"There are part of the people who see each other. I almost lost my life in order to kill this old sheep man. I must have one of my spoils. Besides, we have such a strong relationship, so it is too unauthoritable to keep the spoils privately..."

Seeing Punk find two or three rough-made gems from the crushed sand, Kane, who had just emerged from the ancestral spirit's corpse, immediately came over impatiently.

The gems that Punk found were obviously the storage rings of the Sheep-headed Shaman. Of course, this may also be a storage necklace, but both the ring and the necklace are just a carrier. The core of the storage function is these magic gems.

Perhaps Kane did make great efforts in this battle. According to general rules, he deserves to receive a valuable spoil, but the most critical problem now is that the spoils are all in the hands of punk.

"I have to tell you that this sheep-headed shaman is very poor. He seems to have only some dried fruits. If you want them, I will give them all, so I don't need to thank me."

After pouring all the dried fruits in the Sheephead Shaman's storage ring on the sand as if nothing had happened, Punk immediately put away the gems himself.

Of course, the sheep-headed shaman is a master-level strongman at least. It is impossible for his storage ring to be only a pile of shoddy fruits as Punk said. In fact, Punk has found a lot of valuable spoils, such as many magic materials unique to the desert, some broken low-level magic items, and... the sleeping demon insect mother insect!

Among them, the sleeping demon insects are undoubtedly the most valuable thing. Although punk doesn’t like the attack power of demon insects, the characteristics of these demon insects give Punk some inspiration for improved spells. If there is a demon insect mother, Punk is confident that he will be able to research something. At least there should be no problem in completing the magical improvement of the "soul-eating worm".

The value of these spoils is not low at all. It would be very considerable to return to the Truth Thought and exchange it for a redemption point. However, Punk did not share the idea with Kane at all. He took away all the storage rings that had a little value, and then threw down a pile of rotten fruits to fool Kane.

"It's really just these... rotten fruits"?

Looking at the dry fruits on the ground blown by sand and dust, Kane's face was completely filled with a look of "You are fooling the dead".

"It's really just these rotten fruits"!

Faced with Kane's obvious distrustful look, Punk was still as calm as ever. He might not be as rude as Kane's words, but it would be fine if he didn't stutter at all without any emotional fluctuations.

Of course, just as punk would not believe Kane's rhetoric, Kane could not believe punk's words, but now whether he believes it or not, punk cannot give him any valuable things. There is no doubt that there is no need to doubt this. Looking at punk's cold pupils, Kane also read out the meaning of punk very clearly:

"Want to spoils? OK, start fighting, whatever spoils you win will belong to you!"

After shaking the rifle in his hand, Kane finally gave up his plan to fight helplessly.

As a knight who has been wandering on the edge of life and death for many years, Kane has strong enough intuitive ability. He can foresee that if he really fights with punk now, it might be fine to escape by himself, but it is basically impossible to win.

There is no way, this is the case with catching equipment. If you are quick and slow, you will have to suffer the loss of this mute even if Kane is unhappy.

"Well, my old friend, you guy has not changed at all... No matter what, our battle is now won. It's too disappointing to have only some dried fruits as spoils. It's better to......"

The fighting spirit in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and Kane returned to his cheerful voice. However, when it comes to celebration, the knight in golden armor aimed his spear at a messy sheep-headed tribe. Under the sunlight, a cold light flashed across the tip of Kane's spear.

"Let's go and loot this tribe. It's a large tribe with a population of 60,000 or 70,000 people. The magic materials will be more or less collected. Moreover...... The soul quality of the sheep-headed man is no lower than that of ordinary humans. It's rare to collect so many souls."

Kane, who said something to the punk smiled and said something, was still as cheerful as ever. In the bright sunshine, the knight's golden hair and the golden light on his armor shone together. Standing on the same golden desert, Kane was like a hero about to go on a battle. It is probably hard for anyone to think that the "journey" he proposed was to massacre a large tribe without any ability to resist.

Without thinking much, Punk agreed to Kane's decision.

As Kane said, the souls of intelligent creatures such as Sheepheads are still valuable if there are many souls. Moreover, Sheepheads are generally considered to be a biological race belonging to the evil camp. Even if a large group of Sheepheads are killed, they will not attract good-natured professionals to come to cause trouble.

not to mention…………

Punk could not ignore the "demon god" mentioned by the sheephead shaman. Although there is nothing to be afraid of a secondary lord in the abyss alone, it would be more troublesome if the sect appeared with the power transmitted by the secondary lord as the core. Especially this sheephead shaman could actually use the abyss energy to infect the tribe's ancestors so blatantly. This undoubtedly means that this tribe that lives in the tens of thousands of sheepheads has been full of crazy beliefs.

A group of mad believers may not have any destructive power, but they are definitely annoying enough. If you don’t want to be entangled endlessly, Punk thinks it’s better to clean up these potential madmen.

Looking at Kane standing on a small sand dune with high fighting spirit, Punk couldn't help but squint his eyes. He could be sure that Kane must have some other purpose. Now, Punk is inevitably curious about Kane's purpose.

"Forget it, it's just a sheep-headed tribe without resistance. Anyway, I won't be able to catch up with Ovakine for a while, so I don't care about this waste of time now."

Thinking of this, Punk turned around and looked at the Sheephead Tribe like Kane. The spell to create a large-scale killing was slowly brewing on Punk's emerald green stick.
Chapter completed!