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Chapter 1139: wait.
Punk finally decided to kill Anthony and give up those alluring wealth and benefits. Obviously, this was definitely not a decision made on impulse in his head, and the best solution to the problem that the caster thought after careful consideration.
After all, "Destroy Whispers" must admit that "Clean Glow" is too powerful as a forty-five-level Morningstar priest, and his strength is not only reflected in the ability to send three consecutive Morningstar magic skills. That kind of decisive, mature willpower and thinking ability is the place that best reflects the potential of this strong man.
In fact, it is precisely because the audience has noticed Anthony's excellent performance that the cautious Morningstar Mage never hopes to give this kind of troublesome guy any chance to return to the Pantheon and gain freedom. He will never tolerate it. Because of temporary greed, he left behind a hatred and growing strong enemy.
So just like that, the unlucky Archbishop of Justice, Anthony Vodacari, died in the light of an orange-red sky, and his body fell slantingly like a rag doll on the cold. On the ground, and his head has been rolling into a pool of boiling blood with a horrified gaze.
So far, the "Orange and Red War" has finally come to a successful conclusion. Punk became the ultimate winner with one enemy three, and the "God Stick" trio from the Pantheon became cold due to all kinds of extra confidence. The corpse, the "clean glow" who surrendered and was killed in the end even lost the day-level magical equipment that the great divine power lent to him.
So that simple ashlar necklace slowly floating in the air became the most valuable trophy that punk got in this war.
"..."
"How do you say? The priesthood is worthy of the priesthood, whether it is a god or a priest, the title of "the weakest at the same level" is definitely fully confirmed, and one of three can be killed. I don’t know if the great gods of the Gods Association will feel embarrassed because of this, but I don’t know if the enemies who ambushed Kane are as easy to deal with as the three idiots in front of me..."
Kicked Anthony's body aside with a very contemptuous kick, and the "Destroy Whisper" watching the necklace floating in midair has already restored the same calm state of mind as before.
Although the orange-red light curtain in the sky is still so solemn and full of coercion at this moment, but the battle of the throne of the sun is not punk capable of detecting.
The only thing that can be determined for "Destroy Whispers" is that his own battle has ended, and the situation of "Instant Killing Gun" has nothing to do with him. No matter how you look at it, he has obtained a theoretically valuable trophy. What the punk needs to do now is to calmly return to his magic tower and wait patiently until the light of the sky covering the entire Faerun dissipates. At least his current position is actually far from the towering morning star tower. Relatively close.
However, after careful consideration, the punk whose eyes flickered with gloomy cold light decided to stay in place while guarding the solar-level magic necklace in front of him while patiently waiting for the return of the "guild leader".
After all... the knowledge he possesses is far from enough to judge the specific structure of a day-level creation. Before confirming that the spoils handed over by Anthony before his death are absolutely safe and not a subtle and terrible trap, the very self-aware spellcaster is absolute. Will not use any means to touch or probe this seemingly valuable treasure.
In fact, if it weren’t for the “Sunday Magic Crystal Ball” lent to punk by the “guildmaster” and still holding it in the hands of “Destroy Whispers”, the spellcaster who never likes to be in danger would rather not choose to stay. One minute and one second next to a day-level creation that might have been set up with self-explosion magic.
He knew very well that the gods were weak and weak, but in theory, the great god-level gods with the same level of strength as the professionals of the sun were by no means qualified to have a little peek at them.
"..."
"I don't know how far the battles of the thrones of the sun have progressed, but no matter how you think "President" and Tiamat can unite against Messoul, you won't lose? It's impossible to kill the enemy as easily as I did, right? Although the mad dragon of the colorless dragon mother might be less reliable than Anthony's teammates Kona and Motlet..."
Watching the floating Yaori-level magic necklace slowly gleaming with a simple and exquisite dim sheen not far in front of me, a team of twelve wind element bunnies have been summoned to help them retrieve the fragmented remains of Xvia. The punk couldn't help looking up at the orange-red sky that obscured all the laws.
Speaking of it, it wasn’t until this time that "Destroy Whispers" realized so clearly that the crust of the Faerun Plane was really stronger than imagined. The great austrian Vedrassia used this gray crust. The speculation of "day-level alchemy material casting" might have been taken for granted from the beginning. For example, the three powers of the day-day have been fighting on the Karamus Empire for several seconds, and punk is in the territory of the Khatak Empire. Nei hasn't felt any slight vibration from the ground under her feet yet.
It can be seen that the existence that constitutes the foundation stone of Faerun's geology may not be a day-level creation at all, and its true level is likely to be the legendary "God Seat" level!
However, these speculations are nothing more than punk’s boring thoughts. Even if he knows that he is stepping on a god seat and talking to himself, it is impossible to "destroy whispers" with the knowledge he now possesses to this level of magical existence. If there are any research results, instead of thinking so much, the expressionless Mage Morningstar is more willing to silently write down a legendary organization that tried to kill himself in the Pantheon silently in his heart.
Yes, revenge is definitely one of punk’s life creeds. He will never forgive anyone who tries to be an enemy of himself. Now the Pastor Morningstar under the god of justice, Tier, dare to lead the gods to send it out. A team of god clubs ambush themselves, and this hatred of "Destroy Whispers" has been firmly remembered.
Although it is not yet an effective time for revenge, but one day in the future............
"It must be very uncomfortable to be killed by the three generals? Sad gods, but this "reward" is just a trivial beginning!"
Randomly glanced at Anthony's bloody head, and saw that the caster, bathed in dim light and shadow, narrowed his cold twinkling eyes dangerously.
End of this Chapter
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