Chapter 308: Question

"Ah, mistress, let us tear them apart!" The spider‑transformed elves kneeling at Wei Erna's feet scraped the rocky floor with their clawed limbs, thirty pairs of crimson compound eyes flickering uncertainly in the darkness. These half‑human, half‑spider monsters licked the Gray Dwarf blood on their fangs, their limbs twitching slightly with blood‑lust.

Wei Erna's serpent‑head whip sliced through the air without warning, the silver‑scaled long whip severing all four of the speaker's left‑side limbs at the roots. The severed limbs bounced on the stone slab and fell into the abyss, while the spider‑transformed elf dared not even cry out in pain—Drow Nobles are most adept at teaching their subordinates the art of silence through pain.

She didn't even look at her before speaking? What a clueless, stupid thing.

Although she is the eldest daughter of the third family of Menzoberranzan and possesses power second only to the top three Matron Mothers, she still lacks confidence when facing this man.

"The eldest daughter of the third family of Menzoberranzan, the one in Underdark closest to the Matron Mother's seat, Wei Erna Ye Ren." Juan Ce Long nudged his golden‑threaded spectacles with his fingertip, the lenses refracting a chill like ice crystals: "But that three‑bead badge at your waist doesn't look like a holy relic ordinary priests could possess."

A Drow's finger twitched imperceptibly. Indeed, at her waist hung a dark badge blessed by the Luo Si Goddess, its three Abyssal pearls now only two glowing faintly—just moments ago it had been used to warp the Fatal Dissociation Technique. This discovery made Naimi Xisi squint: a Drow capable of receiving a life‑saving holy item directly from the Spider Queen is likely far more than an ordinary family's eldest daughter.

Menzoberranzan's power is great, and Luo Si's church forces dominate the entire Underdark. Killing this Drow would likely invite wave after wave of trouble.

"Get out of here quickly." Juan Ce Long spat, sounding impatient.

Wei Erna exhaled in relief; it seemed the other party had no intention of offending the Nightblade family, so she had managed to dodge trouble today.

"Damned pretty‑face. When I report back to the Matron Mother, next time I'll bring a stronger army to crush this place! Then you'll have no choice but to kneel obediently at my feet, begging me to spare your life!"

As Wei Erna bowed, her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, perfectly masking the venomous resentment swirling in her eyes. When she returns to Menzoberranzan, she will earnestly petition the Matron Mother to dispatch the Shadow Legion, pry off Juan Ce Long's scales one by one to adorn her altar, and make him kneel at her feet, begging her to reward him with the serpent‑head whip.

But at the instant she turned, the dense violet mist stirred by the hem of Juan Ce Long's robe caused the air to suddenly congeal into a murky syrup. The Drow elf's floating silver hair froze mid‑air as she turned, and seven gray‑mist‑formed runes silently crawled up her spine— the seven‑ring Enchantment Spell 【Stasis Technique】 activated silently.

"Master?" The magic‑sensitive spider‑transformed elves sensed the anomaly; they saw Wei Erna's body seemingly frozen in the air, and the terror hidden deep in her eyes.

Indeed, Naimi Xisi changed his mind; after much thought he decided he still could not trust the Drow elves' greed. He doesn't know what secret the Drow covet about the Mind Flayer, but they were even able to send a 19th‑level priest to hunt, and next time they might even dispatch a Legendary Level Matron Mother.

The prerequisite is that Wei Erna returns and reports everything about him clearly.

That is why he suddenly launched the attack.

The Drow of Menzoberranzan are masters of internal strife; everyone behaves like a survivor in a dark forest, trusting no one of their own kind.

Without ironclad evidence that the faction the Mind Flayer defected to possesses power far beyond imagination, those Matron Mothers would never easily abandon their own families.

After all, no one can be sure whether other families might, during one's absence, maneuver to seize and absorb the family forces remaining in Menzoberranzan.

Given that, it is more practical to ensure this Drow can never speak again.

He prepared a six‑ring curse 【Endless Slumber】 for this Drow; she will remain forever in a vegetative state, just like that general of the Kurltaka Kingdom once was.

Doing so also prevents the Nightblade family from having any means to remotely sense the death of their offspring.

"Despicable monster! How dare you ambush the noble master!" The spider‑transformed elves, upon discovering they could not awaken their lady master, erupted in fury. The limbs of thirty spider‑transformed elves drove into the ground, leapt into the air intending to slay the treacherous sorcerer. But just as they sprang, the mage's left‑hand fingertips, as the chant ended, traced a brilliant rainbow arc. Seven‑colored magical radiance on his right hand coalesced into a three‑meter‑long translucent longbow; when the bowstring vibrated, it did not release arrows but a deluge of colorful meteors.

Eight‑ring Evocation spell — 【Rainbow Light Bow】.

Tens of thousands of energy arrows, trailing rainbow tails, fell; each explosion on impact created a three‑foot‑diameter kaleidoscopic ripple. The front‑row spider‑transformed elves' stone shells melted into lava under the crimson arrow rain, indigo light arrows pinned the second‑row monsters in place, forming ice, while golden glimmers coiled like living snakes, shredding the third wave of chargers.

The spiders were already dead in the first wave's impact, yet the thousands of energy arrows continued to bombard the same spot, causing the entire cavern to tremble.

When the last few clusters of emerald light faded, Juan Ce Long's robe hem still floated lightly in the rising dust. Thirty charred corpses lay scattered in the bottomless giant pit, only half‑melted bones narrating the upheaval of elemental forces.

He lifted his hand to straighten the crooked golden‑threaded spectacles, looking at the Drow elf bound by gray‑mist runes in place: "May you have a good dream."

Naimi Xisi first extracted all memories from Wei Erna's mind, now powerless to resist, then sent her slumber into a demi‑plane. If this Drow cannot awaken by her own will, she will likely end up like that general, ultimately becoming a new Undead after decades of shadow assimilation.

Naimi Xisi's figure flashed, teleporting back to his domain, and bluntly questioned Ao Bulaien: "Why exactly are those Drow hunting you, even sending a 19th‑level Luo Si priest?"

"A 19th‑level priest?" Sgena inhaled sharply upon hearing it; thank goodness Juan Ce Long returned, otherwise she might truly be enslaved by the Drow this time.

The thought of a black dragon being shackled, ridden as a pet, and possibly violated by a male Drow sent a wave of dread through her.

!

Ao Bulaien was silent for a moment, then said, "For the Psychic Stone Tablet."

"After the Aolingduoer main brain vanished, we harvested tens of thousands of goblin brains to cultivate Mind Flayer larvae, creating a primary brain embryo."

"But because goblin bloodlines are too lowly, those Mind Flayer larvae were of poor quality, resulting in the main brain possessing only the power of a 20th‑level Psychic Sorcerer."

"Since it didn't reach Legendary Level, it was powerless to protect us from the Drow army, even being captured alive, and the Drow used Divine Spell to detect the existence of the Psychic Stone Tablet."

Naimi Xisi furrowed his brow, feeling something amiss: "Even if we know, so what? Drow are not a Psionic Race; would they wage war over mere stone tablets that record psionic knowledge?"

"." Ao Bulaien remained expressionless in silent.

Naimi Xisi suddenly realized that this octopus‑headed being was still concealing some crucial information about the tablets.

"Explain clearly what function the tablet has that makes them covet it so. The Drow's regard for you exceeds my expectations; I think it's necessary to reassess whether keeping you benefits or costs me." Naimi Xisi's Mana surged like a raging tide, his telekinesis swirling around Ao Bulaien's body, as if an invisible giant hand were choking his throat.

(End of Chapter)