Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 214 Domination and the Brain

The battle at Blayan City lasted a day and was extremely chaotic. Osborne was unable to obtain specific details and could only deduce them from the general battle situation.

He still doesn't understand the Mind Flayer's purpose, or where those Giszerai came from.

Blayan City won, but the chaos affected all three districts—upper, middle, and lower—with only the lower district remaining unaffected. The losses were far greater than anticipated.

After realizing that escape was hopeless, the Mind Flayers kidnapped civilians and professionals on a large scale, then released them after they were parasitized by Mind Flayer Tadpoles. At the same time, they released a large number of Mind Eaters, causing chaos throughout the city.

No one knows how many mind-eating monsters and parasites are in Blayan City. Everyone is on edge and dares not contact anyone casually.

Anser wasn't surprised; the mind flayers controlled by the mastermind, though seemingly twisted, were actually quite "pure."

They have two main desires in life: domination and the mind!

For them, the death of an individual is not frightening.

"Can you identify those monsters?" Osborne asked, looking at Anser with anticipation.

He considered himself to have many friends, including many spellcasters, but they were either far away or had long since lost their spellcasting abilities. He pondered for a long time but could not find a single spellcaster stronger than Anser.

"Isn't there a temple district in the city? Aren't there any priests or paladins there?" Anser asked, puzzled.

“Yes, but Blayan City is too small, and the major temples are not large in scale, with very few clergy. They can’t take care of the lower city in a short time.” Ospen said helplessly. This kind of thing can’t be delayed.

The temple district is in the upper city. There are many temples there, but ordinary people cannot easily go to the upper city.

It sounds ironic, but that's the reality: with the same faith, the rich and powerful are definitely closer to God.

"Oh, I'll help you!" Anser said sincerely, though he was secretly delighted.

He wasn't gloating; he simply couldn't contain his excitement. If he could capture a few more parasites and imprison them in the Black Tower Prison, he could gain a huge amount of experience in seven days.

It can help friends and safely gain experience, achieving multiple benefits at once.

“You will be a friend of the Caverns forever.” Osborne patted Anser’s hand, smiling broadly, then waved. “Come with me.”

With that, he jumped off the terrace.

Anser glanced down and saw that it was about eight or nine meters high, including the first-floor steps. It was a bit high, but instead of taking the stairs, he put his hands on the railing, leaped gracefully, and landed on the ground with a thud.

I squatted down very deep, the sound was a bit loud, and my legs were slightly numb, but my posture was relaxed and my movements were standard.

"Very smooth, you've obviously practiced." Osborne stood to the side, looking at the shield in his hand with a somewhat confused expression.

Anser extended his index finger, a white-gold light shining from the tip: "I know a little."

"This..." Osborne was overjoyed. A paladin fighting monsters was just what he needed.

“Let’s go.” Anser stepped to his side. “How strong is the Mage Guild?”

“They… are almost in a semi-closed-off state, burying themselves in their research on magic,” Osborne said as he walked.

He has an old friend, a high-ranking mage, who would often bring his students to his place to freeload, but he hasn't come even once in the last few weeks.

“Hmm.” Anser understood them. “Have you had any contact with those Giszerai people? How many of them came, and what's their strength?”

“I glanced at them from afar, and there were about thirty of them, all of them monks, and their strength was quite outstanding. One of the Giszelai people leaped from the roof onto the speeding Nautilus ship and tore off a tentacle in one go…” Osborne said with great enthusiasm, becoming more and more excited as he spoke.

Clearly, the daytime battle had deeply shaken him.

Anser listened intently, his eyes filled with a touch of nostalgia. In fact, he was quite familiar with the profession of monk warrior.

Warrior monks use rigorous combat training and spiritual cultivation to explore the relationship between heaven and man, and to understand the changes within themselves.

They practice martial arts externally and cultivate internal strength. They can run, jump, fight, and withstand attacks, making them all-rounders. Their fighting style and appearance are very different from other professions. They do not wear armor, fight bare-handed, and their movements are as swift as the wind, which is extremely beautiful.

However, the strength gap among the monk warriors is very large.

The weak can only scale walls and rooftops, while the strong are indestructible, without any weaknesses, and can defeat anyone with a punch or two.

The two walked and talked as they descended the mountain, soon entering the lower town. The number of people around them increased; many houses were destroyed, and residents were homeless, resting on the streets, some without even tents.

Anser had already activated his ability to detect good and evil. Upon seeing this, he immediately activated his True Sight Magic Ring, his eyes glowing faintly as he scanned the surrounding crowd.

The view before me was no longer monotonous, but filled with all sorts of colors. One by one, the bright or dim sparks of life were scattered across the earth like starlight, wandering in a sea of ​​magic.

Beside the collapsed shop, a tall, muscular man with a hippopotamus head and a flintlock pistol at his waist huddled in front of the doorway, holding a small hippopotamus-like creature.

The child's skin was dull, but his head was surrounded by a dense, dark purple aura, and psionic threads spread like tentacles all over his body.

“Osborne!” Anser stopped in his tracks, his expression grave, and the elemental orb suddenly hovered above his head.

The halfling understood his tone and his heart sank. He hadn't expected to discover something amiss as soon as he entered the lower city.

He followed Anser's gaze and immediately locked onto the two figures, one tall and one short, and whispered, "Which one?"

“Child, you’ve been parasitized by a mind-devouring monster. Shall we take action?” Anser asked.

This should be the territory of the Jefu people, who are tall and have distinctive hippopotamus heads with short manes on their faces and heads, hence they are also known as hippopotamus people by many.

The Jefian society is organized according to a militarized system. Every Jefian has a military rank and is skilled in the use of firearms and explosives. They are the most famous space mercenaries.

Therefore, they are not to be trifled with. If they act rashly, they may be surrounded and attacked, and the two of them would probably be riddled with bullets.

“They all recognize me and follow my lead,” Osborne said, before walking toward the crowd of Jefs gathered at the street corner.

At the same time, he raised his hand and called out, "Hey, old sergeant, have you eaten yet?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, all twenty or thirty Jeifers around him looked over, including the sleeping man and his child.

The little Jeifer looked up and saw Anser's eyes shining with spiritual light. His expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up.

Anser caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed, a flash of white-gold light that instantly landed on the little Jefman.

Protect yourself from good and evil!

The little Jefman's skull cracked open, and a brain-eating monster sprang out, crashing to the ground with a thud.

To avoid misunderstanding, Anser had no choice but to waste a defensive spell against evil and force the Mind Eater out first.

In fact, a surprise attack is a better way to prevent accidents from happening.

Osborne shouted, "He's been parasitized!"

The other Jefs looked over and almost simultaneously drew their muskets, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Anser couldn't let anyone beat him to it, so he immediately focused on casting a spell.

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"Super Magic: Enhance Instant Spells" + "Fourth Ring - Magic Missiles"!
Six flash missiles materialized instantly, flying from his fingertips and whistling as they struck the fleeing brain-devouring monster, sending it tumbling and scattering its brains everywhere.

[Target dead, gain 455 experience]

'That's so weak!' Anser felt a surge of excitement.

The mind-eating monster that had once posed a challenge to him now appeared so fragile and vulnerable.

On the other side, the burly Jefman knelt on the ground, his face ashen, his hands trembling as he reached out to the brainless child, his lips trembling but unable to utter a word.

Anser sighed and turned his head to the side, only to see more Jeifers running out of the room with weapons in their hands.

The heads of the three individuals were all surrounded by varying degrees of psionic energy fluctuations.

'this……'

(End of this chapter)