What do people who believe in the Mind Flayer want?
Why do they believe in a ghost story and a terrifying monster that will burst out from the darkness from time to time?
Strength, and a psychopathic pursuit of beauty.
This is the disturbing and uncomfortable answer.
In the long journey of life on earth, people who believe in Satan or other dark Gothic cultures often appear, and the dark believers in Utopia are roughly the enhanced and crazy version of this kind of Gothic will-o'-the-wisp boy.
This is even more terrifying in Utopia, because here, the more insane you are, the more likely you are to gain power.
…
Rabbit Office.
She was wearing a white coat, a one-piece skirt sweater and black glossy pantyhose dressed like a doctor in the outside world. She was holding a notebook in her hand and looked at Cursed Blade and Mihira who were sitting opposite her.
"You're making money without me?"
Her tone seemed to be saying: Kaiyin didn't even call me at the party, right?
Mihaila smiled sweetly.
Accompanying this sweet smile are gentle and considerate words: "Delivering any order for compiling the secret code to you is naturally a way to make you rich, and it is also a kind of trust. How can an article be the most dazzling? Of course, it must be the first to win.
Only in this way can the human eye shine. And my dear, you are the first step in this shining."
"..."
The rabbit looked at the two of them with a softer expression.
She asked: "Then why are you here? Supervise my work?"
"I promise that Mihayla and I have no intention of doing this. I just need to talk to you about Gwen."
Curse Blade said politely.
Then he suddenly roared: "You can't just borrow his gold coins!"
"Meow meow!"
The rabbit jumped up in fright, then covered his chest and glared: "I didn't borrow it!"
"Do you need me to help you recall that after you got your salary this week, you only planned to repay Gwen half of the money first?"
"Meow meow!"
"You can say that you want to pay back the money, you can say that you want to pay in installments, but you'd better pay attention these days... repay as soon as you have money!"
Curse Blade is 100% serious. Gwen's dragon nature has become stronger and stronger recently, and she has recently evolved to the point where she can take away all the treasures from punished criminals without warning. The original Gwen was not
She would have to remind her to care about this, but now... Hey, I even want to pull out other people's gold teeth!
nature……
The earlier the debt is paid off, the better.
Curse Blade doesn't want to see his friends quarreling or even fighting each other.
"Is it that serious? Do you need to make a special trip?"
"It's just that serious. Oh, by the way, there's one more thing."
Cursed Blade looked at the rabbit with an expression of 'I knew it already' and shrugged: "I want you to design a spell and use the deception power to create a one-way receiving long-distance channel."
"oh?"
"I believe you will know what we want to do when you see us asking you to get a fake Mind Flayer Codex."
"Meow meow, it's not fake!"
The rabbit said noisily, "Gwen is not the Mind Flayer. You have Mind Flayers and followers. That is more real than the Mind Flayer Cult!"
"It really is."
"By the way, have you read today's newspaper?" Rabbit asked.
"Um?"
"The woman named Moti gave Long Yan another severe beating and denounced him as the leader of the fat-headed fellow villagers, an unfaithful, unjust, unkind and unfilial person..."
Curseblade opened his mouth.
Mihayla's expression didn't look much better and she murmured:
"Is she really not afraid at all?"
…
The Cassinti is a mineral train. The source magnetic field generated by its operation absorbs mineral factors in the universe and parallel worlds, thereby continuously generating mineral crystals in the six-layer mine tunnel inside the train. It is 'as long as it runs, it can produce minerals'
The train is a vehicle that even Cat Lantern would envy and want to steal.
Gwen stayed outside the Cassinti's Shaft Six.
There was a corpse-eating incident here, or in other words, a long-term corpse-eating incident. As a result, three weakened Wendigos were born, a kind of powerful ghoul. Originally, this matter should have been solved by Long Yan sending personal guards, but the association
He believed that the birth of three weakened Wendigos at once must be related to some kind of cursed relic, so he entrusted Longyan and Gwen to recover them.
The tactic was originally:
Gwen went down to attract attention, while Long Yan carefully avoided the explosives in the mine and entered the lower level to search for the cursed relics.
The two have gradually developed a tacit understanding of their cooperation, and it is not difficult to complete this cooperation.
It's just...
Rumble, rumble——
A terrifying heat wave came from the mine. Gwen rolled his eyes, his pupils turned into fiery pupils, and his power continued to pour out, swallowing up the heat wave. At the same time, he maintained the [Concealment Barrier] in the witch's spell (2077 latest version)
!)], ensuring that the information about Heat Wave and Long Yan here is not leaked.
"He's very angry."
Gwen looked at the mine in a daze, then picked up the newspaper in her hand.
"But forget it, I need to vent."
The headline on the newspaper was "Indulging in weird stories? Counting Long Yan's sins in detail".
…
Indulging in weird talk is unkind.
Being close to the religious order is disloyal.
Staying away from old relatives is unfilial.
Not treating others with your true face is considered dishonest.
The biggest mole on the Fellowship, the biggest sponsor of ghost stories, is naturally the commander Long Yan...
…
Miss Morty is really not afraid of death.
Every sentence pokes the lungs of Longyan.
If it's just scolding, it's okay. Everyone will scold. Anyway, it's a greeting related to the other person's relatives. But there are very few people like Morty who use verbal violence to an artistic level. Indulging in weird talk is unkind. This sentence
It didn't really matter at first, but the point is that Long Yan had a friend who died in the raging monsters, and he had a soldier killed by monsters for many years. It can be said to be double damage.
As for getting close to the religious group, there is no other way. Although the train captain of the Fellow train is at the urban level, the prosperity is at the urban level, and the population is at the urban level, the size of the train is still at the urban level... Overpopulation, lack of resources, and huge consumption.
If he didn't rely on the continuous blood transfusions of the two major religious groups, I'm afraid Long Yan would have to rob him (I suspect it was because of this that the two major religious groups sponsored the Fellowship).
Also stay away from your old relatives, this is also because your old relatives are from the Eight Banners, and your ancestors followed Long Yan's ancestors to fight for the country... The battles to be fought and the hardships to be endured have already been fought and eaten with you when Amma entered the customs!
Long Yan didn't have the habit of recognizing his millionaire father, so it was normal for him to stay away from his old relatives.
The last one is not treating people with their true face...
Anyway, Long Yan was said to have suffered severe burns, so this could be regarded as poking the lung tube.
…
But Long Yan is really a good person... Gwen put down the newspaper and looked towards the mine.
Even if you are so angry, you are just venting on the monster.
…
Three weakened Wendigo heads were thrown out of the depths of the mine in a swirling motion.
The huge and sharp antlers of the stag sliced the dirt.
There were some burn marks on the broken neck where black blood was flowing.
Then--
boom!
The hand wrapped in crimson armor stretched out from the mine, and Long Yan climbed up slightly embarrassed.
Today he is particularly positive: "There is nothing, no cursed relics, no dark crystals... It's just a small probability event. Mine No. 6 will be put back into use soon. Our mission is completed, we need to find those wastes."
The mediocrity of our time demands reward and compensation.”
Gwen glanced at the weakened Wendigo on the ground.
"Is it very powerful? This kind of creature."
"Very strong, with high agility, strong strength, and the power of black magic, as well as a terrifying curse called winter fever...it makes people go crazy to find the same kind and eat them. After the victim has eaten another
After being victimized, he will be trapped in endless running until his legs are broken and fall off, and he will have the ability to fly. Finally, he will transform into it and become a new unknown species of Wendigo."
"Do Utopians need winter fever to eat their own kind?"
"..."
Long Yan leaned on his sword and clapped his hands: "Yeah, shit, you're right, just eating the same kind of people is not crazy in Utopia. The real madness is to find a kindred spirit that is far better than oneself and ridicule them.
She was so crazy that she thought the other party wouldn't touch her."
Gwen put the newspaper away.
"But you will let her go in the end. At most, you will suddenly appear in her sight and scare this person."
"With endless force, you are not a violent person, and you are not willing to violate your own laws. At most, you will sentence her to defamation, but she will definitely argue for it...'defamation' and 'the truth in my opinion' will become her
Excuses, shields, and spears, in turn, will pierce the heart of you, a thug unwilling to abuse violence."
Long Yan stopped and turned his head.
He said in a calm but surprised tone: "Will transforming into a dragon really significantly increase IQ?"
"Honey, don't ask stupid questions like this."
"Why?"
Gwen rolled her eyes, "Both Curse Blade and Spark have asked."
His dragon tail swept the ground impatiently.
Long Yan was stunned for a moment, and then burst into hearty laughter.
"You can imagine the suspicious look in that Squirrel Girl's eyes, but you are indeed an interesting person. Will your dragon nature change so much?"
"Is it the same as you who have changed a lot?"
Long Yan was silent for a moment:
"My transformation is no less than that of a dragon, if you want to put it that way. If I'm not mistaken, you didn't have any opinions or advice on my past before, right?"
"It didn't happen in the past, doesn't mean it doesn't happen now. I think we are a little familiar?"
"yes."
"Then, isn't it appropriate to learn about each other's past?"
"Sukka, I am the commander of the car. If you exchange your secret for mine, I will definitely lose."
After Long Yan finished speaking, he picked up the sword and left.
It seems that it will take more time to get into his heart. Gwen heard the guards around this person say that when something happens, Long Yan is both weaker and stronger than imagined. This contradiction stems from
Since he is willing to accept any challenge, including 'expired family redemption coupons', when he is in pain, this clear pain will give him stronger source feedback.
In terms of game mechanics, it is ‘violent form’.
"You won't lose."
Gwen shouted from behind, the dragon's tail swishing along, "You can exchange for your sincerity, a bottle of strong wine, and my kind service of naming and winning hearts, guaranteed to be point-to-point, end-to-end, short and flat. Go to the center quickly."
For example, if it’s not convenient for you to help me, Miss Morty, I can give you a little help."
Kidding.
Gwen was relieved to see that Long Yan didn't even look back.
"Sokka, no need."
"I'm glad to see you don't have to."
"Suka."
…
Society of Explorers.
Long Yan lost his temper in a rare moment, threw the photo of the Wendigo taken with the Polaroid camera on the table, and growled in a low voice at Victor Claire Latinkinosmirnov:
"Next time you waste my time, I'll shave off your beard and stuff it into your bladder."
Then he roared and sprayed Serena:
"If you don't like this goatee, I'll let you eat his beard!"
"No, no, no..." Goatee pinched his beard and said in surprise, "...how can a person stuff beard into his bladder and eat the beard at the same time?"
Even Long Yan was very angry at this.
"Can you guess the order?"
"Oh, boss, next time I guarantee it will be 100% correct information. I swear on Serena's underwear."
Long Yan left angrily.
Serena skillfully hung the goatee on the antlers on the wall using the "Hannibal American TV series standard ironic shrike" move. She watched the antlers disembowel the goatee, and the beast was still alive and kicking.
He asked gloomily:
"He's a little... he's a little out of sorts today."
"What days are there every month?"
"That's alright, Arthur, he's not one of you."
Serena suddenly became alert: "What do you mean by 'you'? And are you planning to assume Long Yan's gender?"
This punch did not have fifty years of skill, Gwen didn't believe it.
He hugged the dragon's tail and sat comfortably on the big sofa, and asked:
"How is Long Yan's usual mood?"
The hung goatee pondered.
"Seriously, if you tell him about barbecue, he will say that the fellow villagers are miserable because there are no livestock farms; if you tell him about desserts, he will say that the fellow villagers are miserable because there are no sugar factories."
"Really?"
"It depends on how you define it...that's strange. Why do I feel like my thinking is a bit dull?"
"Well……"
"Ouch, there's a little, uh...a little bit of uh-huh."
"Is there a possibility that you are bleeding and losing too much blood?"
"doctor!"
…
The goatee was put down by the masked girl doll nicknamed "Doctor"...Sister Demi, and she was given three injections.
One shot to strengthen the heart, one shot to excite, and one shot to make you happy.
He was a highly trained doctor during World War I.
Gwen looked at it and felt that Goat Beard was still alive, largely because of its excellent source of power.
After Demi took the injection, she said slowly and in a lazy voice: "Selena, you can't hang Victor on an antler anymore."
"Because he will die?"
Serena's tone could not be said to be impatient, at least she could be said to be eager to try.
Demi looked at her with serious eyes, and the jackal ears on her head stood up sensitively and alertly.
she says:
"No, it's because it's troublesome to clean."
"I thought you would care about me, doctor."
"I don't care about you as much as I care about Gwen." Demi looked at Gwen's dragon tail, her eyes filled with a rare desire to explore, "We don't even know what kind of dragon Gwen is now. This is comparable to studying dragon inflammation and you who have no place.
It’s much more fun to go there as a kid.”
Thank you, sister Demi who wears a mask...
Gwen hugged the dragon's tail and decided to leave here. After all, if she stayed here, a few professors might come in whistling after a while...
As soon as Gwen's thoughts flashed through his mind, he saw four professors wearing Explorers Association uniforms appearing at the entrance of the Explorers Association.
With eyes full of exploratory desire and an expression full of curiosity, you can tell at a glance that he is the best researcher.
