The moment he saw that brain, Bertleme realized that the development of things might have exceeded his expectations, but the next thing could not allow him to think more. With a dizzy mental shock, all the dark priests at the scene felt that their perception had been briefly confused. The next second, the fully armed and muscular "brain" began to attack the surroundings violently.

The magic cannon made a sharp roar, and swords and spears filled with light and heat waves burst out with arcs and flames. The heavy mechanical warhammer roared and smashed down in the air. Wherever they went, whether it was the wooden limbs or the rock pillars in the cave, they all splashed in debris. The dark priests rushed to organize counterattacks. However, whenever they tried to mobilize more powerful magic, they would feel a stinging pain in their minds. The strong thinking pulses interrupted their spell casting again and again, so that even Bethlem himself could only barely support the barrier for body protection and summon the most basic vines to interfere with the attack of the "brain".

Compared to the uninterrupted mental interference, the huge shock was even more shaking Bethlem's perception at this moment. He watched his followers retreat under the violent brain covered with muscles and waving a lot of heavy weapons. For a moment, he felt that he was experiencing a strange nightmare. A strong thought echoed in his mind. What was this thing?!

"Boom!!"

A loud bang came from nearby, and the wave of air that was rolled up made Bethlem stagger and retreat to the side. His mutated plant-formed body, which had not many human forms, felt severe pain in the air wave. He knew that he was affected by shells. The shock wave created by this magic weapon had penetrated the shield and damaged the biological tissue under his wooden skin. This pain that he had never felt for many years finally made him wake up from the chaos and commanded his followers loudly: "This is a trap! Retreat into the passage!"

Yes, this is a trap. He knew from the beginning that there was a trap here, but he never expected that the real dangerous part of the trap was not the ambush outside but his target itself. He brought enough cannon fodder and used enough caution to flatten all the hostile units in this underground nest. Finally, he even sacrificed the root group assigned by the Grand Priest to himself in the cave to completely block this "final chamber". However, he did not expect that the strongest combat power here... was actually a brain...

He did successfully block the place and blocked himself and his followers with the terrifying monster in front of him.

A whistling sound came from the side, and a huge sense of crisis arose. Bethlem subconsciously supported the shield. The next second he saw the brain waving a huge stalagmite that broke from somewhere with his tentacles and smashing down fiercely. The shield and the stone pillar collided violently, and the magic surge caused Bethlem's dry branches and leaves to break one after another. Along with this violent impact, there was also the powerful spiritual impact released by the brain.

In this spiritual shock, he finally heard the sound of Belltila again. This sound was superimposed with several other sounds, as if it was extended from the Holy Spirit Plain through a series of transit organs of thinking, and finally released through the rough and strong brain in front of him: "Bertleme, I hope you are quite satisfied with my hospitality."

"Beltira!!" Bethleme's eyes were so bitter that he watched one of his followers fainted by the huge rock thrown from his brain, and then was dragged to the depths of the darkness by the vines that suddenly grew out of the nearby cave. The huge frustration and some inexplicable fear made him curse, "You deformed monster, the bad species you raised! What have you created?!"

"It's so humorous to say this from your mouth, my fellow man," Belltila said slowly, while the brain raised its muscle-covered tentacles at the same time, and hit Bethlem's crumbling shield with a heavy hammer. "Don't always attribute your failure to the enemy being too strong, you have to admit that you are a waste. You have come here, but you will still be punished by me."

As soon as the sarcasm in the depths of the spirit finished, a muffled sound broke all the thoughts of Bethlem. The shield he had supported to this day was finally smashed into a dissipated light grain by the heavy hammer. With the sound of breaking through the air, several thick tentacles directly wrapped around his wooden "arm" and several main branches. At this moment, he felt as if he was imprisoned by several steel-filled arms, and forced to pull it into the air. The roots that fought to the ground were also mercilessly pulled off. Finally, he confronted the huge "brain" at a very close distance. At this distance, he could see clearly the slightly undulating biological tissues and gullies and bulges on the surface of the thing.

He suddenly felt a little suspicious that each of the bulges distributed on the surface of the "brain" is actually a solid muscle training.

"I don't admit...I don't admit this failure..." The temporarily imprisoned minister of Darkness struggled with all his might while trying to mobilize his magic power in vain, while working hard in his spirit to fight against the erosion of will from the brain in front of him, "What are you..."

"You have to use your brain to fight, Bertleme," Beltira's voice interrupted him contemptuously, "You are just defeated by my mind."

All the previous attacks and insults caused far less harm than this sentence, Bethlem felt his reason was extremely tense. He stared at the "brain" in front of him, which was almost like a mountain of muscles, and looked at the large number of deadly weapons held by the tentacles below it and the large area around it destroyed by its violent attacks. Huge grief and anger surged in his heart: "You call this brain?!"

"What else?" The brain floating in the air tightened its tentacles. Bethlem felt his branches gradually being stripped off, and Belltila's contemptuous voice rang in his mind slowly. "I have a very strong brain for today, these synthetic brains that are active on the front line even have to do five sets of strength training and four hours of fighting simulation every day..."

Burtlem suddenly fell silent, and after a few seconds he gave up and spoke in resistance: "...it's enough, kill me."

"Don't be so anxious. Your death is not worth much. The 'information' stored in your mind is more meaningful to me. I will patiently peel out your thinking center and then digest and absorb the stored memories little by little. Your followers are already going through this process, but I believe you must know much more secrets than them..."

Burtleme did not respond to the sound in his mind, as if he had really given up resistance completely. The followers he brought were almost defeated by the brain and dragged into the depths of the darkness by the vines growing from the nearby cave. Only the last dark priest was still standing staggeringly on the edge of the cave. Perhaps its value was too insignificant, or perhaps it was that Belltila was focusing all his energy on peeling off the "core" of Bethleme. The only remaining dark priest was not attacked at this moment. He moved his roots carefully in fear, moving little by little towards the exit of the cave, and now he had already escaped to the edge of the exit.

Bethlem's gaze turned to the dark priest, and at the same time, he silently sensed every magic fluctuation released by the brain that was imprisoning him. At a certain moment, he finally seized the opportunity.

"Sandoko!" Bethlem suddenly shouted loudly, calling out the name of the dark priest. His voice broke the calm in the cave and made the dark priest's movements suddenly stop. The latter instinctively felt the danger at the first time, but he still subconsciously turned around because of the habit he had developed for many years of submission. A pair of dark yellow eyes met Bethlem's face that had begun to be gradually torn and dissolved, and met the latter's eyes full of magical light.

"No, Master, please..."

The dark priest's tragic shout came to an abrupt end. The "mark" buried deep in his soul in advance was activated. He felt that his consciousness was instantly transmitted to a body that was about to be torn and unable to move. The vision in front of him was suddenly filled with a "brain" floating in the air. Before the consciousness completely sinks into the darkness, he only saw that his "his own" body began to run wildly towards the exit of the cave.

The next second, the entire underground space was filled with Belltila's cold and angry murderous intent.

The murderous intent surged from behind, as cold as if it was about to completely freeze the air around it. Bethlem pulled his feet in the dark underground cave and ran wildly, constantly giving orders to intercept and pursue the distortions that could be perceived nearby and retained the ability to move around and the dark root system at all costs, until the huge fear gradually faded from his heart, until he began to feel the "life" appearing in his destiny again.

He knew that he had escaped.

The power of that brain is limited to the "cave" covered by a sea of ​​flowers. The distorted bodies and spreading root systems he brought from the wasteland have indeed disintegrated the "enemy" outside the cave. After escaping from the terrible brain, he finally gained "safety" again.

"Sandoko... I will remember you, thank you for your 'dedication'..." Bertleme murmured in a low voice, and said as he ran quickly towards a crack leading to the surface of the perception, "These things of the Eternal Sleeper are useful... Damn, this body is still too weak, I have to find a way to restore my strength later..."

He muttered, on the one hand, he was indeed planning future events, but on the other hand, he was also using this method to relieve the fear and tension in his heart.

At the last moment just now, he used the advanced secret technique he had secretly learned when the End of All Things and the Eternal Midwire Cult and exchanged souls with one of his subordinates. As a cautious and life-threatening person, he had laid the corresponding "soul-stealing mark" deep in the souls of every follower for a long time, but he never expected that this arrangement would come in handy in today's situation.

No matter what, if he survives now, he must start to consider the problems he will face after he survives.

For example... Another shameful, embarrassing, angering failure. In this failure, he not only lost all the staff assigned by the Prime Minister, but also lost a large number of branches in the root network, all his followers, and even...losed his body.

And compared to these losses, what is even more terrifying is that some of his followers were captured alive by the enemy...

He still remembered Belltila's words clearly, and he knew that the dark priests who were captured alive would be the source of intelligence for mortals and that this would be his most terrible sin to date.

"I have to think of a way... The headmaster will not accept this result... attribute the cause of failure to a subordinate? No, it's too clumsy... I'll find a way to make up a 'achieve' that can be defeated? No, it may be seen through... Damn, that damn crazy woman, if it weren't for her..."

Bethlem said viciously, a ray of light had appeared at the end of his vision. He looked down at his "arms" through this light, and saw the strange bark and lines of tree, which gave him a new idea: "Wait, I don't have to face the anger of the Grand Priest directly... The fault was committed by Bethlem, I can be Sandoko... an ordinary priest who obeyed faithfully and fought to the death, but in the end he was dragged down by an incompetent superior. Yes, that's it... I escaped desperately and brought out important information. Bethlem failed, but an ordinary priest who survived the battle after a strong battle did not have to bear the anger of the Grand Priest..."

A false sense of peace of mind came to my mind. Bethlem felt as if he had escaped the unannounced punishment, and began to conceive on this basis how to restore his strength as soon as possible and climb back to the position of "Chairman" as soon as possible. As for "revenge"... he has now completely dispelled this unrealistic idea.

That crazy "Ancient Saint"... She is not something she can deal with at all, so let other dark ministers find a way. He wants to be far away from the entire northern battlefield. If possible, it is best to be transferred to the southern battlefield...

At this moment, the light coming from the front interrupted the dark priest's random thoughts.

The underground passage finally came to an end, and he... returned to the surface.

The unbright sunlight shone from the sky, and the flow of the air flow from the surface of the world blew the branches and leaves of the new body of Bethlem. He was stunned for a moment, and a belated joy just came to his heart.

"Ah... I'm lucky after all..."

He sighed softly, walked out of a cave connecting the surface and the underground. The cold wind blew on his bark, and he felt the cold air around him and the feeling of freedom and safety.

After a while, he slowly calmed down and began to look at the surrounding environment and fled in a panic. He urgently needed to understand where he was currently.

Then, he was surprised to see a small hill, which stood against the background of the morning glittering sky, and another strange-style mansion was located on the top of the hill.

A tall woman pushed open the door of the mansion and walked out, staring quietly at Bethlem, who was standing on the flat ground with a little curiosity. After a moment, she smiled, and some luminous structures that looked like rune rings flashed by her side, as if some kind of restraint was lifted, and her figure suddenly appeared blurry, mysterious, and majestic.

She smiled and spread her arms.

At this moment, Bethlem saw endless starlight, endless colors, endless light, and endless truth and mystery.

His eyes began to be filled with fear and madness.

Every eye that was constantly opening on every branch was filled with fear and madness.
Chapter completed!