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The first thousand two hundred and ninety-eight chapters sacrifice

In less than a minute, Punk had already recovered from the absolute dying state to the "seriously injured" state. This recovery speed is due to the "Whisper of Destruction". As a professional's super soul level, as well as his precious healing potion, of course, the soul of the profession can be recovered quickly. Most people have to spend hundreds or thousands of years to recover after being injured in battle to disperse the various forces attached to the wounds of their souls. After all, whether it is a fighting qi attack or a spell, it will have an energy erosion effect that is difficult to dispel. This kind of "poison-coated" wound is the most troublesome and difficult to deal with, and damage caused by pure attacks like the Construct Queen is nothing.

In fact, although the current "Whisper of Destruction" seems to have no ability to cast spells, in fact, as long as he meditates and cultivates for up to ten minutes, he can perfectly restore his peak lossless state. The power of legendary pros is so powerful and incredible. As long as he is not killed on the spot, they have infinite possibilities.

Of course, punk's recovery speed is fast enough, and Kane's recovery is definitely not slow. Now, this powerful warrior who has lost his gun and armor and can only temporarily make the wreckage of the armor into an apron to cover his body has also recovered his ability to move. Now he is walking towards Ketarolan, whose glory is dim, and answered punk casually:

"Safe, my old friend, the terms of the contract that the Eye of Judgment can allow for establishment must exist. It is definitely okay for me to promise to solve the side effects. Now that Qutarolland is dead, it is not difficult to leave the central hall. Next, you take away your reward, I take away my wealth, and everyone will not interfere with each other. This is such a perfect cooperation."

He spoke arrogant words on his own, and his movements seemed a little stiff. The "Instant Killing Gun" was obviously still in a serious state of injury and did not forget to chat and secretly mock the caster who did not trust his spell caster. However, from his steps, this guy was useless because of his injuries and punk problems, because many blood mixed with soul energy slid from his intentionally controlled unhealed wounds. Soon, the Huiyue Knight, who had walked around the empress, seemed to have completed some mysterious magic circle.

No, strictly speaking, this pattern drawn using Kane's own blood is not a "magic array". It should be a very special sacrifice array. Ketarolan, who was placed in the center of the magic array, is the sacrifice of the Crazy Knight, and this time the sacrifice object was about to emerge.

That's right, it's not difficult to guess through the seven chaotic fireballs released by Kane in the battle. The object he sacrificed was one of the only two powerful gods in the multiverse today - the Defiled Bird!

"The Lord of the Dirty, the Incarnation of Absolute Chaos, the Source of All Evil, the Breakpoint of All Goodwill... The Great Mr. Dirt Bird, Lord of the Dirty, respond to my call from "Instant Killing Gun" Kane Bisadas! The soul of a powerful man of the Ray is your sacrifice, and a chaotic soul is your ally. Perform the agreement and reach cooperation, and it is time for now."

With excited eyes, he raised his arms as if the Crazy Knight was embracing evil and chaos, he had completed his ritual. At this moment, the surging mysterious power suddenly swept across the entire central hall like a whirlwind that rushed into the sky. Under the blowing and sweeping of these dark storms, an unknown seed planted by the Eye of Judgment in the depths of Punk's soul was also wiped out in an instant.

"The side effects of the Eye of Judgment contract... an extremely strange and strange seed. I don't know what the specific effect of this thing is, and it disappears... But there is no harm in being able to make your soul clean."

Silently feeling the perfectly cleaned soul, the punk expression was still as usual.

He now knows who Kane's other mysterious collaborator was besides Old Eman, but he was not surprised at all.

It's too normal, isn't it? A guy like Kane can only trade benefits with such weird guys.

Of course, the Mage Huiyue, who was in a dull mood, was not worried that the coming filthy bird would have any negative impact on him. After all, it was not him who started this sacrifice, and Kane, and the only sacrifice to sacrifice was Ketarolan. Although the filthy bird is the unquestionable true master of the law of "chaotic", the restrictions he was subjected to were even stronger than the shackles of the long river of fate. Even if there was any danger in this sacrifice, it would definitely be carried by the Crazy Knight himself. He just needed to watch the show quietly and wait to be taken out of the central hall.

The central hall is completely closed, and no one can open it except the Construct Queen. So whether it is Punk or Kane who wants to leave here is obviously going to land on the upcoming projection of the Bird of Defiled.

“…………”

"Is this your purpose? Kane, you are going to sacrifice this lady to the Lord of Chaos as a sacrifice? What a greedy and bold idea. You succeeded, yes, you succeeded as always......"

Looking desperately at the cold wind circling rapidly around her, no one knew what the Empress of the Constructed was. Even Kane could only see that she seemed to be using her last little strength to raise her face and tried to look at the Knight of the Rain Moon surrounded by darkness.

But unfortunately, Ketarolan's eyes could no longer see anything. The only impact she could receive was a chaotic haze and the deepest darkness...

"Kane Bisadas...I treat you as my best friend, I treat you as my only partner in this three billion years of lonely journey. I have always hoped that after breaking out of the cage, we can go and see many scenery in this city together... Although I expected this day to happen."

The soul gradually disappeared in the dark romance, and the consciousness completely lost its awakeness. Ketarolan seemed to be unable to distinguish her memories and reality. No one knew what she thought at this moment, but it was obvious that with the helpless death of the ancient throne of Yaori, both the happy yesterday and the sad day had lost their meaning.

Yes, she has made a powerful Knight of Huiyue, but she has not been able to make herself successful. Even the last words of the expiration are probably just useless nonsense for the current "instant killing gun"...

"Goodbye, Qutarolan, my mentor, my best friend, I will never forget that you gave me everything today, you helped the thin boy standing in the ridge of the fields, but in order to make my future more colorful, you should give your soul to me with compassion"!
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