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Soren, who was advancing, suddenly stopped. His muscles tensed, and his hand gripped the hilt of the Scimitar Icetail in an instant, ready to fight at any moment. The Loli Dragon beside him was startled by Soren's action, but in the next instant, she also vanished, her petite figure appearing in mid-air, enveloped by an invisible energy field. The only one completely unaware was the captured Duergar, who was still staring blankly at his surroundings.

"Psionic Field!"

Soren's expression was extremely grave. His perception was heightened to its limit, and he used his Telepathy to scan his surroundings. He slowly said, "There's Psion casting a spell nearby!"

The little girl's expression was very serious as she whispered, "Legendary Tier!"

"No, no, no!"

"It should be even above Legendary! I sensed a terrifying power like Psychic Storm! The range of the Psionic Field is quite extensive!"

"How is that possible!"

"There couldn't possibly be such a powerful Psion in the Material Plane!"

Both of them were ready for battle at any moment.

However, nothing unusual happened nearby, and the sudden burst of Psionic Field only fluctuated for a moment. When it calmed down, Soren even doubted whether what he had just experienced was an illusion. If the little Loli Dragon hadn't been there, Soren might have thought it was a hallucination, but since the Loli Dragon had also sensed it, it definitely couldn't have been an illusion. There had indeed been a very powerful Psion casting a spell, and the area covered by the Psionic Field was larger than Soren had imagined.

Such coverage.

According to Soren's past memories, if it really was the work of a Psion, then his class level might be over 30!

A level 30 Psion?

How is that possible!

We haven't encountered anything like this even during the turbulent Soren Time of Troubles; it's estimated that only a handful of beings in the Astral Plane could achieve this.

"Could it be a hallucination?"

The Loli Dragon shook her head and landed, staring wide-eyed at Soren. She murmured, "Did you feel it? Just now! A very powerful Psionic Field!"

Soren nodded slowly and said in a deep voice, "I sensed it."

"It's impossible for both of us to be hallucinating at the same time; there might actually be Psion nearby."

"It's best to be careful later."

The Loli Dragon nodded her head slightly and whispered, "Could it be Githyanki? My memories tell me that Githyanki often appear in the Underdark, and many of them are very powerful Psion."

surprise.

Soren glanced at the Loli Dragon beside him with great surprise and slowly said, "Possibly! Githyanki do frequently appear in the Underdark!"

This Loli Dragon seems to be quite knowledgeable.

Dragon ' genetic memories often require a long time to fully awaken, and judging from her current form, she hasn't reached the point where all her genetic memories are fully awakened yet. This suggests that her bloodline is very likely from the Dragon Kingdom.

"Githyanki!"

"Damn it! I know nothing about the Underdark before the Time of Troubles. Could it be that a powerful Psion visited the Underdark from the Astral Plane during this period?"

"Which Astral Traveler could it be?"

Soren desperately Search his memories, but the information he could obtain was scarce. He had arrived in the Underdark after the Time of Troubles had begun. The difference between the two was considerable, which was why he needed a guide. The Underdark was far more difficult than the Surface World; before the Time of Troubles, only a small number of Adventurer could enter. Much information about this period was merely hearsay, as few people at that time had access to such a high level of territory.

Soren was reincarnated once in the River Styx before becoming Legendary, so there is a gap in the information available about him.

"Better safe than sorry."

Soren glanced around, gestured for the Duergar to continue, and said slowly, "Psion are tough to deal with! We must be prepared for an encounter at any time."

The group continued on their way.

But until Soren found the road to the Duergar city, they encountered nothing unusual.

Everything that just happened felt like an illusion.

They encountered no enemies, nor did they see any trace of Psion.

The Psionic Field disappeared.

It existed for only a fleeting moment, and then vanished completely.

Underdark, Crossroads.

The Vampire God Child tossed aside the Drow corpse in his hand, raised a hand to lightly wipe the corner of his mouth, and said disdainfully, "These filthy, lewd Drow! Their blood is as disgusting as excrement!"

The Hell Poet stood at the feet of another female Drow's corpse. He glanced coldly at the Vampire God Child and slowly said, "Then why did you bite her!"

Reinhard spat lightly, as if he still felt a little nauseous.

He turned to look at the Hell Poet beside him, a flippant smile appearing on his handsome face, and said casually, "We're not familiar with this place, so we need a servant to lead the way."

A drop of blood slid down.

Accompanied by some Evil and corrupting power, the Drow corpse lying at his feet suddenly trembled.

"Owner!"

A cold, ruthless voice rang out, and the Drow, who was clearly dead, stood up. Her pupils were grayish-white, and she knelt humbly at the feet of the Vampire God Child like a puppet.

"Look."

The Vampire God Child smiled slightly, raised his hand and tapped the Drow's forehead, slowly saying, "How simple! Now we can have her lead the way."

"The God of Half-Elves and Rogues!"

"I can't wait any longer. What does the blood of Deity taste like?"

"It must be wonderful!"

The Hell Poet stared at him expressionlessly, gently stroking the Magic Flute in his palm, and said coldly, "Don't get carried away! This is the territory of the Spider Queen."

"It's possible she'll also notice this prey."

"This being is not to be trifled with! Even just Avatar of hers is enough to easily kill us."

Reinhard's body trembled slightly, then he said calmly, "Probably not. For the Spider Queen, a Deity with Quasi-Divinity shouldn't be enough to make her personally intervene."

The Hell Poet remained silent, continuing to walk forward. After a while, he said, "Never forget her greed and cruelty!"

"Moreover."

"She's likely to be interested in anything related to Elf."

The Vampire God Child paused for a moment, then continued, "But that's Half-Elf, it has nothing to do with Drow."

The Hell Poet surveyed his surroundings and then said, "I know."

"So we'd better pray we don't run into her. The recent Drow might be due to some kind of Divine Oracle she's conveyed. Also, I've heard that a group of fairly strong Paladin have come to the Underdark. I wonder what their purpose is. What could possibly attract them to this Evil and chaotic Underdark?"

Paladin?

Upon hearing this, the Vampire God Child frowned, then said with disgust, "What a bunch of persistent Shadow Spirit!"

Unknown lands.

A towering Wizard Tower stands on the plain.

At the top of the Wizard Tower stands an Astrology Platform, inscribed with countless mysterious and ancient Rune. At this moment, a figure dressed in a gray robe stands in the center, his gaze seemingly piercing through space to look down into the underground world.

"Here we go."

He gently raised his fingers, the tips gleaming with a metallic sheen. As the faint light shone down, his features gradually became clearer.

A metallic face, a metallic body.

The silvery-white metal resembled human skin, subtly changing with facial expressions. On his chest was a special device—a clock beyond description, covered with countless tiny runes. The twelve engravings bore unique Rune, resembling the zodiac.

The clock was still ticking away, his gaze fixed on the distance, as he murmured, "I don't have much time left."

"Perhaps the brilliance of Arcane Magic can shine once more!"

Perhaps everything will be buried by time!... Only time can tell us the answer!... And only time can prove everything!...

"Thank you."

"Dirk Reina!... May you live forever in time!..."

A Spatial Rift leading to an unknown land.

Before this man, who was entirely made of metal, lay a space as dazzling as a galaxy. In the center of this space lay the sleeping figure of a Dragon, and with its breath, time and space gradually distorted.

Time Dragon!

Only one entity in the entire Multiverse can distort time and space in this way. (To be continued~^~)