Stepping into the biosynthetic room is like opening a door to another world. The cold moisture coming from the pavement penetrates into your neck and makes you scream hysterically deep in your heart. Darkness is just the prologue, madness is only the beginning, everything will perish, and struggle is hopeless. Mortals, struggle, struggle The above content is not felt, but heard. Lesatos squinted at the doorframe that had been enchanted with the Magic Mouth. Every time someone opened the door, he would recite such a nervous line. what is this? "Struggle, struggle" Lesatos fired a dissociation spell to shut it up. Originally, the situation on the door frame made Lesatos not have any expectations for Flamir's biosynthesis. It was probably something that would make people hate him, such as a monkey with eight butts or a rooster without a head. But the actual situation was far beyond imagination. He almost thought he was walking into the laboratory of a crazy conjurer. There are all kinds of creatures here, most of them have tentacles, ferocious mouths or vague faces. Lesatos has never seen similar creatures. It is obvious that these works are not pieced together randomly. The further you look back, the more unified the style becomes. Weirdness, madness, silent howling, extreme violence, this is the impression in Lesatos' heart. When he opened another door, he was really shocked. This was a corridor with compartments on the left and right, and each compartment contained a terrifying creature. The first one on the left, a 30-year-old giant creature stood silently. Its head is covered with a whole bone plate, and its face cannot be seen. Two pairs of extremely long arms split into several small arms from the elbows. The waist below is completely composed of reddish-brown tentacles dripping with mucus without suckers. The overall image creates a sense of distortion. There is a nameplate nailed on the wall of the compartment: Endless Reincarnation—Ulamog. A sense of imminent sight of an ancient evil thing. Lesatos looked at it with a heavy heart, until the tentacles coiled unconsciously, and he was shocked, this thing was actually alive! Is this really what Flamir did? Lesatos put aside his joking mood and carefully observed the monsters in each compartment. The god of blindness and stupidity - Azathoth, the eternal trauma - Emrakul, the black goat of the forest that gave birth to thousands of descendants - Shub Nicholas, the butcher of truth - Kozilek one after another with powerful but unheard names, one after another. Another horrific and grotesque image. What does Flamir want to do? Lesatos wanted to call him back immediately to ask him. But what if it wasn't Flamir? A basin of ice water poured into his heart. He has always had unconditional trust in his butler, because the magic eye is an alchemical creature created by him. Theoretically speaking, the spiritual connection can allow the golden dragon to detect the abnormality of the servant at any time, but nothing is absolute. Perhaps Flamir was inspired by Demogorgon's evil realm in Atas, or maybe he was secretly planted into the mind demon seed by the illithid. While flattering himself, he created terrifying biological weapons under his nose. , giving the golden dragon a fatal blow at the critical moment Thinking of this, Lesatos felt extremely heavy, and his steps became slower and slower, until he saw the most incredible compartment, and he was stunned on the spot like a thunderbolt. The creature on the left side of the nameplate has the prefix "Odrachi", the right side has "Cthulhu", and in the column of Cthulhu, the compartment where the golden dragon stays has "Nayako" written on it. Then an uncontrollable roar roared out: "Why is there a silver-haired five-headed human girl poking her face and looking cute among a bunch of terrifying and ferocious tentacle monsters?" The huge sense of difference made him want to vomit blood. The little girl kept a smile on her face, wearing a white floral sailor uniform, with long silver hair flowing down, and a particularly dull tuft of hair on the top of her head. He couldn't help it any longer, so he rushed in and took a closer look. It turned out that it was a fabricated puppet, and the dragon's claws shattered at the touch of it. Lesatos was breathing heavily. He didn't know why, he was just annoyed. However, he no longer doubted his butler, because neither the illithid nor Demogorgon could imitate such unscrupulous behavior. Angrily, he teleported the first Ulamog he saw out of the demiplane and threw it in front of the Mercer Serpent. "Another one comes out!" The human adventurers were watching with great interest. They noticed the sudden appearance of the giant monster and shouted excitedly. The monster with tentacles on its lower body raised its arms towards the giant snake and snapped it. Then the viewers were shocked because it fell apart. Lesatos slapped him on the face and couldn't bear to look at it. He couldn't believe that he actually had hope for Flamir, and was worried about his rebellion. It would be more reliable to hope that Demogorgon would die on his own. The thing he made was completely fake, and the tentacles of his lower body were scattered all over the floor. On the other hand, his upper body was still strong, and he continued to attack unyieldingly, colliding with the skin of the ink-colored snake, but causing no harm until he was crushed into pieces. "Okay, let's take people back." The old man suddenly found Lesatos standing behind him. He nodded vigorously, who knew whether the snake would rush over again without an opponent. Vibrant and thrillingThe farce of ?? was over, and the adventurers who rushed out of the golden pickaxe like a tide came back in the eyes of the people who were extremely surprised, with proud expressions of knowing the big secret. All day long, pubs and restaurants throughout the city were buzzing with the adventurers' salivating stories. "10, no, 20 Sari has a long body! The mouth is larger than the area of ??the city lord's official residence. Two multi-legged snakes that sprayed lightning were killed at once, and then a more terrifying monster came out and beat them. The world was shaken" People who listened to the story were doubtful and shocked, but after more people told the story, they confirmed the news. That night, the legend of the fierce battle between the giant snake and the demon had spread to two nearby cities. I believe that within a few days, the entire Jinxue River would know about it. The old adventurer sat alone in the corner. Someone paid him to drink and described the scene. He waved his hand and refused, telling them to find someone else. “The reason why he brought people there and back was actually for the current situation. What he brought was actually news. He had just gained some insights. Then with a shiver, Lesatos sat down beside him. "I still don't know what your name is." "Badong, Mr. Hunter." Old man Badong wriggled his lips, feeling very uneasy. What he was sure of was that this terrible man was directing all this, but what he was not sure about was whether he would use evil magic to silence him. "Don't worry, I won't kill you." Lesatos smiled, and Badong shivered again. "Your goal has been achieved, can you let me go?" "What's the hurry? I need you to lead the team tomorrow." "You still want to go?" The old man jumped up directly. The golden pickaxe is shrouded in various emotions. The miners are worried that if the Mercer snake lingers, they will lose everything. The common people and nobles were frightened by the fight between the giant snake and the demon. One-tenth of the city's residents fled with their families that night. Many people were trembling and afraid to sleep at night. They looked north, ready to hide in the cellar when they saw a dark shadow appear. After an uneventful night, the miner with dark circles under his eyes and even the city owner with the golden pickaxe came to the guild and asked for another investigation. Badong had no choice but to set off with half the number of people compared to yesterday, and then watched another battle on the same slope. This time, a giant with an octopus head and ragged wings fought against the Mercer snake. In this way, Lesatos devoted part of his energy to restraining the giant snake in place, and then threw out one of Flamir's ugly synthetic creatures every day. The adventurers took high commissions to watch the magical blockbuster, and then broadcast it live to the citizens when they came back. The news spread like a plague from north to south of Essien. Originally, this kind of supernatural news would be dismissed as rumors by the authorities, but there were so many witnesses that the city owner of Golden Pickaxe even took the risk to go see it once and returned to his official residence shivering. He wrote an emotional report and submitted it to the Essien royal family. Lesatos didn't care how much this shocked Saraf. He arranged for characters to die every day, and emptied Flamir's synthesis room for more than ten days. And spread various rumors, "The giant snake guards the treasures in the mountain", "The demons besiege the giant snake to snatch the artifact" and so on. On the fifteenth day, Badong followed Lesatos silently for a while and said, "You are fishing, right?" Lesatos said, "How can you tell?" "News, rumors. I am also in the mountains after all. After spending half my life fighting with each other, this bait is quite obvious." Lesatos smiled and said nothing. In fact, he was half right. Pretending to besiege the Mercer Serpent, as if killing it would gain something, this scene is indeed bait, but the message sent by the bait is not a trap, but an invitation. When mages who have unclear intentions and remain hostile to each other want to resolve conflicts, it is not in line with the mage style to ask for a duel, so one side will mark an area as an arena for contact. In Lesatos’s mind, Saraf currently has several enemies. First on the list is Drogothos, the dangerous and cunning dracolich. The second one was not the Phantom Illusionist who attacked Arcana Long Song twice. He was the third one. The second one was the illithid Eraduni, a guy whose intentions and principles could change at any time due to the situation. There is also No. 4, but no trace has been revealed so far. This small plane contains three or four mage with nefarious intentions, a psyker, and maybe others who have not yet been discovered. Lesatos was under a lot of pressure. He needs to control the situation as soon as possible, otherwise once the enemy ignores it and fights randomly, even if the place is killed, the golden dragon will be the one to wipe Saraf's butt in the end. "Pay the admission fee, 15 Essien coins." Lesatos and Badong were stopped by a guy dressed as a guard and were stunned. The old man cursed loudly, and Jin Long couldn't help but smile. Human imagination is really unlimited, and the city owner of Golden Pickaxe actually ordered that entry fees be collected on the slope. But that's right. In recent days, many nobles, scholars, and poets have come here to admire the appearance of the giant snake, and they can make a lot of money. After paying the money, Badong scolded the city lord all the way. After spending half a month with the golden dragon, he let Lesatos go when he found out that he was not cruel.Somewhat looser. "Sir, how long will you continue to plan like this? More than half of Golden Pickaxe's business is supported by this mine, and now some people can't afford to eat." The old man said pitifully. "Then it's not your turn to starve, it's just for these two days, no maybe sooner." Lesatos frowned and turned back, looking towards the lower reaches of the Jinxue River, where guests were invited. (To be continued.) (To be continued.)