Carl's actions left Bain and others stunned.

But Hope's expression was obviously a little heartbroken - that was all food!

However, before everyone rushed to block the tunnel exit, Carl poured in another bag of flour and released a flaming arrow into it.

"boom--"

As a ball of gaseous flame burst out, a muffled sound came from beneath the surrounding ground.

Dust explosion is an accident that often occurs in flour mills. The principle is that fine dust is ignited and caused by continuous deflagration.

In terms of power alone, this explosion was enough to cause great suffering to those drow.

"Rest where you are! Be careful of the enemy's counterattack!"

Looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, Carl controlled the two floating guns and re-embedded them on the truck, and had people block the encircled tunnel entrance.

He actually held back a little.

If he were given a little more time, Carl might be able to get some white phosphorus and throw it into the tunnel.

If liquid nitrogen and floating guns were used as blowers, the tunnel would be filled with the heart-wrenching screams of the drow.

But Carl felt that killing was not the right thing to do and that these people did not deserve to go that far.

Just then, Iris came over.

"These drow attacked us because they were bewitched by a psychic sorcerer hired by the Rose Cult. Our whereabouts must have been exposed."

After stating the news she had just received very directly, Iris looked at Carl quietly, waiting for him to make a decision.

After a moment of silence, Carl analyzed with a serious expression: "They found our trail so quickly. It seems that the nightmare spirit who calls herself Rose is in a much better condition than you thought at first."

Nodding, Iris also looked worried.

"Yes, I originally thought that she had no actual carrier. Even if there were descendants with relatively high psychic talents who believed in her, they would not be able to establish a particularly effective spiritual connection. Now it seems that I underestimated her."

Glancing at Iris, Karl said unhappily: “It’s good that you know you’re wrong. Don’t make such low-level mistakes again in the future.”

After that, Carl shouted to the people around him: "We will set off in an hour!"

The drow on guard immediately began to work in shifts according to the predetermined plan and eat in batches.

In the distance, the exit of a tunnel.

As a cloud of thick smoke billowed out, several drow staggered out of the tunnel, covered in dust and dirt.

“Ahem! Ahem! Who are those people? Are they the firebenders from Obsidian City? They can unleash such a powerful explosion without any hesitation! There’s not even any noticeable fluctuation in the magic power!”

This drow tribe dug far more tunnels than Carl and his friends thought, so they still have some members left further away.

The wind power of the blower used by the floating gun was limited and could not fill the farthest tunnels with flour, so these people survived.

Hearing his companions' whispers, a drow replied with a painful expression, "I'm not sure, but I saw a special guy among them with a glowing body. Maybe he is really from Obsidian City. Could it be that Obsidian City has come back to attack us?"

"Never mind all that! Let's run away first! If they send people here a few more times, our tribe will be completely destroyed."

Helping their companions to stand up, several drow quickly left.

…

Over the next few days, things became much easier.

I don’t know if it was the surviving drow who spread Carl’s battle record, but along the way, almost no drow tribes dared to attack Carl and his team.

This situation lasted for more than three days until people from the Rose Sect came looking for them.

They seemed to be crazy and attacked their companions around them frantically.

Fortunately, Carl had not yet issued them individual weapons, otherwise this madness alone would have caused Carl's team to lose at least a quarter of its people.

"The Rose Cult is here."

In the team, Iris released her psychic energy, hypnotizing those controlled by the psychic energy into sleep one by one.

Seeing this, Carl didn't hesitate and directly ordered the construct to aim at the suspicious areas around and bombard them.

At this moment, a figure quickly emerged from the air.

She was a drow woman wearing a black hooded robe, wrapped in an almost solid psychic glow, making Carl and others feel her power the moment they saw her.

It is no exaggeration to say that compared to Iris, Carl feels that the one in front of him is stronger.

"Armor fusion!"

A thought summoned the power armor, and Carl stood in place, casting a protective magic circle.

As Carl chanted the spell and performed the actions, the dragon crystal dust he had prepared in advance was consumed a little.

Immediately afterwards, a cylindrical area with a radius of 10 feet and a height of 20 feet began to slowly take shape with Carl as the center.

This is to prevent the opponent from using psychic power for hypnosis and enchantment again. There are too many burdens in Carl's group, and this ability of the opponent is almost always effective.

At the same time, Scorpion and Shadow had already rushed towards the figure who was obviously a psychic.

The soul blade profession of both of them can give them a certain resistance to psionic energy, but the ability to transform psionic energy into blades is not as useful as when dealing with ordinary people.

"snort!"

Seeing Scorpion and Shadow attacking him, the psychic of the Rose Sect immediately put his hands together and let his own psychic energy burst out.

The invisible force transformed into two large hands and pushed away Shadow and Scorpion, while the psychic rushed towards Carl with a very focused target.

Obviously, Karl is her target this time.

After the hasty and hurried recitation of the spell, the protective magic circle was finally completely formed.

Seeing the psychic flying towards him, Carl chanted a spell again.

Exploding fire elements began to gather on his fingers, and a fireball was about to take shape.

Most of the spells of the School of Evolution are known for their lethality. Even barbarians and warriors who are known for their physical strength are reluctant to fight them head-on, let alone a psionicist?

However, every profession has a strategy to deal with this kind of attack, and the method chosen by this psychic warlock is - Psionic Wedge.

In the blink of an eye, a ball of spiritual energy quickly transformed into a conical spike and penetrated directly into Carl's head.

Carl only felt a flash before his eyes, and the spell that was about to take shape in his hand disappeared directly.

Carl was familiar with this spell, but he didn't expect that this move could be used to interrupt the enemy's spellcasting. This is not taught in the textbook! "Forget it, let's just punch him in the face!"

As soon as he thought of this, a faint red light suddenly appeared on Carl's power armor arms.

He directly activated the artificer's infusion ability and added enhanced weapon infusion to the pair of arm armors that could be used as simple weapons.

The metal gauntlet vibrated slightly, and Carl punched directly at the opponent's face.

(End of this chapter)