and pushed by the powerful psychic power, he rose into the wind and flew in the air with a "light" posture, while Murphy spread his wings and followed behind him. Travel forward in the mysterious half-plane of White Cliff mentioned in various stories and legends.

The area of ​​​​this place is not large.

It is at most the size of a small city. In addition to the towns where apprentices and ordinary psychic masters live, the most notable feature of this demiplane is the mage towers of different shapes that exist everywhere, large and small, and occupy half of the demiplane. Different areas of the plane have different functions and responsibilities.

Among these mage towers of different styles, the most eye-catching ones are the six ancient towers surrounding the edge of the demiplane. They are classic Creator-style energy towers, but they have been placed outside by psionic masters. Re-embellished with masonry and other materials to more closely match the look of a psionicist on this continent.

One of the common misunderstandings about the Tower of Rings is that they always think that the Tower of Rings is simply a psychic organization composed of three caster factions: evocation, manipulation and purification. But in fact, the main tower standing inside the Tower of Rings is There are six towers in total.

In addition to the three caster factions responsible for daily education and presiding over battles, there is also the Teaching Tower hosted by the undead Sim himself, the Forbidden Tower that stores various forbidden items and often cooperated with the Gray Knights in the past, and the Forbidden Tower that is responsible for the entire The logistics tower for daily operations and material management of the Ring Tower.

Every tower has a tower owner.

Each tower master is a genuine psychic master, and the six tower masters together form the leadership of the Ring Tower. Above them there is a mysterious "Grand Dean" who is responsible for goal customization and plan advancement.

This is the middle and upper structure of the Ring Tower.

According to the descriptions of "Dragon Flame" Lina, the former tower master of the Evocation Tower, and Old Flynn, the former edge psychic master of the Ring Tower who currently works at the R-9 base, the middle and lower levels of the Ring Tower are centered around six towers. Various small and medium-sized factions are constantly extending and intertwined to form a complex organizational network.

Being able to have a mage tower of your own in the Baiya territory, even if it is just a low-end three-story tower, is undoubtedly a "symbol of identity and knowledge" in this circle.

At its peak, the number of registered psionicists in the Tower of the Ring exceeded 30,000, and the circle it could influence included almost all spellcasters in the entire Old World. It is said that even the Eternal Rift and distant Callum There are "offices" of the Ring Tower in ancient countries.

This is undoubtedly a behemoth.

It once adhered to neutrality and did not interfere too much in outside politics and people's livelihood, earning the Ring Tower the nickname "Defender of Humanity".

But unfortunately, during the Fourth Black Disaster, Plinio Meredin, the master of the Tower of Purification at the time, risked his own life to locate the Bone-Gripping King, triggering a solar bombardment that completely ended the war that spread over half of the continent. The feat seems to be the final glory of the Ring Tower, an ancient organization that has existed for more than five hundred years.

After that, the Ring Tower frequently made various bad decisions on the mainland.

It gave up its neutrality and instead assisted the Sealanders in completing the conquest of Greene Island and was closely bound to the new Kingdom of Plantagenet. It also participated in King Louis' Ten Years' War against the Old Faith in a very active manner.

It seems that over the past hundred years, an organization that once worked hard for the benefit of humanity degenerated overnight into an association of power-seeking thugs, until they were revealed to be in cahoots with the Twilight Cultists, and a horrific rebellion broke out within them, culminating in Pain's death. The Lord and the Greene Legion ordered by King Louis jointly strangled and were killed into the White Cliff Headquarters.

Murphy didn't know much about the specific process of that war.

But what he knew very well was that before the decisive battle against the Lord of Hunting, the number of registered psionicists in the Tower of Rings had dropped from 30,000 in its heyday to just over 3,000 now.

This was no longer a broken muscle, this was a fist that broke the backbone of the Ring Tower, reducing a super psychic organization to a second-rate force on the mainland. It was the Immortal Sim and his "Pure Ones" faction who turned the tide at the critical moment, leaving the last trace of vitality to this ancient organization.

However, their past heritage is still there. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Just by looking at this operation to support Gramamo Island, you can tell that these psychic masters are still capable of fighting.

Murphy spread his wings and flew over the white cliff. He looked at the lively town below. He could see some psionic masters carrying scrolls walking back and forth, as well as students hurriedly riding magic machines. Blanket travels to different towers for classes.

If you don't take into account the traces of war around the town that have not been completely cleaned up, this place looks like a branch of Hogwarts Academy in another world.

Especially those members wearing pointed hats and robes, it really feels like they have strayed into the magical world.

It is not difficult to judge from the activities of these guys below that even in the current "low period" of the Ring Tower, the teaching work of this organization has not stopped.

Well, probably under Sim's leadership, the Tower of Rings began to "retrace its origins." This place was originally a psychic institution famous for education and inheritance, and they are also returning to their identity as a training base for psychic masters.

"I'm very curious. You just said that you have recovered your past memories."

Murphy withdrew his gaze from the scenery below and asked:

"So, what specific area of ​​work were you responsible for when you were serving in Eden District? Lord Paying told me that he didn't have much interaction with you at that time."

"Wrong! A thousand years ago, Pa Ying and I were good comrades who worked closely together."

Sim replied casually:

"At that time, I participated in almost all covert operations in Eden District. The Eden District Management Committee needed my psychic powers to perform some shady tasks for them. It was only for Eden District that was issued by the parliament. There are no less than seventeen times of memory erasure actions by members in my memory.

In the so-called 'Golden Age', all kinds of dirty things happened one after another. In this case, the existence of a friendly mind flayer who could play with memories and hearts at will became very important.

I know what you want to ask, Your Majesty the Chosen One.

The memory clearing function that comes with the Beta program was completed by myself. Unfortunately, I was probably too involved in it at the time, which caused the thing to affect me when it was activated. It was not until the Grand Dean was activated for the first time a hundred years ago. I relied on the mind flayer's ability to retrieve those erased memories.

Then I discovered a terrible truth.

When I set up the amnestic module for the beta program, I left a backdoor in it so that it wouldn't affect me, but someone tampered with it!

You can probably guess who did that, the leader of the secret department, the bastard who used my power to delete everyone's memories of him and turned himself into a non-existent guy.

Secret Councilor Steiner! "

Having said this, Immortal Sim shook his head. He glanced at Murphy and said:

"But the good news is that Steiner is dead. After I recovered my memory, I used the great dean's excellent computing power to search in secret. I confirmed that the guy died in an accident, and his life signal was counting. It was extinguished a hundred years ago.

The bad news, however, is that he completed his transformation before he died.

It was a chaotic ghost that did not need a physical body to exist. His warp master gave him some strange powers. The culprit was hiding in a certain body and weaving the twilight hour that his master longed to see.

So I will remind you, Mr. Murphy.

Be wary of every stranger you meet or those close to you, there may be a ghost named ‘Steiner’ peering at you in their shadow. "