So far, the performance of the female ranger is really strange to Punk Roar Kane, not only does she not show hysterical madness and chaos like ordinary cult believers, but even in the face of Punk and Kane's merciless ridicule, this ranger can still be calm and rational from beginning to end, without the slightest anger.

Although Punk knows that it doesn't mean that religious people are necessarily carried away by anger, it is not surprising that a powerful sect has one or two strong people who coexist with faith and reason, but ...... The contrast between a person from a cult who believes in demons and a sheep-headed shaman who is also in the same church is too great, not to mention that the terrifying chaotic abyssal energy is routinely caused by the extremely terrible soul pollution when they are absorbed as a source of power.

But look at the female ranger who shows no signs of anger now, where she looks like a cult fanatic, and now the punk can even be sure that the other party is not only not falling into a rage but thinking rationally, and the brilliance of wisdom flashing in those pupils will not deceive.

"Wait a minute, Abyssal Energy"?

As time passed, Punk's perception became deeper and deeper, and at this time, he finally discovered that the female ranger in front of him was incompatible with those cult fanatics:

"Where did the abyssal energy go? There is not the slightest trace of the use of abyssal energy on this guy's body, and this guy does not have that kind of ugly statue hanging on his waist, and there is no chaotic blood ornament on his body and face, can it be ...... How could this ranger believe in the devil but not touch the power of the abyss at all?How could it be, is this guy really a high-ranking member of the Nightmare Sect?"

After a covert search, the Punk Rangers discovered a number of things that were very different from the Cultists, such as the ugly demon statues that the other Cultists had carefully hung on their belts, but the Female Rangers did not! For example, other people are angry and involuntarily exude a large amount of abyssal energy, and the female ranger is not only not haunted by the abyssal energy, but a piece of magical equipment on her body even faintly means to block these abyssal energy outside, these behaviors are of course natural for ordinary professionals, but they are really a little incomprehensible when they are placed on the top level of a demonic cult.

"It's funny, this Nightmare Sect looks like there's a lot to do internally."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Punk quickly thought of a more daring possibility.

Compared with Punk's calm observation, Kane was still scolding and sneering beside him, looking at him almost as if he was afraid that this female ranger would escape, and even in order not to scare the other party, Kane has not moved now, maybe the Nightmare Sect is really very important to Kane, because in matters related to the Nightmare Sect, this golden knight is much more anxious than Punk:

"Hahaha, if you say that Culon is a stupid sheep-headed man who is good at enforcing violent spirits and likes to summon a group of disgusting bugs, then that's right! Uncle Ben is the big hero who killed that Cullon, but Uncle Ben chopped that garbage into pieces, and then Uncle Ben also destroyed the ridiculous sheep-headed tribe, how about it, if you are not happy, come and kill Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben is waiting here, of course, there is a small precondition - if you lose...... Hey, hey, hey"!

Although every muscle of Kane is now tense and vigilant, the obscenity he pretends to be is still very realistic, and the knight at this time is also dancing with his hands when he speaks, looking at him is like being the host of a martial arts conference is giving a speech, considering that Kane has indeed been a strong protector of the country for hundreds of years, it is not difficult to understand that this guy has trained his speech level well.

Under Kane's abuse of a mouthful of waste on the left and a mouthful of garbage on the right, even ordinary people would inevitably get angry, and these Nightmare Sect believers whose brains were burned by the abyss energy were even more angry, and they almost all stared at Kane with red eyes again, and all kinds of vulgar insults were endless for a while.

Unfortunately, their voices weren't as loud as Kane's vindictiveness, which made their retaliation look very weak.

"Damn, Lord Zola, this hateful mage and damned knight insult the dead Elder Cullon, they still dare to blaspheme our holy and supreme Demon God, how can this kind of thing continue to be tolerated, let's hurry up, with the protection of the Demon God, even if the opponent is two master-level powerhouses, we are fearless."

Finally, the official-level adjutant beside the female ranger couldn't help this confrontation, and now he almost admonished his boss in an ordered tone, looking at his confident appearance as if he could easily tear his opponent to pieces with a rush of hugs.

And behind him, a group of furious cultists finally threw away their mysterious and taciturn masks and began to shout loudly, as long as they were slightly provoked, these seemingly orderly rabble immediately appeared as prototypes:

"That's right, we're going to make the pain taste for those who dare to blaspheme the Demon God."

"Sacrifice them as sacrifices, this desert is our world"!

"We have unstoppable power, Lord Zola, do you want to keep the great demon god waiting!"

The chaotic shouts rose higher and higher, and a large amount of abyssal energy overflowed in the ranks of the Nightmare Sect, and the yellow sand on the ground was slowly soaked in blood red, condensed into a substantial killing aura and even turned into a faint demon that bared its fangs to Punk and Kane.

"Looks like it's time to get started."

Seeing that the people of the Nightmare Sect could no longer suppress their anger and killing intent, the cold words were slowly spit out in Punk's mouth, and the fluctuations of terrible spells quickly spread over the town of Hazelnut Forest again, whether it was Kane, Punk and Zola, who could be regarded as a chance encounter, had been waiting for too long, and it was time for this boring confrontation to come to an end.

Barely glancing at the congregation behind her, the female ranger named Zola stared at Punk and Kane very meaningfully, and in her seductive pupils, the light of killing suddenly flashed:

"yes, looks like it's time to do it"!

The soft words were full of complex emotional fluctuations, and at the same time, Zola's dexterous fingers instantly pulled out the whip blade on his waist, and with the sound of the air being slashed, the cold light on the whip blade flashed a dull blood color in the bright sunlight.

"Whew"!

The sound of blades slicing through blood vessels and bones sounded unusually clear even in the vast battlefield, and the bright red blood flew into the air along with it...... And the great head of the adjutant next to Zola.