Chapter 258 Breath

The mad paladin was dealt with neatly. His pious belief and violent belief could not stop the punk's kinetic energy from exploding. Now, the paladin who was shining like a little sun just now has turned into a pile of Minced meat from metal shards, some of which had blood spurting across the faces of his two companions who were stunned.

Seeing that Punk's face was completely covered by shadows, his expression was as indifferent as if he had slapped a mosquito to death. The greedy mage MiG wiped the sticky liquid on his face mechanically.

He saw the blood red on his hands, and his body trembled more and more violently, finally, MiG finally collapsed.

"No, let me go, I don't want to die"!

With a pale complexion, he let out a scream that was louder than a woman, then turned around and ran staggeringly towards the jungle, and the female stalker beside him reacted in the same way.

Both adventurers knew intellectually that Punk wouldn't let him go, that they couldn't escape a master spellcaster, and now, these two desperate adventurers were all about running and panicking. It's just a sign of collapse.

Seeing the 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."

These two guys guessed right. When the paladin rushed up, the three adventurers were classified as dead by punk. Now the mad paladin has turned into pieces of meat, and the punk leader plans to Developing quietly, he doesn't want to provoke the Church of Dawn at all, so now he is going to silence the witnesses.

Naturally, there was nothing to say about the two guys who couldn't even reach the official level. Punk casually fired a "kinetic energy blast" between the two fleeing adventurers.

The terrifying lavender shock wave of the spell directly crushed the mage and the female stalker who wanted to stop and beg for mercy.

Seeing the blood dripping all over the place, Punk nodded in satisfaction, now even a "limited wishing technique" at the peak of the master level can't save these three idiots.

"It's such a troublesome thing... By the way, do I count as a hero saving the beauty?"

Punk set fire to the bloody flesh on the ground, and then threw the harpy with a broken wing on the scorched ground.

He half squatted down and looked at the poor harpy curled up in the only remaining wings, and said to himself playfully.

This harpy seems to be quite in line with human aesthetics. Except for the wings on the back, the harpy only needs to have claws covered with feathers on its legs, and the other parts are just ordinary female human bodies. Wearing some animal skins as a cover up and down, she is still a beauty with her exquisite figure and pretty face.

But... the soul of this thing is not beautiful at all.

Punk quietly released a "Master Psychic Spell - Mind Listening" and he clearly heard the voice of the harpies.

Harpy Ke, who was indirectly rescued by Punk, didn't have the slightest thought of being grateful. In fact, this guy was full of thoughts about revenge.

The harpies who crawled on the ground and screamed lightly and pitifully looked pitiful, but her voice was full of fanaticism and paranoia:

"Oh, God, what a beautiful face this is, what smooth skin this is, this is definitely the most beautiful boy in the world, this kind of beauty is only worthy of the supreme priestess, I want to bring him Go back, take him back early, and dedicate it to the supreme priestess, I must, I will be rewarded, the highest reward! I will never allow anyone to hinder me, never allow it!"

With the emotional agitation, the expression of this harpy gradually became a little ferocious, and not only that, Punk also keenly discovered that the "weird breath" entwined around her became active, which was originally a little The lifeless aura seemed to be slowly waking up, and they began to merge with the Harpy, becoming more and more inseparable.

"This is really interesting. Could it be that these auras can affect reason and make this harpies paranoid? Or amplify evil desires?"

Punk didn't care about the monster's crazy thoughts, and now he was very interested in the aura of the harpies.

Punk also wants to test this banshee, he plans to see how strong the "Master Priestess" behind this guy is, if there is no accident... Punk plans to take a trip to this harpy colony have a look.

"Hello, beautiful lady, you look badly hurt, do you want me to escort you back to your colony"?

Punk tried his best to put on a gentle and sunny look and said to the Harpy.

Hearing Punk's request to escort her to the colony, the Harpy, who was planning how to bring Punk to the "Master Priestess", flashed an unconcealable ecstasy in her eyes:

"Great, mighty warrior, I have lost my wings, and if I don't help, I will be eaten by cruel beasts when night falls. Now I really don't know how to thank you."

"Haha...you're welcome, thank you, but you seem to be seriously injured. Is there anyone in your tribe who can treat you? If it doesn't work, why don't you go to a town for treatment? I think you can find a priest or two there. ".

After Punk laughed dryly, he began to test the strength of the Harpy group. Originally, he didn't want to get into the theme so quickly, but Punk is really not good at acting enthusiastic teenagers, so he might as well find a way to ask them out.

"If this guy doesn't say anything, he can only try torture!"

Punk thought secretly.

He didn't want to use "memory reading", the most convenient spell, because the aura lingering in the harpies was too weird. Punk's intuition told him that it was best to avoid any soul, heart or thinking with this aura as much as possible. s contact.

His intuition has always been trustworthy, so Punk simply and neatly gave up the option of directly using spells to detect the memory of the Harpy. Although the aura seemed weak and thin, Punk did not dare to detect the existence that he could not detect. Underestimated.

Fortunately, the harpy seemed to be afraid that Punk would not go to her tribe. When she heard Punk said that she would be sent to a human town for treatment, she quickly shook her head and refused:

"Don't worry, the priestess in our tribe is omnipotent, no matter what injury or illness, it can be cured."

The harpy proudly boasted how great and omnipotent her boss was. Those who knew it knew she was talking about a harpy priest, but those who didn't know might think she was praising a great god.

Not only that, but the harpies took out a feather for display as if she was afraid that the punk would not believe it:

"Look, this is the feather that the priestess left me, even if there is only one feather, those monsters will tremble with fear"!

The feather she took out was full of coercive energy, and the pale golden inscription shone brilliantly in the sun, and the level of energy fluctuations on it was... just the official level!

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