CHAPTER 408: CHAPTER 250: MUTATION IN THE INSTINCT ROOM (PART 3)

"Governor Abaidra! A riot has broken out in the mines of the Lower City. A number of Dwarves have suddenly broken free from the telepathic ’Suggestion Technique’ and are trying to escape the district," reported a Spirit Sucker via the psychic link of the hive mind.

Yet this ’spark of hope,’ on which Attilicia had placed great expectations, didn’t seem to concern the Spirit Sucker Governor at all.

"Deploy the rapid response execution squad. Kill anyone who has broken free, without exception," he ordered coldly, continuing his impersonal and efficient ’nursery’ duties.

This is bad! Attilicia instantly felt a sense of dread. Our ’mutual cover’ plan, the one Bergin and I devised on the spur of the moment—it seems they’ve figured it out!

"Damn it! What should I do?" Now that matters had reached this point, Attilicia couldn’t help but panic.

As a Spellcaster, he knew full well that the brain was the vessel for consciousness and soul. If his brain were truly eaten by the Spirit Suckers, not only would his soul potentially be damaged, but the mere thought of new Spirit Suckers inheriting parts of his memory, knowledge, and even aspects of his personality made him shudder uncontrollably!

As his turn rapidly approached, he saw that hideous, slimy, tentacled maw confronting him. When the last tadpole was thrust towards his face, Attilicia could no longer suppress the fear and revulsion welling within him. He began to struggle desperately, hoping to buy even a second more.

He didn’t dare revert to his true form immediately.

Against a legendary Spirit Sucker, doing so would mean instant death! Moreover, his memories would immediately betray David and the others involved in their mission!

Do I really have to experience my brain being slowly devoured? David Uthos! Whatever you’re doing, make some noise! I can’t hold on any longer!!!

And perhaps it was because David, far outside the city, had seen his old father being dragged to the upper levels of the Melting Iron Fortress.

BOOM!

Another Dragon Breath struck the Melting Iron Fortress. The entire main chamber shook violently, even tilting slightly. This caught Governor Abaidra, the Spirit Sucker, off guard, and the tadpole he was holding plunged straight into the screaming Attilicia’s throat...

"..." For a moment, the two stared at each other. The scene fell silent.

"Damn it!!!" Unable to bear it any longer, Abaidra unleashed a Psychic Weakness Spell on Attilicia. Then, filled with unprecedented anger, he stepped into the Teleportation Gate to seek vengeance on that insane Red Dragon, David.

Seeing the terrifying Spirit Sucker Governor finally leave, Attilicia instinctively prepared to revert to his true form. However, the psychic spell of a legendary Spirit Sucker was not to be underestimated.

He found he couldn’t change back at this critical moment!

His body felt utterly limp. What horrified him even more was the realization that the damned tadpole hadn’t been swallowed at all. Instead, it was tightly coiling its tail around his uvula, attempting to climb from his pharynx into his cranial cavity!

He also finally understood the meaning of the Governor’s parting spell!

In despair, he could only struggle to drag himself towards the adjacent captive, waking a female Dwarf who was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

"Help! Help me! I’ll find a way to save all of you."

"...How can I help?" the female Dwarf asked, looking ’calmly’ at this restless ’Drow.’

"Kiss... kiss me!" Attilicia managed to stammer out, thoroughly embarrassed.

"A tongue kiss, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH! Hurry! I can’t hold out much longer!"

He wanted her to suck out that damned tadpole!

"Pah! Let’s just die together! You disgusting, perverted Drow!"

Damn it! To think that even at death’s door, I’d run into a Drow lesbian lusting after my beauty! What absolutely rotten luck! I’d rather die than be ’bent’!