"Hey, hey, Sai'an, why did you make such a big noise again? And the tar is being made everywhere. You guy doesn't understand the true meaning of hunting at all, okay?"

Sensing that the soul of the tar beast had completely disappeared, Kane rushed back to the battlefield with a smile, ignoring the mess on the battlefield, Kane's mouth still couldn't stop as usual:

"The so-called hunting is an art. Do you understand it? A cautious hunter hides in the dense forest, finds the right time, attacks like a cheetah, kills with one blow, and tastes the blooming of blood. That is a qualified hunting."

"Gaga, agree!Gaga".

Maybe I hate the "tar rain" that is still falling from the clouds. The magic crow vector, who has been following the orders of punk for a while, has quickly answered a conversation.

"Shut up, vector"!

Unfortunately, Punk, who has no humorous cells, does not want to bicker with Kane. He doesn't like a chirping crow screaming next to his ears, so the vector's complaint only received a new command of "3 days forbidden to speak".

Punk ignored the knight who was carefully following Kane's smiling and smiling face and walked towards the tar beast king's corpse. For a spellcaster who was sprinting towards the legend, every little time was very precious. After defeating this master-level magic creature with no difficulty, Punk would rather start "filthy prediction" as soon as possible to find the position of the "No. 3" Son of God instead of bickering with the boring Kane.

Therefore, Punk, who did not answer Kane's question at all, said indifferently to the idle Knight:

"If you have time to talk nonsense, why not hurry up and make the neat piles of gravel over there a little mess. We have wasted enough time. The five Sons of God have just found two of them now."

Speaking a little unhappy, Punk began to dismantle the huge corpse of the tar beast king. Compared to the stereotypical Eye of Judgment, the filthy bird always prefers a chaotic show when appearing. If you just use the "filthy premonition" to arrange the venue with a more chaotic layout, you will have the opportunity to get a little "trail" news provided by the filthy bird, then why not do it?

Seeing that Punk was not interested in the atmosphere as always, Kane, who was bored, also curled his lips and stopped talking nonsense. Kane, who also understood the importance of time, soon began to seriously destroy the already insane battlefield. After all, there were not many corpses here like the previous city. In order to make the appearance of the projection of the filthy bird projection a little "chaotic" and he could only plow the sludge and gravel floor everywhere.

The two master-level powerful men were still very fast in destruction. In less than a few minutes, a most chaotic summoning venue was arranged. The serious mage who had already recovered all his magic power also stood on the pile of minced meat composed of the tar beast king's corpse and carefully constructed a spell model.

Since using "filth premonition" three times, Punk is already familiar with this spell. It only takes about a second to build a simple but extremely strange spell model. With the injecting of a large amount of magic power by punk, a dirty aura full of chaos and evil began to slowly take shape in the air.

Finally, the disgusting and chaotic dirty colors that make people feel in the soul alone finally condensed into the form of a big bird in the tar rain curtain. The chaotic aura that wandered around also formed an irregular whirlwind. The sky in the center of the tar swamp was soaked in pure "malice". The dripping rain curtain seemed to be the crying and cry of this swamp!

There is no doubt that under the communication and summoning of spells, a projection of the filthy bird's consciousness... has arrived!

"This is... Eye of Judgment? I smelled the disgusting smell of Eye of Judgment. Damn, why haven't you removed this annoying guy yet?"!

Like the last time, the aura of the Eye of Judgment on Punk who had just arrived was immediately perceived by the projection of consciousness of the filthy bird. It was obvious that the filthy bird used chaos to dislike and even hate all orders. When the filthy bird was aware of the Eye of Judgment, Punk could see that the sinister smile of the Eye of Judgment on Punk had suddenly turned into gloomy displeasure.

Soon, the projection of the filthy bird, like a dirty cloud, turned its attention to the summoner of punk, and its blood-red eyes said hysterically:

"Ant, it's you again, yes! The great filthy bird remembers you, chaos always remembers any fellow who is involved in chaos. Have you come to ask for help from me again? And... with that disgusting contract with the Eye of Judgment"?

The slightly threatening nature brought the huge cloud-like face close to Punk. When the "Eye of Judgment" was mentioned again, the anthropomorphic bird's face even showed unconcealed anger on the face of the filthy bird.

But even in the strange aura of the filthy bird, Punk's expression remained unchanged as ever. He did not answer the question of the filthy bird. The calm mage just said calmly to the projection of the filthy bird indifferently:

"Dear Lord of the Devil Bird, in the name of chaos, I hope to get your help. We need to know the position of the third Son of God, and your infinite power will become my clearest beacon…..."!

"Shut up, ant"!

The filthy bird is truly the moody Lord of Chaos. It seemed that it was still expecting the punk answer in the last second and suddenly became furious the next second. The terrifying clouds of dirty energy rushed and rushed on its body, and the raging evil aura even began to make everyone present feel cold.

Once again, the filthy bird looked down at the punk sharply below and asked:

"How dare you ignore my question? Do you know what great existence I am? I am the omnipotent Lord of Chaos. How dare you talk to me again and again with the contract of the Eye of Judgment"!

The sound of the filthy bird is extremely high, and this strange tone seems to reach the deepest part of anyone's mind without any medium. Even under the protection of fifteen layers of magic protection, Punk still inevitably feels that when the filthy bird roars angryly, the tingling pain in his brain is coming.

But Punk did not have any unnecessary reaction. He just quietly watched the projection of the filthy bird consciousness flying in the air. From beginning to end, after asking questions he needed to understand, Punk did not say anything more.

The filthy bird's anger was undoubtedly real. In the air, it stared at Punk in the air with its blood-red pupils for a minute! But in the end, the projection of one of the only two powerful powers of the divine rank in the multiverse did not make any substantial moves, or... it had no ability to make any substantial moves at all.

In fact, just about a minute passed, the filthy bird's attitude suddenly calmed down without warning, and even... its calmness was more abrupt and unnatural than its rage.

Flying closer to the punk again, the filthy bird, who was still hysterical just now, had no sign of getting angry. It was seen that it restrained all its madness at an unbelievable speed, and had recovered from the gloomy and weird filthy bird, but said to Punk Youyou in a slightly helpless tone:

"Very good... Very good, little guy! Following that ancient, damn contract, the great Lord of Chaos will still give you the answers you need, and not only that, I - the generous and filthy bird also decided to give you some small "information" without any grudges. Glad, cheer, thank you in all your heart, you sad bugs who are fearless because of ignorance"!

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