"Come out, who the hell are you"!

Staring at the door of the traffic pipe, which is slowly opening for passengers to get out of the car, the speed of the "Cone of Destruction" in Punk's hand has become faster and faster.

Although theoretically speaking, the little flying car that almost hit him just now is actually just a normal drive, and its super lethality is only slightly surprising because of the excessive speed and the abundance of laws, but who can guarantee that this "sudden guest" from the unknown is not a conspiracy arranged by the empress?

Of course, Whispers of Destruction also wondered if there would be a remnant of the legendary members of the Netherel civilization on the Moon of Machines, but if anyone did stay alone in this barren city for as many as 1.6 billion years...... I'm afraid the danger of this kind of guy should not be underestimated.

After all, it must be a free and easy thing for any professional with an identification code to enter and exit the Cyborg Moon, even if Netherel did leave a part of the "Legendary Level Staff" to guard the City of the Sleepless Watchers, would there really be normal people who would stupidly stay here and refuse to leave?

Answer...... Soon it will be revealed.

"Bang"!

The opaque pipes snapped open like an open skylight, and the silver-white hatch door full of metallic texture was also branded with dim lights, and in an instant, all the law fluctuations that could cause damage to low-level professionals had been absorbed by the magic matrix installed inside the orbital space, and a tall, thin-looking figure also maintained a very abnormal walking pace and walked down the speeding track step by step.

It was a young man dressed in a ragged robe that barely covered his body, and it was not difficult to tell from the little cumbersome patterns left over from his dirty clothes that he must have been beautiful and handsome a long, long time ago.

However, the power of the passage of time is too powerful and amazing, even if the clothes that this mysterious man once wore were magical equipment, now they are just a bunch of rags that are difficult to hide on the body, and if it weren't for the fact that he can vaguely feel the legendary aura emanating from the people wearing these "rags", he can't help but think that he has seen a caveman with a more artistic taste.

That's right, the young "caveman" who came out of the orbit of the flying car is a true legendary professional, and based on his soul fluctuations, it is known that he probably has at least twenty-six spell casting levels.

However, as a "legendary existence", the legendary mage who appeared in front of the two Huiyue "travelers" at this moment was obviously very mentally abnormal, because almost as soon as he discovered Punk and Kane, every muscle in his body shook violently, and the young man completely ignored the Huiyue-level spell in the hand of "Whisper of Destruction" and pounced violently:

"Hahahaha, that's great...... Great, someone is finally here! You're the ones sent by Ramkari, aren't you? It must be yes, right, the Kruttivig army has won, right? I know that my Kentianu's efforts must have paid off, and this city of sleepless watchers must have been reactivated, right? I've been here every day to finish my work, I've checked every set of power core operation lists more than 100 million times, I don't sleep, I'm improving, I can be sure that the maintenance work I'm doing is going to be flawless, that ...... I don't know why I don't remember a little, but Ketaroran's records must have all the data on my work?Did Mr. Ramkari send you here to take over the task?

“............”

"Bang"!

Of course, the cautious "Whisper of Destruction" could not easily make an enthusiastic and inexplicable "abnormal person" easily approach him, so before the young man who claimed to be Kentianu could take three steps with his strange steps and instantly release the "Hand of the Arcane", the caster directly pressed the random turning of his eyes against the metal track wall.

Suddenly, a resounding roar resounded through the narrow corridor, and the mad mage who had been treated badly seemed to suddenly become extremely emotionally unstable.

"Hell, hell, I'm the chief archmage of the Tiramus family, I'm the personal apprentice of Lord Obilandon, I'm the regional planner in charge of distributing the Trialist propaganda, and I've given everything for the immortal civilization of Netheril! Who are you? How can you do this to me? How dare you do this to me"!

Well, his pupils were dilated, his mental power was up and down, and the legendary mage named Kentiannu was obviously in a very abnormal trance state throughout his consciousness and mind, although he first ran all the way to Punk and asked a lot of questions, which seemed not only extremely enthusiastic but even a little flattering, but in fact, it was not difficult for anyone to see that this crazy mage was not so much "asking for answers" as "praying for answers".

With little need to perceive and check, Punk was almost certain that this young man who had popped out of nowhere had probably gone through several cycles between madness and sobriety, and now that this guy was a legendary pro who couldn't even remember the most basic concept of time, his explanations were as incoherent as a stammering troll.

There is no doubt that Kentianu is already completely insane, he has lost both his normal reason and the ability to judge the level of the aura of other creatures, and now he is firmly held down by a lilac "arcane demon hand", he doesn't even know how to release a spell,

At this moment, the "caveman" who is constantly struggling with his teeth and claws looks like an "archmage", he looks like the kind of drunken tramp that can be seen everywhere on the streets of the slums.

A poor man who is immersed in fantasy and is so afraid of reality that he would rather go crazy than come out............

"Where did this neurasis come from? Uncle Ben never knew there was such a thing on the Eye of Dorausch?"

Looking at the strange madman who was pounding the metal ground with his arm to make a dull sound, the Knight of the Radiant Moon, who had already pulled out his spear to gather his fighting spirit, looked really surprised.

Well, to be honest, the Mad Knight has experienced quite a few surprising things today, first the rhetoric of constructing the Empress's projection, then the unbelievable means of displacement displayed by punk, and now on the cyborg moon where he had sworn to be "empty", a big living person with obvious legendary level power has suddenly appeared.

The most outrageous thing is that the "instant killing gun" who has been in and out of the Eye of Dorausch at least dozens of times before has never seen this guy!

I have to admit that this matter is really a bit unpredictable now.