Bi Lan covered her mouth tightly with her white jade hand so that she didn't cry, what did she see, was it the most terrifying hallucination? It was not Kang Kai who came out of the White Tower, but Punk!

The figure in the black robe held a turquoise staff in one hand and Kang Kai's head in the other, and walked towards the three people waiting outside the White Tower as if he was idle, Kang Kai's torn neck was still dripping blood, and his coagulated face was expressionless with endless shock and helplessness.

Kang Kai is dead, and the one who swore to fight evil to save everyone is dead, dead at the hands of Punk.

"How is that possible, this ...... Why did it become like this............

Tears slid down the girl's face, dripping down to the white neck, no matter how much Bi Lan couldn't believe it, how she said to herself, "It's just a nightmare, it's not true", couldn't change the cruel truth in front of her.

Her so-called good did not triumph over evil, and in this battle, the punk triumphed!

"No, no, you evil mage, you actually ...... Actually killed Lord Kangkai!"

Dichido raised his fist and rushed angrily at Punk, but as soon as he rushed in front of Punk, he was easily pushed away by the deflection position, and then fell to the ground with his head on his head, and his white robe was also soaked in the mud on the ground!

"What, surprised"?

Punk indifferently glanced at the angry Kangkai, the sad Bilan, and the silent Taran, and then said the extremely cold words with an expressionless face:

"What kind of intelligence would make you believe in knights who fool children, what kind of ignorance would make you think that a stupid ranger can defeat a prepared mage, what kind of stupidity would make you have the guts to wait here............ Have no fear"?

"Shut up, Master Kang Kai is not stupid at all, he taught us what true kindness is, even if I am weak now, but sooner or later, one day, I will become stronger, and then avenge Teacher Kang Kai............"

"Whew!!"

With a piercing sound, Dichido's words came to an abrupt end, and his speech was not finished, and never will be.

Blood spilled from the corners of Dikido's mouth, and he slowly lowered his head, unbelievably seeing a translucent hand of energy pierce his chest, clenching the powerful blood-red heart.

"Phew!!"

The punk's movements did not stop because of Dikido's shock, he mercilessly manipulated the mage's hand and pulled it hard, and in the next moment, Dikido's heart was pulled out of his chest, the sound of arterial veins breaking was clearly audible, the bloody blood vessels wriggled and contracted like a rubber band that had been broken, and a red heart was still beating in vain in the palm of the mage's hand.

A large amount of blood stained Dikido's robes red, and in the light of the morning sun, the young man's pupils slowly dilated, and his thin body fell heavily in a pool of blood.

"Maybe a vow I once said gave you such courage, but I'm afraid you don't know that I never cared about or wanted to care about such a thing.

By the way, I never believed in any gods, including that stupid goddess of magic."

With that, the punk crushed Dikido's heart, allowing the squeezed minced flesh to fall to the ground, slowly wriggling in the blood-stained sludge.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the flowers fell.........

Bilan watched with a vacant look at Dichido being ripped out of her heart by the punk. Then he fell to the ground like a damaged puppet, leaving only his hands and feet twitching unconsciously, and only his delicate face slowly turned pale.

"No, no, no, ah, it's not true, it's not true, it's not ............true, it's not

At the moment when Dichido was pierced through his body, Biran seemed to hear the sound of shattering in her heart, and the pain was countless times stronger than the "secondary pain", as if it instantly tore apart every inch of the girl's soul.

Bilan staggered to the side of Dichido's corpse, she knelt on the blood-soaked ground, her trembling jade hands tried in vain to fill the hole that kept bleeding outward, she gently held the young man's cold face, feeling her lover's corpse gradually cold, and tears could not stop falling.

Bilan cried, howling, crying like a newborn baby, crying like a war beast wandering in the cold, helpless, confused.

A day before, she had been blissful, and a day later, all her happiness had turned into a cold corpse, and there was no longer a trace of warmth.

Despair, sadness, pain, helplessness, countless pains and coldness wrapped the girl in layers, like maggots attached to the bones in every corner of her bone marrow.

At this moment, the girl saw the whole world collapse in front of her.

No matter how desperate and sad Bilan's crying is, Punk's heart never fluctuates at all.

"Although you do seem sad, I have to inform you of two bad news, one is that this little boy's faith is not enough for him to enter the kingdom of God, so now the river of fate may have completely swallowed him, and the other is - I will transform you into the core soul of Golem II, you are destined to be unable to accompany him, but this may not be bad, at least I will erase your emotions, right?"

Punk said without heaving his tone, and at the same time took out a crystal clear magic gem from the storage ring, and then unhurriedly prepared the soul extraction spell.

But Biran, who had been crying, seemed to have no reaction to everything, as the so-called mourning is greater than heart death, and from the moment Dikido died, everything was completely indifferent to Bilan.

"Official-level alchemy spells are in—secondary soul extraction"

Biran's soul was easily extracted from the gem. From the beginning to the end, the girl did not react in any way except crying.

The "corpse" of Bilan, who had been drained of his soul, fell on Dichido's body, and his beautiful face was nestled against the boy's chest, and both of them seemed to have just fallen asleep, but there was no more ups and downs of breathing.

Punk calmly put the gem away, then turned to look at the silent Taran.

"It's your turn............

Punk stared at the tearful eyes of the Taran and said flatly, as if he was simply stating an ordinary everyday fact and asking "Have you eaten?"

After hearing the "facts" stated by Punk, Taran slowly walked up to Punk, her delicate little leather shoes were loud, her golden ponytail fluttered in the wind, she tilted her head and asked softly:

"If I say I've been in love with you since we first met, wouldn't the esteemed punk let the little girl go"?

"Unfortunately, not really"!

Punk's reply was very blunt, and he gently rested his staff on Taran's head, the emerald green head of the staff and his golden hair contrasting with each other.

"So, is there a chance that I will be your help after I die?"

Feeling a cold energy injected into his mind, and his vision gradually blurred, he asked the last question faintly.

"There should be"!

Punk replied indifferently, and in the next moment, the powerful magic instantly pulled out the soul of the girl in front of him.

"In this way, I am satisfied............"

With the girl's last murmur, a teardrop slowly slipped down............