Under the tough spider web, Quentin regained consciousness before long.
Some blessing from the Crescent Moon Cult seemed to have strengthened his mental resistance.
Although he would still fall victim to the [Eye of Charm] when Zong Shen cast it personally.
The duration was still rather brief.
Unfortunately, waking up did him no good.
He had already been disarmed on the spot, with nothing left on him but his underwear.
The webbing bound him tightly as well, leaving him no room to exert any force.
"Don't waste your effort."
"Being stubborn won't do you any good."
"Behave yourself, and you'll suffer less."
Zong Shen somehow pulled out half a melon and squatted on the deck in an "Asian squat" as he ate.
Blue Dopey, in human form, darted rapidly across the deck like a bolt of lightning.
Then he slipped into the cabin.
Indirect kill notifications and experience rewards kept refreshing at the corner of Zong Shen's vision.
Only a few minutes later, Blue Dopey returned to Zong Shen's side.
The filthy blood on his body had all evaporated amid bursts of electricity. Of the several hundred Heretic Inquisition soldiers stationed aboard this Desert Ark, nearly all had been wiped out.
Only a handful of technicians responsible for operating the ark were kept alive as prisoners.
Even if they brought it back to the territory and let the two senior Goblin alchemists, Galil Blackheart and Osevio Rottenhide, study it together with Ironhand Barenk, who oversaw the territory's alchemical Mechanical Workshop, they would eventually figure out how to pilot it.
But this thing was connected to the deity of the Crescent Moon Cult, after all.
To be safe, it was better to keep a few survivors who understood the relevant technology.
That would make it easier whether they later dismantled it