Broad World

Everyone sat on the ground with gloomy faces without saying a word, and the atmosphere seemed extremely dull. Henry knew that they were all intimidated by the terrifying strength of the enemy. After all, there were only a handful of spellcasters over level 30 in the entire main plane. The most well-known of them should be the "Queen of the Storm" Simbu, who was able to resist the powerful red-robed mage by herself.

"Bastard! Are we going to take advantage of this damn mage so cheaply?" Apodel punched the ground bitterly, showing a very unwilling expression.

Henry shook his head with a smile, then stood up and said to everyone: "Of course not! I'm telling you this just to make you more vigilant. Don't take any chances. You must know that Joan Irenicus is a person who does whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Regarding this, the organs in the jars outside can prove it very well."

"Does this mean that we will face the pursuit of a legendary mage next?" Jasila asked, frowning. As a veteran harpist, she knows exactly what kind of power the legendary mage wields. Almost no mortal can escape their detection magic, no matter how far they go, they will inevitably be found out.

Henry nodded slightly and replied: "That's right. Unless he gets what he wants, he won't let it go." He glanced at the two sons of Barr. A new thought suddenly popped up in his heart, what would happen if Joan Irenicus took away Imoen instead of Apodel? As soon as this idea of ​​seriously destroying the plot appeared in the brain, it immediately became more and more out of control.

You must know that Henry has been careful for so many years, except for his own one-third of an acre of land. There is almost never too much intervention in the surrounding area. What he fears most is that the well-known plot will be broken. Everything is developing in an unpredictable direction. But today I don't know what happened. Suddenly started wanting to try to make some changes. It seems that after that strange dream, I don't know why, I feel like I am different from before. In particular, his personality became more and more bold, and he even began to desire to wantonly destroy the plot.

Suddenly, Imoon patted Henry on the shoulder, pulling him back from his contemplative state to reality. "Hey! Don't be in a daze, we have to find Uncle Khalid now and escape."

"Oh. Okay. I'm sorry, I was thinking about how to deal with Joan Irenicus just now, and I accidentally lost my mind." Henry sighed helplessly and explained.

While no one else was paying attention, the girl secretly kissed him on the cheek, then smiled and ran to the front of the team to scout out the trap. The group found a warehouse for storing armor and weapons on the side of the cell. Minsk and Jasila picked a few pieces at random and quickly armed themselves.

Going north along the exit passage, they encountered a large number of organs and traps, as well as slaves such as gray dwarves and goblins. It seems that when Joan Irenicas left, all the protective measures here were activated. At least when Henry came in, there were not so many slaves patrolling.

soon. The crowd came to a room full of huge glass jars. Jasila took a closer look curiously, and immediately ran to the side to vomit. Inside are some human brains, limbs, organs and so on. The most important thing is that these people are not dead yet, and occasionally they can be seen twitching from time to time.

After vomiting the last bit of food in her stomach, Jasila stood up and shouted angrily, "What kind of monster is this guy?! He actually despises life so much!"

Apodell glanced at the person in the jar with lingering fear, clenched his fists and cursed: "Damn, he didn't mean to make us like this. I would rather die in battle than live in such a miserable state."

"Don't look, there are many places similar to this room, which should be the product of some kind of failed experiment. Come on, let's get out of here quickly, I don't want to confront such a lunatic head-on." Henry dragged Imon out of the room. He could feel the girl trembling all over, he must have recalled some cruel pictures.

With a heavy heart, the group set out on the road again. Now everyone knows what a miserable end will be if they are caught, so they subconsciously speed up a lot.

The entire underground laboratory is like a maze extending in all directions. On average, a room can be seen every few tens of meters. It is not filled with various experimental instruments, or some golems and summoned monsters. Henry collected a lot of unprecedented items and experimental notes along the way, especially a life support device the size of an arm, which can be said to be ingenious.

This sci-fi-looking cylinder is made of Mithril mixed with other metals. The middle part is a huge natural crystal, but the middle has been hollowed out and filled with a fluorescent mercury liquid. One of the heads is made densely packed with pinholes, which can be inserted into the device next to the glass jar to wake up those who have been transformed into grotesques.

As for the other end, it is a plate-shaped base with a large l engraved on it, and many gemstones and magic pearls are inlaid around it. He studied it for a long time but couldn't figure out how this thing worked. It seemed that it was at least an item made with a legendary spell.

As more and more experimental notes were obtained, Henry admired Joan Irenicus' attainments in life and soul more and more. For so many years, he has been researching how to complement his own soul, so he has done countless experiments. Although they all failed in the end, the other derived things are very useful.

Henry even felt that as long as he studied and understood all the notes, he could at least improve and create dozens of new potions, and even create legendary potions that could extend the lifespan of ordinary people. After all, this life support device is so miraculous that it can keep people in the jar alive for years, or even decades, without eating or drinking.

"You'd better not be too obsessed with these things, or you will become as evil as this mage sooner or later." Jasila couldn't help reminding. She was afraid that her teammates would be attracted by these evil things and join the evil camp.

After closing the note in his hand, Henry smiled and said to Jasila: "Don't worry, I just want to use these technologies to improve the potion. You must know that there is no good or evil in technology itself, everything depends on the person who uses it."

"Okay, but you'd better be careful. Many mages had good intentions at first, but in the end they couldn't control themselves and fell into the embrace of evil." Jasila couldn't help but reminded again.

Henry smiled helplessly, and threw the note into the dimension bag. He didn't want to hear this "auntie" nagging all the time, so he had to put it away first, and study it secretly when no one was around. Apodel had a gloating smile on his face. You must know that he usually receives this kind of treatment, and now someone has stepped forward to share the firepower, which is really great.

Through the narrow passage, everyone came to a place that looked like a library. Suddenly, a monster emerged from behind the bookshelf. It had an oversized, elongated head, small pig-like eyes, a pug-like nose, a big mouth full of teeth, and a pair of huge bat-like wings.

"Be careful! This is an Anzu from the Nine Hells!" Henry immediately reminded everyone loudly. This is not an easy enemy to deal with, especially its mentally retarded touch, which can produce an effect similar to "mentally retarded", instantly turning a wise mage into an idiot.

The devil laughed out loud when he saw how everyone was facing a formidable enemy. "Hahahahaha! Take it easy, relax, relax. Old Barrett is just a kind librarian, not a combatant."

Aimon's eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. "Wow! This is the first time I've seen such a talking monster. You mean you can let us go there?"

"Of course! You can pass at any time. As long as you don't interfere with the old Barrett's work. Of course, it would be even better if you are willing to sit down and chat with me for a while." The devil flapped its wings on the back, making a harmless appearance.

Apodel rejected the other party's request without hesitation. "Sorry, we are trying to escape from this place, and we don't have much time to stay."

The devil sighed with regret. "Hey, that's such a pity. I also want to introduce you to the collection of books here."

Henry looked at this devil who had been fully involved in the play playfully, and his mind was already full of joy. True to its acting and its lies, no one who understands their racial habits would take these words seriously. Deceit and misinterpretation are the tricks of the devil, and this one is always trying to find a vantage point from which to strike at any time.

Just as everyone was cautiously walking into the passage, suddenly there were a lot of footsteps coming from behind. A few seconds later, a group of heavily armed duergars ran out from around the corner. One of the leading duergars yelled at the devil, "Haha! Well done Barrett. If the master's important test subjects escape, we'll all go to hell."

The devil showed a helpless expression. "You're really slow, Ilich. But I really want to go to hell, because that's like going home."

"Stop talking nonsense, quickly arrest these people. Imagine what will happen to us if the master comes back and sees that the test subjects are not properly kept in the cage!" The gray dwarf leader roared, and quickly ordered his men to surround Apodel and the others.

Aimon stared at the devil in surprise and asked, "Could it be that you have been lying to us just now, just to delay time? My God! I actually really believe that you are a good monster."

"Thank you very much for your compliment, but I don't think that's called deception, but wisdom." The devil quibbled triumphantly. It is proud of being able to play around with a group of mortals, and believes that if its immediate boss in hell finds out, he will definitely be promoted.

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