Chapter 1345： Life is always ups and downs (1/2)

As soon as he saw that brain, Bertram realized that the development of things may have exceeded his expectations. However, the next thing could not tolerate him to do more thinking. With a dizzying mental shock, the scene All the dark priests felt a brief confusion in their perceptions, and the next second, the heavily armed and muscular "brain" began to violently attack the surrounding area.

The magic cannon issued a sharp whistling, swords and spears filled with electric light and heat wave shot arcs and flames outwards, heavy mechanical warhammers whizzed down in the air, whether it was woody limbs or caves wherever it went. All the rock pillars of smashed into fragments, and the dark priests hurriedly tried to organize a counterattack. However, whenever they tried to mobilize more powerful magic power, they would feel a sting in the spirit, and the strong thought pulse interrupted time and time again. They cast spells so that even Bertram himself could barely support the barrier used for body protection and summon the most basic vines to interfere with that "brain" attack.

Compared with the constant mental interference, the great consternation shakes Bertram’s cognition even more at this moment. He watched his followers wield a lot of heavy weapons and muscles. The violent brain attack retreated steadily, and for a moment he felt that he was experiencing a weird nightmare. A strong idea reverberated in his mind. What is this thing? !

"Boom!"

A loud noise came from nearby, and the ensuing air wave caused Bertram to stagger and retreat. His mutated, plant-formed body without much human form felt severe pain in the air wave. Knowing that he was affected by the cannonball and the shock wave created by this magic weapon had penetrated the shield and damaged the biological tissues under his wooden skin. This pain, which he had not felt for many years, finally made him wake up from the chaos and shouted loudly. Directing his followers: "This is a trap! Retreat to the passage!"

Yes, this is a trap. He knew from the beginning that there was a trap here, but he never expected that the really dangerous part of this trap was not the ambushes outside but the target itself. He brought enough cannon fodder, used enough caution to flatten all the hostile units in this underground lair, and finally even sacrificed the part of the root group assigned to him by the Grand Master in the cave to completely Blocking this "final chamber", but I didn't expect that the most powerful one here... turned out to be a brain...

He did successfully seal off here, sealing himself and his followers with this terrible monster in front of him.

There was a whistling sound from the side, and a huge sense of crisis rose up, Bertram subconsciously propped up the shield, and in the next second he saw the brain waving a huge stalagmite that was broken from nowhere with its tentacles. As it slammed down here, the shield and the stone pillars collided fiercely, and the magical surge caused by the surging of Bertram’s dry branches and leaves one after another, and along with this violent impact, there was also the release of the brain. Powerful mental shock.

In this mental shock, he finally heard Bertila’s voice again. This voice was superimposed on several other voices, as if it was extending from the plain of the Holy Spirit through a series of thought transfer organs all the way to here, and finally passed through the one in front of him. A rough and strong brain was released: "Bertlem, I hope you are satisfied with my hospitality."

"Bertila!" Burtlem's eyes were cracked, he watched as one of his followers was stunned by the boulder thrown by the brain, and then dragged into the darkness by the vines that suddenly grew in the nearby cave. At this point, a huge sense of frustration and some inexplicable fear made him yell, "You freak, you bitch! What did you make?!"

"It's really humorous to say this from your mouth, my countryman," Bertila said unhurriedly, while the brain raised its muscled tentacles high at the same time, using a heavy warhammer. Beating on Bertram's shaky shield, "Don't always attribute your failure to the enemy's being too strong. You have to admit that you are a trash. You have come here, but I still want to be killed by me."

The sarcasm in the depths of the spirit just fell, and a muffled sound interrupted all of Bertram’s thoughts. The shield he had supported so far was finally smashed by that heavy warhammer into particles of light that dissipated in the sky. There were several breaking sounds, and several thick tentacles directly entangled his woody "arm" and several main branches. At this moment, he felt as if he was confined by several steel-poured arms. He was forcibly pulled into the air, and the roots desperately grasping the ground were also pulled off mercilessly. Eventually, he confronted the huge "brain" at a very close distance, and at this distance he could see it clearly. The slightly undulating biological tissues and ravines and bulges on the east and west surfaces.

He suddenly suspected that each of the bumps distributed on the surface of the "brain" was actually a solid muscle.

"I don't admit...I don't admit this failure..." The temporarily imprisoned Dark Master struggled with all his strength while trying in vain to mobilize magic, and at the same time, working deep in his spirit to resist the erosion of the will transmitted from the brain in front of him , "What are you..."

"You use your brain to fight, Bertram," Bertila's voice interrupted him contemptuously, "You are only defeated by my mind."

All the previous attacks and insults caused much less damage than this sentence. Bertram instantly felt that his sanity was tightened to the extreme. He stared at the "brain" that was almost like a muscle mountain in front of him. A large number of deadly weapons held by its wrists below it and a large area around it destroyed by its violent attacks, great grief and anger surged into my heart: "Do you call this a brain?!"

"Otherwise?" The brain floating in the air tightened its wrists, Berthlem felt that his branches were gradually being peeled off, and Bertila's contemptuous voice sounded in his mind unhurriedly." I have a very powerful brain. For today, these synthetic brains that are active on the front line even do five sets of strength training and four hours of fighting simulation every day..."

Bertlem suddenly fell silent, and a few seconds later, he gave up resisting and said: "...enough, you kill me."

"Don't worry, your death is of little value. 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 memory stored in you a little bit. Those followers are already going through this process, but I believe you must know more secrets than them..."

Bertram did not respond to the voice that came in his mind, as if he had really given up resistance completely, and the followers he brought were almost defeated by that brain at this moment, and grew out of the nearby cave. The vines dragged into the depths of darkness, and only the last dark priest stood staggeringly on the edge of the cave. Perhaps its value was too insignificant, or Berthila was devoting all his energy to stripping Bertram.” On the core, the only remaining dark priest was not attacked at this moment. He moved his roots cautiously in panic, moving towards the exit of the cave little by little, and had already fled to the edge of the exit at this moment.

Bertlem's gaze shifted to the dark priest, and at the same time, he silently sensed every trace of magic power released by the brain that was imprisoning him. At a certain moment, he finally caught the opportunity.

"Sandoc!" Bertram suddenly shouted, yelling the name of the dark priest. His voice broke the calm in the cave and stopped the dark priest's movements abruptly. The latter was the first. Time instinctively felt the danger, but the habit he had cultivated for years of clothing turned his head back subconsciously. A pair of dark yellow eyes met Bertram’s face that had begun to be torn and dissolved. The eyes are filled with magical brilliance.

"No, headmaster, please..."

The tragic cry of the dark priest came to an abrupt end, and the "mark" buried deep in his soul was activated. He felt that his consciousness was instantly transmitted to a body that was about to be torn and unable to move, and the vision in front of him was also abrupt. He was flooded with a "brain" floating in the air, and before his consciousness sank completely into the darkness, he only saw his "own" body starting to rush towards the exit of the cave.

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

The killing intent rushed from behind, as if it were freezing the surrounding air completely, Bertram ran wildly in the dark underground cavern, constantly keeping track of what he could perceive nearby and still retain his ability to move. His aberrations and dark roots gave orders to intercept the pursuit at all costs, until the huge fear gradually faded from his heart, until he began to feel "vibrancy" appearing in his destiny again.