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Chapter 262: breath.
The crazy paladin was resolved quickly and swiftly. His pious beliefs and violent beliefs could not stop the kinetic energy of punk from bursting. Now, the paladins who were covered in gold just now like a little sun have become a pile of mixed ones. Metal fragments of minced meat, and some blood among them shot into the faces of his two stunned companions.
Looking at the punk's face, which was mostly covered by shadows, Gujing Wubo, his expression was as indifferent as if he slapped a mosquito to death. The greedy mage MiG mechanically wiped the sticky liquid on his face.
He watched a blood-red touch on his hand, his body shaking more and more violently, and finally, MiG collapsed.
"No, let me go, I don't want to die"!
With a pale face, he let out a scream that was louder than a woman, and then turned around and stumbled to the jungle. The same reaction was made by the female stalker beside him.
These two adventurers intellectually know that punk will not let go of themselves, and they cannot escape from the hands of a master spellcaster. Now, these two desperate adventures are all fleeing and panicking. It's just a sign of collapse.
Seeing two frightened adventurers running to the jungle in a panic, punk shook his head speechlessly:
"It's a pity, I'm afraid you will stay in this beautiful jungle forever."
The two guys were right. When the paladin rushed up, the three adventurers were punk-confirmed as dead. Now that mad paladin has turned into pieces of meat, and the punk leader plans to He developed quietly and didn't want to provoke Chenxi's church at all, so he was going to silence the witnesses now.
There is nothing to say about the two guys who can't even reach the official level. Punk casually fired a "kinetic energy burst" between the two adventurers who were running away.
The scary lavender shock wave of the spell directly crushed the mage and the female stalker who wanted to stop and beg for mercy into flesh.
Seeing the blood dripping from the place, punk nodded in satisfaction. Now even a master-level "limited wishing technique" could not save these three idiots.
"It's really a troublesome thing.... If you say I am a hero to save the United States"?
Punk set fire to burn the flesh and blood of the ground, and then threw the harpy with a broken wing on the charred ground.
He squatted down and looked at the poor harpy curled up in his remaining wings, muttering to himself playfully.
This harpy still seems to be in line with human aesthetics. Except for the wings on the back, the harpy only needs its legs covered with feathered claws, and the other parts are just ordinary female human bodies. Wearing some animal skins up and down as a cover, her exquisite figure with a pretty face is still a beauty.
But... the mind of this thing is not beautiful at all.
Punk quietly released a "Master Mind Spell-Mind Listening" and he clearly heard the voice of this harpy.
Harpy, who was indirectly rescued by punk, didn't have the slightest idea of gratitude. In fact, this guy was thinking about revenge.
The harpy who prostrated on the ground and started to mourn her life looked pitiful, but her heart was full of fanaticism and paranoia:
"Oh, my God, what a beautiful face, what a tender skin this is, this is definitely the most beautiful young man in the world, this kind of beauty is only worthy of the supreme priestess, I want to take him If you go back, you must bring him back early. He must be dedicated to the supreme priestess. I must, I will be rewarded, the highest reward! No one's hindrance is allowed, no one is allowed"!
With the emotional excitement, the harpy's expression slowly appeared a little hideous, and not only that, but punk also keenly discovered that the "weird aura" entwined with her had become active. The lifeless aura seemed to be slowly waking up, they began to continue to merge with the harpy, becoming more and more inseparable.
"This is really interesting. Could it be that these breaths will affect the reason and make this harpy paranoid? Or amplify evil desires?"
Punk didn't care about the fanaticism of this monster, and now he was very interested in the breath of this harpy.
Punk still wants to test this banshee. He intends to see the strength of the "priestess" behind this guy. If there is no accident... punk intends to go to this harpy community. Take a look.
"Hello, beautiful lady, you seem to be hurt badly, do you need me to escort you to your community"?
Punk tried his best to put on a gentle and sunny look and said to the harpy.
Hearing the punk actually made a request to escort him to the community, an unconcealed ecstasy flashed in the eyes of the harpy who was planning how to bring punk to the "priestess":
"Great, powerful warrior. I have lost my wings. If there is no help, I will be eaten by cruel beasts when night falls. Now I really don't know how to thank you."
"Haha......no thanks, but you seem to be hurt a bit badly. Can anyone in your tribe be able to treat it? It's really not possible. Why don't you go to a town for treatment? I think you can find one or two priests there. ".
After punk laughed twice, he began to test the effectiveness of the Harpy group. Originally, he didn't want to step into the subject so quickly, but punk is really not good at acting as a enthusiastic teenager, so he might as well think of a way to ask.
"If this guy doesn't say anything, he can only try torture"!
Punk thought secretly.
He didn't want to use the most convenient spell of "memory reading", because the breath lingering in the harpy was too weird. Punk's intuition told him that it is best to avoid having any soul, mind or thinking with this breath as much as possible. s contact.
His instincts have always been trustworthy, so punk simply gave up the option of directly exploring the memory of the harpy. Although the aura seemed weak and thin, punk didn’t dare to detect the existence of the harpy. Underestimated.
Fortunately, the Harpy seemed to be afraid that punk would not go to her tribe. She shook her head and refused when she heard punk said that she would send her to a human town for treatment:
"Don't worry, the priestesses in our tribe are omnipotent, no matter what kind of injury or illness they can be cured."
The harpy proudly boasted how great and how omnipotent her boss was, and those who knew that she was talking about a harpy offering sacrifices, those who didn't know might think she was praising a great god.
More than that, the harpy showed off a feather as if he was afraid that punk would not believe it:
"Look, this is the feather that the priestess left for me. Even if there is only one feather, those monsters will tremble with fear"!
The feathers she took out were surrounded by a little coercive energy, the pale gold inscription gleamed brilliantly in the sun, and the level of the energy fluctuations above was... formal!
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