"Quack, look at these stinky sheep-headed people, I hate the smell of them, although I like to taste mutton, but ...... That's right, sure enough, I still hate sheep-headed people, quack."

Just after the sheep-headed chief left the basement, the peculiar crow that had been standing on Thorsend's shoulder actually spoke, and as soon as he spoke, he complained mercilessly, and at the same time he couldn't stop fanning his wings in front of his head, which undoubtedly made the crow look very human.

"Hehehehe, okay, vector, these sheep-headed people are very good helpers, maybe they are useless in real battles, but it is because of their existence that they can attract those stupid professionals of the good camp."

Thorsender laughed sinisterly at the grumble of the crow on his shoulder, but by this time the old man's laughter had not been as kind as it had spoken to Prince Dick, and his hoarse guttural voice made his laughter look like a bellows that was about to break.

Standing up slowly with his staff, Thorsend casually kicked the ugly statue at his feet as he walked to the laboratory table on the other side of the room, continuing to the crow called "Vector" as he walked:

"Well, this Nightmare Sect I created is kind of useful, except for the most important thing that can help me find precious test items...... It can also easily enslave a group of idiot sheep-headed people, and with the mystery of the cult, it can also attract adventurers who don't know whether they are alive or dead, hehehe, and soon three more guys will be sent to the door themselves."

"Quack, is it~~ Next, these sheep-headed people are going to attack a kingdom for your ethereal demon god, although this is just a small kingdom in the middle of nowhere, but is it really good to look like such a fanfare, it seems that those good god churches who are busy competing with the legendary organization every day have begun to pay attention to here, quack"!

Vector said as he moved his little head, and during this time he glanced disdainfully at Southend, who had a sinister smile on his face, and it seemed that this guy was very unfavorable about Southend's behavior.

However, Southend was obviously indifferent to this, and when he talked about the Church of the Good God, the old man's eyes suddenly flashed with undisguised disgust and madness:

"The Church of the Good God?hehe! I admit that they are indeed "always late but never absent", but it doesn't matter, I am ready to advance, I will become a great legendary powerhouse after this research, and when the time comes, it will be a big deal to change the plane and hide, even the church of the Lord of the Dawn will no longer be able to pose a threat to me, what am I afraid of? I am Thorsend-Jace, I have seen the legendary future beckoning to me, hehehe, hahahaha"!

As he spoke, Southend's voice turned into hysterical laughter, and with his laughter, a large number of strange black-red magic began to rage throughout the laboratory, and these magic powers were mixed with a large amount of abyssal energy, and the terrifying magic riot was also filled with chaos that Southend's own could not contain.

"Quack, has the effect of the medicine passed again, this guy is really enough, although there are many crazy people in the legendary powerhouse, but they all seem to have gone crazy after advancing to the legend, can the guy who went crazy in advance really advance to the legend, quack."

Helplessly watching Thorsend's hysterical laughter, the magic crow shook his head disdainfully, and at the same time, he didn't know when an extra pale cyan potion filled with green foam appeared in his paws.

Without stopping too long, Vector plunged the injection directly into Southend's neck:

"Quack, wake up, my master, your enemies are about to kill."

The needle was rudely pierced directly into Thorsend's artery by the magic crow, and with the pressure circle set on the needle, a large amount of liquid medicine was injected into Thorsend's body almost instantly.

With the sound of the empty medicine bottle falling to the ground, Sosend, who abruptly stopped his laughter, also fell to the ground and coughed loudly:

"Ahem, ahem, really...... Ahem, it's really troublesome, the effectiveness of the No. 7 potion is also declining, ahem, ahem...... Sure enough, these things are all palliative, not cure, cough cough."

Thorsend coughed loudly with all his strength as if he was about to cough up his lungs, and furrowed his eyebrows vigorously.

The old man who had just woken up from his madness didn't look like a startled nineteenth-level peak master-level powerhouse at all, and now he looked even weaker than just now.

"Quack, my master, can you really do it in this state? Not to mention the legend's promotion that can be called ten deaths, you will have to face the challenge of three master-level powerhouses next, not a vector I am not optimistic about you, but ...... Quack quack, I'm not going to say anything"!

As he flew to the ground and picked up the empty medicine bottle, Vector questioned Southend in a faint tone, and the only sound in the laboratory now except for the sound of his flapping wings was Southend's heavy bellows-like breathing.

However, Sotholdrd apparently did not agree with the magic crow's taunt, and he gasped as he struggled to prop the staff up from the ground:

"Hehe, my state is really not very good, but there is no way, the current time can no longer tolerate the old man to continue to hesitate, my lifespan may not even be able to support ten years, and my soul transformation still needs more abyss energy containing the power of the law, and I also need more souls of master-level powerhouses as sacrifices............ Damn, the soul of the sheep-headed shaman could still be used to fill the number, but now that fool has been killed............ Thankfully, the arrival of three master-level powerhouses fills the void, and I still have hope of finishing my research before my lifespan runs out. ”

As he spoke, a frenzied joy appeared on Thorsend's face again:

"Hehehehe, the three master-level powerhouses who came to this wild desert at this time are gifts from God, that's right, they must all stay here, my legendary road can no longer wait."

"As for the ............ of the battle"

When it came to fighting, a flash of sharp blood flashed in Southend's narrowed eyes:

"I've heard what is happening in the Howth Mountains, old man, where Ovacin and the pursuer from the Thoughts of Truth are both missing............ Hehehe, so that the identities of the two guests in the desert have been confirmed, and I believe that their enmity will save me a lot of trouble."

"And......... The gorgeous trap has been prepared, and our Lesser Lord must have been impatient for a long time............"

Carefully unveiling the magic circle shrouded in the magic curtain on the test bench, Thorsend's face distorted like a demon under the glow of blood.

"Am I right, old man, Mademoiselle Zola?"

As the curtain was lifted, the hidden situation on the bench was revealed.

At this moment, scarred all over her body, her shoulder blades pierced by powerful magic chains, and she was bound to the center of the experimental bench in a kneeling position, and the "sacrifice" was none other than the sixteenth-level master-level female ranger-Zola.