Samoan was a mad cult of evil gods, and even though the goddess of darkness he served had actually been transformed into a non-self-aware divine machine long ago due to the erosion of the priesthood, it obviously did not prevent the mad devout from offering their faith to their gods.

According to the doctrine once formulated by the dark god, the dark cultists succumb to the threat of the enemy is the most cowardly and intolerable manifestation, so even though the current Morning Star Priest has been targeted at his head by the Radiant Moon powerhouse using a Radiant Moon-level spell that represents death and fall, the Dark Archbishop, whose eyes are trembling with fear, still restrains the instinctive fear of death of normal creatures with his crazy faith and piety.

There was no need to hesitate or think at all, and in the next moment, Samoan directly went crazy and activated the divine energy in his soul, and he was now trying to add even a little trouble to the enemy with his self-explosion.

In fact, as early as the time this incomprehensible cleric received the warning with a smile, he was probably mentally prepared to defend the "supreme" majesty of the Dark Court by means of self-destruction!

"I am Samoan, the praiser of darkness, and I serve the goddess of darkness to sow evil on the earth, and the eternal night is destined to swallow the entire multiverse, and the deep night is destined to turn into the skirt of the gods and sweep the souls of all beings...... Come on, give me death, arrogant spellcaster, but your victory doesn't mean anything at all, my fall is nothing but a new journey, and you are destined to one day be silent forever in the dark, haha, hahahaha"!

"What an unreasonable madman, faith is just an epitaph for cowards to deceive themselves, and I didn't expect that even in the realm of the Morning Star, there would be idiots who would be fooled by "faith", it's really sad."

Bathed in the flow of wind energy set off by divine energy, feeling the waves and ethereal oceans erupting into turbulent waves because of the gathering of wind and clouds, and looking at Samoan's "Whisper of Destruction" that was pinched by the "majestic magic hand" with an expressionless face, but did not show any superfluous emotional color.

I saw that after a brisk wave of his hand, a dark black cone with a dim light shot out of Punk's hand, and in an instant, the "Cone of Destruction" of space and law that tore apart easily pierced the head of the immovable Morning Star Reverend.

So after the brains mixed with the soul fragments that burst into the sea water merged into the ocean current, the breath and energy that Samoan had just condensed to half came to an abrupt end.

Obviously, having lost half of his head and all of his soul, he had already fallen on this vast ocean of wavelisteners, and under the gaze of a Radiant Moon powerhouse, the lengthy "self-detonation" of the Morning Star Pro's prelude was just a helpless joke, and even before some crazy souls condensed enough energy to cause an explosion, a random Radiant Moon-level spell attack was enough to interrupt this sluggish explosion.

Of course, Samoan must have known that his so-called self-detonation could not actually achieve any effect, and his actions were just seeking to die as soon as possible, and now that he was pierced through his soul by a "cone of destruction", this guy who almost escaped was also able to get his wish............

"The damned fool is dead, so now......... O young god of weak divine power, will you also give your life for the faith of the undead as your predecessors did?"

A casual glance confirmed the death of the Morning Star Reverend, and the rather disappointed "Whisper of Destruction" was not too entangled in his own humble gains, after all, even if Samoan had a hard mouth and refused to say anything, but now the faint divine power "follower" who was staring at the corpse of the "senior" was trembling every muscle in his body would be so hard-mouthed?

The horror of death is always effective, and most living beings are destined to have no choice in the face of death, although the amount of information that a weak god can know is certainly not comparable to that of a powerful Morning Star priest, but how can that sentence come about?

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat, and a little intelligence is better than nothing.

Anyway, the punk doesn't expect his men to be able to bring him any valuable information or results anymore, so now Whisper of Doom has decided to take care of the intelligence gathering after the battle - since his teammates are so stupid, he has already taken care of everything that should and shouldn't, so it's not a little bit of intelligence work.

So he indifferently looked at the god Noodor who was full of fear in front of him, and at this moment, the dark golden eyes of the Radiant Moon Mage flashed coldly, and asked directly:

"Come on, tell me what you know about the Pantheon, how many great gods are there among the decision-making members of the Council of the Gods?How many people have you sent against me this time?What are the plans for Smile?Where did the Harvest Goddess and the Water Elemental Goddess who reported the whereabouts of my subordinates to the Pantheon go? I can see that you don't want to die, do you......... There is no way that worthless god of slaughter will come to save you, and now your life is in my hands."

The grim words are full of words, and the questions of "Whispers of Destruction" all point to the heart of the Pantheon's plan.

Although Punk doesn't know the art of interrogation or questioning, he believes that the most effective way to interrogate is to levitate a Radiant Moon-level spell, the Cone of Destruction, on the brains of his enemies, such as now, the faint god who has just witnessed the fall of a Morning Star priest and looks like sheer despair is about to be overwhelmed.

"I ...... I can tell you everything I know, but ...... But how do you guarantee that you won't kill me after I tell everything"?

"There is no guarantee! There is no need to guarantee, you obviously only have two paths to choose now, first: be killed by me immediately, you will definitely die! Second: tell me the information, I am in a better mood and may exchange you for some ransom with the guy who smiles, which path do you want to choose?"

“............”

Well, the so-called choice is actually no choice, I believe that in the face of "sooner or later" and "it will be over immediately", people with a slightly stronger desire to survive will choose the former, not to mention that the words of punk actually faintly give Noo a little more hope.

It must be admitted that "the greedy Radiant Moon Mage's so-called ransom with the hapless maiden god" is the only hope that this weak god has at present, even if this hope is combined with the title of "Legendary Slayer" that resounded across the multiverse of "Whispers of Destruction", but ...... Even a little hope is worth fighting for.