Blue Sword

The turnover of Almeria's city center hotel has almost plummeted.

The reason is simple: due to the occupation of the undead army, human tourists almost no longer go to this coastal city, and the undead themselves have no need for sleep.

Therefore, not only the hotels in the city, but also the catering industry, entertainment industry and other tertiary industries have all closed down, closed down, and even the bosses are afraid to admit the losses.

As for the few out-of-town guests who had already checked in, the hotel staff naturally provided them with treasures - because the entire southern Iberia was full of undead, most of these guests postponed their original departure time plan, but this time Doesn't mean they won't change hotels.

On this day, a customer just came back from outside, carrying large and small bags of food... It seemed that he had purchased supplies from outside.

So the hotel attendants gathered around her diligently, carried her bag all the way to the fifth floor, and delivered it directly to the door of the room.

"Back?" It was Silla who opened the door.

"Yes." Medea carried the food supplies into the room and saw Nora, Hildafa, Peggy and Ask, gathered around the table playing Ludo.

Eleanor was sitting at the small table by the window, still tinkering with her plan.

"Why did you win again?" When Asik moved all four flying chess pieces to the end again, Nora smiled helplessly and put down the dice.

"Oh, you deserve to be the leader of the group with such good luck." Hidliefa laughed beside her. She was lagging behind the most in this game, and even three chess pieces were knocked back to the starting point halfway through, and she still didn't throw a 6 to let them take off again until the end.

"As expected of the leader." Peggy said in agreement, showing a sweet smile with dimples, but her eyes turned to the window unconsciously.

Seeing her look over, Mi'er quickly turned her head and pretended to stare out the window with Mia.

"New information?" Silla asked as she closed the door.

"Yeah." Medea brushed her hair and replied lazily.

The progress of spying on information from the city was unexpectedly smooth. Due to the incomplete mental body of the undead, the resistance to the supernatural power of the psychic type is extremely poor, so Medea has used it to plant seeds for them without any effort in the past few days. seed.

Parasitic Seed, this is the ability she gained after being promoted to Level 12. It was inspired by the effect of Raphael using the Fruit of Eden to plant a backdoor in the human heart.

The spiritual seeds from the law of manipulation will silently fall on any mental body, and they will gradually take root in it, and can feed back their thought activities to Medea at any time, no matter how far away - which is equivalent to saying that this parasitic body It became part of Medea's eyes and ears.

As time goes by, the seeds will penetrate deeper and deeper, and what they spy will not only be the thoughts of the parasite, but also every memory and thought... until the mental body of the parasite is completely absorbed. Permeate into a sieve, until every move is understood by Medea.

Except for Medea herself, no one knows when she understood and advanced this skill, and she herself is mysterious and never mentions it. Until Ask asked her several times recently, she provided vague data.

For example, she can maintain continuous monitoring of up to 18 parasites at the same time. If this number exceeds, she will have to cancel the monitoring of some parasites before adding new parasites to the monitoring network.

For another example, against parasitized enemies, using the soul thread can connect in almost a second, which greatly enhances both speed and concealment.

Asker was naturally well aware that Miss Succubus must have concealed the actual effect of the skill, but he still keenly noticed the true value of this skill:

Although it is a purely detective skill without any output ability, the key lies in the fact that there is no upper limit on the number of parasites.

Only monitoring the parasite will consume Medea's spirituality, but it is not necessary to maintain the existence of the parasite itself.

In other words, if in an extremely ideal environment, Medea could even plant parasitic seeds on all creatures in the world, the subsequent effects would be terrifying.

For example, everyone fought against the Lord of Filth in Bavaria. Because the opponent majored in law and blood, he could integrate his body into any mouse, and he could seamlessly switch within the "Rat Net" at any time.

In other words, to defeat him, you must first find his body, and if you don't kill him quickly enough, he can be cut out quickly and transferred to the bodies of other rats.

This weird tactic is undoubtedly the nemesis of most extraordinary beings. For example, Eleanor's invincibility and Peggy's death curse can easily kill dozens or hundreds of mice, but they can't find the opponent's body. Method.

But Medea was able to secretly hide a large number of individuals from the parasitic rat swarm before the battle.

Then when the opponent's body turns into a parasite, he suddenly shoots out a spiritual thread to control the opponent. This is the power of psychic laws. They are not good at attacking difficulties head-on, but they are extremely useful in the field of investigation and control.

"Including today, how many undead have you parasitized?" Ask asked casually.

"I don't know, probably a few hundred." Medea said casually, and suddenly smiled slyly, "Did you know? Ask, I met a necromancer today."

"Who?" Asked.

"A guy named Ansara." Medea looked at Mi'er.

Mi'er was startled for a moment, and then she realized: this guy named Ansara was the wizard who resurrected her as a banshee in the parallel world of Constantinople.

Her mood was slightly complicated, but she quickly calmed down.

That was just the original trajectory of fate. Now I am Mi'er, not a banshee king burdened with hatred, emptiness and loneliness!

Seeing that Mi'er didn't say anything, Medea smiled and said:

"That guy is obsessed with the so-called 'banshee transformation' recently. He is obsessed with collecting all kinds of female corpses and using them to create and improve different types of banshees. The invisible banshee we met at the city gate , is one of the results of his transformation.”

"How disgusting!" Mia stuck out her tongue.

"Medea, what do you mean..." Sheila realized that Medea mentioned this person specifically not just for chatting and complaining.

“I don’t think I need to explain the Banshee’s investigative abilities to you, right?” Medea smiled proudly, “This extraordinary person named Ansara’s bloodline and laws were all created to control the Banshee. If Our team can have these abilities of his. During the next journey, as long as we throw a large number of invisible banshees around, wouldn't it be able to play a perfect detection and early warning role for the team?"

"You mean..." Eleanor was immediately moved after hearing this.

She has been studying the plan assiduously these days, and of course she knows how many unnecessary risks can be eliminated for the next journey if there are hundreds more invisible flying eyes and ears.

"But what are you going to do?" She frowned, wondering if she wanted to capture him and torture him, forcing the necromancer to submit?

"Guess?" Medea smiled slightly, and an invisible spiritual thread popped out of her hand, hitting Eleanor's mental body protected by her will.

I went to the hospital in the afternoon and I didn’t know if I would be able to make it back in time. If you can't come back in time, you may ask for leave.