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Chapter 267: Destroy the Harpy.
Facts have proved that a highly centralized magical creature tribe like the Harpy will show obvious slow response after losing the leader of absolute authority. When the punk mage holds the strange eyeball and returns to the sky above the Harpy , He found that these harpies, including some harpies who looked like high-level costumes, did not respond to the threatening crisis that might come.
They all just ordered a few guards to surround the punk-destroyed hut and then continue to work. No one in the entire tribe actually thought about what to do if the priestess failed.
In fact, not only did they not prepare to escape, the harpy elders even set up a cauldron in the middle of the tribe and placed some fresh meat to celebrate.
"Blind trust will inevitably lead to blind ignorance, and blind ignorance will bring destruction to the ground. The reason why these magical creatures are rushed everywhere is because of a stupid word in the final analysis"!
Punk coldly glanced at the beaming harpy tribe in the air, and then concentrated on releasing the magic in his hand:
"Okay, it saves me trouble, and all of it is solved at once. If I save it, I have to go everywhere to catch the "little mice" running around!
Punk aimed evilly at the cauldron in the center of the tribe, and then threw the dark purple ball in his hand when a harpy elder shouted "The priestess must triumph".
"Master Class Conjuration Spells-Kinetic Energy Tides".
"Super Magic Technique-Magic Compression"!
In order to cover the entire harpy banshee tribe, punk specially used super magic skills to strengthen the range of "kinetic energy tide", so that this spell can directly destroy all creatures in this large tribe.
The harpies who were beamingly preparing to celebrate their dead priestess did not wait for the majestic and beautiful priestess to descend on the square. They only saw a dazzling purple stardust descending rapidly in the clouds of the sky. The seemingly small "stars" burst out like a small sun with a chilling purple light.
"What is that, it looks... so beautiful"?
This was almost the last thought of all the harpies in the square.
A purple wave set off a wave of energy several meters high. In the purple wave, even the space was turned into fragments and was swept by the wave. All the places passed by the "waves" were overturned and crushed, with tall trees and hard rocks. Rocks are easily crushed by purple energy like dried bread and turned into slags. Those fragile and wailing creatures are even more unlikely to escape this terrifying "natural disaster", even the harpy with the fastest reaction speed. Before they could escape the scope of the disaster, they could only be overtaken by the torrent of purple death in their wailing, and then all the lands of their tribes and other tribes were "kneaded" into one!
When the terrifying kinetic energy tide slowly faded, the harpy tribe with many tree houses has become a piece of land that has been "plowed", rock fragments and tree debris are mixed in blood. In the red-stained soil, the collapse of the space has extracted a lot of soil, causing the ground now to appear to be half shorter than the surroundings out of thin air.
In the end, punk flew a few harpies in the air from the beginning, now looking at the ruins of the "Black Claw Tribe" in a daze, shot them down with "kinetic energy cones" one by one, and then carefully used prophecy spells. After confirming that there are no fluke survivors, he nodded in satisfaction:
"Get the job done! It's a pity that I have to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise I should get a lot of gains by searching this tribe... But now I can only give up."
Punk was not greedy to waste time for some finances. He casually cleaned up the energy remnants around him that was related to him, and then quickly left without hesitation.
With the shielding of the Haitzta magic box, punk is convinced that as long as he is not spotted on the spot, he will not be traced by any enemy. The professionals who came to explore the secrets of this sudden incident will only find nothing in the end. Confused.
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"In other words, this eyeball is really peculiar. It's not really the body tissue of some kind of legendary creature, right"?
In the silent forest night, the punk sitting by the campfire carefully looked at it with his huge eyeballs. He wore a pair of shiny golden silk gloves in his hands. The runes on the gloves inspired a special position and blocked the strange eyeballs. The weird breath on the sky.
"Master Alchemy Spell-Zelen Golden Gloves": Effectively defend against chronic erosion of most master energy or physics, lasting 17 magic hours.
Under the protection of the alchemy spell, Punk squeezed his lifeless eyeballs, feeling the smooth touch directly transmitted by the gloves, and he couldn't help thinking.
He is not sure that this eyeball must be the eye of a certain creature, because some wizards may also make magical equipment into such a strange shape, unable to determine the identity of the weird eyeball, which means that punk cannot judge the original of the weird eyeball. The usefulness of it may be a magical equipment used to charge attacks, or it may be a visual organ of a legendary monster.
"But what's the matter with the weird fluctuations on this eyeball, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't have soul and life"?
Punk is quite sure that the strange eyeball has no life and soul, and the reaction of the eyeball when facing energy is more like a stress mechanism, but it does not have certain autonomous characteristics.
Punk has tried to inject all kinds of energy into the pupil of the eyeball, including ether, element, and even vitality and animal soul, and the vertical pupil of the eyeball will not refuse to come, and I will eat whatever comes, but it will not give you any movement.
That's right, no matter how much energy the punk injected, the strange eyeballs did not "live" like in the hands of the Harpy female priest, but calmly transformed all the energy into a larger volume, and then... …There's no after that.
"It doesn't seem to be a problem of energy. Does it require some kind of special "energy"?
Punk looked at the weird vertical pupils and thought carefully about the "traits" of the harpy. He suddenly remembered the "breath" exchange that this eyeball had been carrying out before the death of the priestess, and he also thought of the many hawks entangled in them. The demon warrior's body was full of "evil" aura.
Especially when the vertical pupils of the weird eyeballs began to extract the soul of the priestess, the "evil" she burst out was no longer pure "malicious", and it felt more like a very corrosive energy for punk. And the weird eyeballs succeeded in releasing the half-legged legendary attack after swallowing those substantive "evil".
"When the priestess died, what was the aura that she was filled with? Resentment, hatred, anger, despair, sadness... It seems that maybe negative emotions or energized negative emotions are the key"!
Punk finally came to a conclusion secretly!
End of this Chapter
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