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Chapter 433: Southend.
"Quack, look at these stinky sheepheads, I hate the sorrowful taste on them, although I like to taste lamb, but...yes, sure enough, I still hate sheepheads, quack".
Just after the Sheephead Chief left the basement, the strange crow that had been standing on Southend’s shoulders actually opened his mouth, and when he spoke, he complained mercilessly. While quacking complaining, it couldn’t stop using its wings. Fanning back and forth in front of his head, this action undoubtedly makes the crows look very humane.
"Hahahaha, okay, vector, these sheepheads are very good helpers, maybe they are of no use in real battles, but it is precisely because of their existence that they can attract those kind-hearted idiot professionals."
Hearing the complaint of the crow on his shoulder, Southend laughed sinisterly, but at this time, the old man’s laughter no longer had the kindness of talking to Prince Dick. The hoarse throat made him feel bad. The laughter seemed like a broken bellows.
Slowly standing up with his staff, Southend kicked off the ugly statue at his feet and walked to the experiment platform on the other side of the room. While walking, he continued to say to the crow called the "vector":
"Well, the nightmare sect I created is quite useful. In addition to helping me find the most precious test product, it can easily enslave a group of idiot sheepheads and rely on the cult. The mystery of this will also attract adventurers who do not know whether to live or die, ha ha ha, three more guys will come to the door by themselves in the near future."
"Quack, aren't they~~ Now these sheepheads are going to attack a kingdom for your ethereal demon god. Although this is only a small kingdom in a remote place, is it really good to be so fanciful? It seems that those days The Church of the Good Gods, which is busy competing with the legendary organization, has begun to pay attention to this place, quack"!
Vector said while moving his small head. During this time, it also glanced at Southend with a sinister smile. It seemed that this guy was very unhappy about Southend's behavior.
However, Southend was obviously indifferent to this. When talking about the Church of the Good God, the old man's eyes suddenly flashed with undisguised disgust and madness:
"The Church of the Good Gods? Hahahaha! I admit that they are indeed "always late but never absent", but it does not matter. I am ready to advance. After this research, I will become a great legendary powerhouse. When the time comes, it’s a big deal to hide in another plane. Even the Lord’s Church can no longer pose a threat to me. What is terrible about me? I’m Southend-Jess, and I’ve seen the legendary future coming. I beckoned, ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
As he spoke, Southend’s voice turned into hysterical laughter, and with his laughter, a large number of weird black and red magic powers began to raging violently throughout the laboratory, and these magic powers were mixed. A large amount of abyssal energy and terrifying magical riots were therefore full of chaos that Southend could not restrain himself.
"Quack, is the effect of the medicine gone again? This guy is really enough. Although there are many lunatics among the legendary powerhouses, they seem to go mad after being promoted to the legend. The guys who go crazy in this way can really be promoted to the legend. Well, quack".
Looking helplessly at Southend’s hysterical laugh, the Magic Crow Vector shook his head contemptuously, and at the same time he didn't know when a light blue potion filled with green foam appeared in his paws.
Without staying too much, Vector directly stuck the injection into Southend’s neck:
"Quack, wake up, my master, your enemy is about to kill the door."
The injection was rudely plunged directly into Southend’s artery by the magic crow. With the pressure array set on the injection, a large amount of liquid medicine was injected into Southend’s body almost instantly.
With the sound of the empty medicine bottle falling to the ground, Southend, who stopped his laughter abruptly, also fell on the ground and coughed loudly:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Southend coughed loudly with the strength to cough up his lungs, and frowned vigorously.
The old man who had just awakened from his madness did not look like a horrified 19th-level pinnacle master-level expert. Now he looks even weaker than before.
"Quack, my master, can you really do it in this state? Let's not talk about the legendary promotion that can be called ten deaths and deaths. Next, you will have to face the challenge of three masters. It’s not a vector. I’m not optimistic about you, but...quack, I won’t say anything.
While flying to the ground to pick up the empty medicine bottle, Vector questioned Southend in a faint tone. The only sound in the laboratory now except for the sound of flapping its wings is Southend's breath as heavy as a bellows.
But Sothusander obviously did not agree with the ridicule of the magic crow. He breathed and breathed as he tried to prop up the staff from the ground:
"Hehe, my condition is really not very good, but there is no way. The time now does not allow the old man to continue to hesitate. I am afraid that my life span will not last even ten years, but my soul needs more transformation. The abyssal energy that contains the power of law, I still need more souls of master-level powerhouses as sacrifices...Damn, the soul of the original sheephead shaman can be used to recharge, but now that idiot is unexpectedly Was killed... But fortunately, the arrival of three master-level powerhouses filled the vacancy, and I still hope to complete my research before my life is exhausted."
As he spoke, there was once again a touch of joy carrying fanaticism on Southend’s face:
"Hehehehe, the three masters who came to this raging desert at this time are gifts from heaven. That's right, they must all stay here. My legendary road can no longer wait any longer." .
"As for fighting..."
Speaking of fighting, a sharp blood flashed through Southend’s narrowed eyes:
"Old man, I have heard of what happened on the Hoth Mountains. The Ovakin and the pursuers from the Truth Thinking over there are both missing...hehehe, this way to the desert. The identities of the two guests here have been confirmed, and I believe their enmity will save me a lot of trouble."
"And... the gorgeous trap is also ready, our sub-lord must have already been impatient..."
Carefully uncovered the magic circle on the experimental platform, which was shrouded in magical curtains. Under the radiance of blood, Southend's face appeared distorted like a demon.
"You said I was right, old man, Miss Zola."
As the curtain opened, the hidden situation on the experimental platform was also revealed to Southend.
At this moment, her body was full of scars, and her shoulder blades were penetrated by a powerful magic chain and tied to the center of the experimental platform in a kneeling position. The "sacrifice" was indeed the 16th-level master female ranger-Zola.
End of this Chapter
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