When the battle ended at a speed far beyond her comprehension, the culprit who had provoked the battle spoke up: "That group of people is stronger than I expected. It seems that the mission I accepted from the Rose Cult is not as simple as I thought at first.

I succeeded in waiting for them just by relying on my psychic premonition, but the little trouble I created obviously couldn't defeat them."

As the psionicist muttered to herself, the bear priest beneath her said nothing.

After she finished saying this, she manipulated the psychic energy to float down from the bear man.

The bear man retreated respectfully to the side, and then the ground on the cliff was flattened into a flat area by the psychic energy released by the psychic warlock.

Lines similar to spiritual absorption characters were outlined on the ground, and with the manipulation of the psychic sorcerer, a strange ritual array was formed.

Taking out four candles from the dimensional bag, the psionicist placed them in front, behind, and around him, then lit the candles with a snap of his fingers and a matching magic trick.

After doing all this, she sat cross-legged in the middle of the ceremony venue and closed her eyes.

The candle flame began to flicker as she emitted spiritual energy, and the strange magic circle beneath her now emitted a faint light.

Amplified by the ritual array, her thoughts flowed towards a certain existence along some strange spiritual connection.

This is the communication method given to the psychic by the Rose Cult. It is a long-distance telepathy that only psychics can use.

Normally, getting a response one or two times out of ten is considered a fairly high success rate.

However, just as the psychic was trying to make contact, behind the battlefield below, Iris suddenly seemed to sense something, then closed her eyes and activated her psychic power.

On the cliff, the psychic who had originally given up hope for this contact suddenly trembled slightly.

She felt her consciousness connect with a warm and accepting presence.

This was very close to what she had sensed when she had experimented with this ritual in the church of the Rose Order.

Thinking that this ritual was a secret of the Rose Cult, she did not hesitate and directly let her psychic energy carry her thoughts and transmit them to the being with whom she had just established contact.

A moment later, the other party sent back a message, but the psychic's expression suddenly became conflicted.

Opening her eyes again, she looked down at the army of constructs that had not suffered much actual damage, and lowered her head in deep thought.

"You gave up just because you heard that the other party was stronger? This is a little different from the style of the Rose Cult in the rumors. That's right, to be able to develop such a strong force in the Underdark, the top leaders should be relatively rational."

Thinking of this, the psychic closed his eyes again and discussed the issue of remuneration with the other party.

After a moment, the candle went out and the other party unilaterally terminated the contact.

"Tsk, because I didn't complete the mission, they only agreed to give me one third of the original reward. Never mind, with these, I should be able to gain a foothold in human society! This is the transaction location..."

Sensing the coordinates transmitted along with the psychic energy in his mind, the psychic warlock tried hard to match them with his own cognition, and finally found its approximate location.

"Go to the settlement near the Earth Gate to trade? As expected of the Rose Cult, they have already controlled the tribe there. This way, I can leave directly after getting the money. This is really a good deal!"

Not expecting that his encrypted conversation had been intercepted and tampered with, the psychic rode away on the bear man with a longing for the colorful world of humans on his face.

Faintly, her spiritual energy produced some vibrations, but she herself did not take it seriously.

"Bang! Dadada..."

Although the psionicist has left, the trouble she caused is still continuing.

After destroying the Swamp Bear's Suicide Squad, Carl immediately drove the construct to attack a large drow tribe that was suspected to be the trainers of the Swamp Bear.

Originally, Carl was going to give the other party some time to explain, but the other party had already made defensive preparations in advance. Before Carl could send anyone to shout, they used the defensive facilities to launch an attack.

Seeing this, Carl certainly wouldn't let them off. His constructs lined up and moved forward, bombarding the drow tribe.

But this time, Carl underestimated these drow.

After the first round of attacks destroyed the enemy's surface buildings, the drow hid underground.

Magic shells and solid nitrogen cannot inflict damage deep into the thick soil. Even the electromagnetic cannon can only blast a few deep pits in the ground at most.

This drow tribe has been operating here for who knows how long.

After suffering an unbearable blow, they immediately transferred their combat power through secret passages and began to play guerrilla warfare with Carl.

"Report! The enemy has moved again. Should we go deeper into the tunnel to look for the enemy's traces?"

After repelling the enemy's sneak attack again, one of Bane's artillerymen reported the situation to Carl.

Looking at a cave where a drow wanderer had rushed out not long ago, Carl narrowed his eyes and felt a little bad.

This battle was much more difficult than he had initially thought, which made Carl, who had won a series of victories not long ago, sober up a little from the arrogance brought about by his many victories.

However, he still felt it necessary to deal with these bastards who dared to attack him.

"No! Don't chase after a desperate enemy! Let me think about it..."

It is undoubtedly an irrational act to rashly chase the opponent in a tunnel that he is familiar with.

Carl, who had seen tunnel warfare as a child in his previous life, was not familiar with this type of warfare, but he knew some of its dangers.

His eyes wandered around as he thought, and suddenly, Carl came up with an idea.

"How much flour do we have left?"

Turning his head, Carl asked Hope beside him.

Hope thought for a moment and then gave a brief report.

"There's enough white flour to last us a few months. The most abundant is rye flour. It's hard to calculate exactly how much, but it's a lot anyway."

Carl and Hope always have two giant dimension bags ready with them, which contain the food they prepared in Eruden to prevent any emergencies that may occur at any time.

"Give me twenty bags of rye flour."

Although he was puzzled by Carl's request, Hope directly took out twenty half-person-high sacks.

Carl called his drow men and asked them to pour the flour into a hole in the tunnel.

Not only Hope, but Bane and the others also didn't quite understand Carl's actions.

After pouring ten sacks of flour, Carl controlled the mecha and let the two floating guns blow air into the cave.

The flour was quickly blown away and spread in the tunnel.

Soon, grayish-white dust began to emerge from hidden tunnel openings in the surrounding areas.

(End of this chapter)