The thing hiding in Weiler's head could screw Murphy over while he was using Legilimency, so naturally Murphy could follow the mental channel established by Legilimency and strike back in reverse.
The instant the spell fell, Murphy's consciousness suddenly connected with another consciousness.
Shock, panic, and a trace of fear—those emotions were like clouds spreading through the sky of the mind, impossible to ignore.
Murphy paused. His figure manifested in the void, and he laughed. "Ragnuk, you're afraid."
The instant he touched the other party's consciousness, Murphy knew his identity. He really was the goblin king from a thousand years ago that Murphy had guessed at—Ragnuk.
"Damn it!" Ragnuk roared.
In the space of consciousness, the empty colors abruptly transformed into a wasteland-like expanse. Goblins appeared in sheets across the mountains and plains, raising battle standards impaled with the heads of various creatures and waving crude axes, sickles, daggers, and other such things. At a glance, there was no telling whether there were thousands or tens of thousands of them.
These goblins were nothing like the bankers in suits and leather shoes inside Gringotts. Most of them were sallow and emaciated, the majority wearing only a ragged loincloth, and the weapons in their hands were all kinds of odds and ends. They clearly were not well-trained soldiers.
"Foolish wizard!" In the sky, the clouds condensed into an enormous goblin face. "Barging into another's mindscape? You're courting death!"
"Here, I am a god!"
"My power here is endless. I will swallow your soul, and you will become my puppet, just like Weiler and the others."
Oh?
So the other party also knew the consequences of this kind of mental connection.
It seemed he had done this sort of thing plenty of times before.
In order to perfect the theory of the