"No, on the contrary, I will surely be victorious." The archbishop, with an expression of assured victory, walked up to Lynch. "You mages are so logical, precisely the kind we like the most. With just a little hint, it takes no effort at all, and you will convince yourselves, then become my pet slaves."

'Damn, this is a Prisoner Brain Demon!' Lynch immediately recalled the information he once read in books. The Prisoner Brain Demon is not a creature of the Anriel World; they wander through lower planes like Bator Hell and only occasionally enter the material world to hunt. They especially love the souls of mages and priests among spellcasters, believing the power within makes brains taste more delicious and fresh.

But Lynch instantly denied this explanation. Now, he dared not believe any explanation, not even trust his own mind. No one knows whether the next thought in his head is True or just an illusion meant to deceive the brain. The most terrifying aspect of a mind attack lies in this—it doesn't defeat the opponent itself but lets the opponent defeat themselves.

The archbishop observed the twitching motion of Lynch's neck and finally calmed down. This erratic head shaking is a sign that the attacked is brainwashing themselves. After some time, the mage will eventually succumb to fatigue and surrender to himself. By then, the leader of the Mage Association will become a captive, the archbishop's best spoils of victory to brag about to the great serpent.

Now, Lynch's eyes are filled with hallucinations, seeing nothing but endless darkness. If it weren't for encountering a similar scenario in the "Prisoner Half-plane" before, he might have already lost the last bit of clarity in his heart. Lynch dared not focus his mind on one thing, fearing such an action would lead him to early fatigue and surrender. In his chaotic mind, only one thought kept shaking: "Is the plan I just prepared real?"

The mage suddenly stood firm, with not a single tremor. He slowly lifted his head, looking at the archbishop's hands, and muttered intermittently, "What are you afraid of, you with blood-soaked hands?"

The archbishop was startled; he had never seen anyone who could voluntarily stop their own convulsions. But since Lynch could be unaffected by Spirit Shock, he might endure longer than others. The archbishop lowered his head to look at his own hands and immediately widened his eyes. On his hands, one red blood bubble after another appeared, like the poison glands on a toad's back, swelling and then bursting.

But the terrifying thing was, he felt nothing at all. If not for Lynch's reminder, the archbishop wouldn't have noticed such a thing.

"What is this?" Sweat beads densely covered his forehead, even his voice trembled a bit. "A spell? A poison spell or just an illusion technique? No! Impossible... He never cast a spell, and any spellcasting actions would quickly make him my slave! What exactly did Lynch do?!"

The archbishop reached out to grab the blood bubbles, only to accelerate their spread. In a panic, the archbishop immediately called upon the power of the Light God, hoping to heal himself of this strange illness and to dispel this malicious curse. But when he looked up, he clearly saw a pink crystal wand swinging down toward his forehead.

The archbishop didn't make a sound, falling down with his forehead full of fresh blood. Lynch released his Refined Gold left hand, and the Arcane Wand floated back to his side.

"It seems the things I prepared in advance were not illusions, but real." He immediately took out a handkerchief, vigorously wiping his hands. "The poisons Zilvra prepared are really terrific; one can paralyze the opponent's senses, and the other has a strong corrosive power. It seems my travels in the Underdark years ago can only be explained by incredible luck."

It turned out that when the mage noticed something unusual with his body, he didn't think about which abilities he had lost but focused on the tools he could still use. To combat the enemies of the Mage Association, Zilvra had prepared many Dark Elf-specific poisons for Lynch, which had been hidden in Lynch's sleeves. The mage shook hands with the archbishop precisely to apply the paralyzing poison onto his hands, while the outstretched Refined Gold left hand asking for the Evil Emblem was actually a covert chance to spread the corrosive powder.

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