"It seems that this is an inferior demon, this is already the lowest level demon in the abyss, I remember that when I entered the abyss at the official level, I didn't think much of such a low-level chaotic creature, but now that I think about it, who would know that the ancient Great Lord of the Sun Flare, the "Demon Prince" Demogorgan, was once just a lowly demon a long, long time ago? In a sense, demons born with infinite lifespans may be the creatures with the greatest potential for development in the entire multiverse, after all, they can always crush the probability of luck or misfortune with numbers until they have truly amazing strength."

The afterglow of the slanting sun was sprinkled little by little, and the cold breeze continued to blow, and he walked unhurriedly towards the dilapidated cabin, and the Morning Star mage also leaked a little of his own breath while looking at the hungry demon with blood-red eyes.

He was not in a hurry to save people, because the digging action carried out by the inferior demon was still too slow in the eyes of a legendary professional, although the light ground had already been easily dug by the sharp claws of the demon, and the brilliance of the inferior apprentice-level magic shield had been faintly revealed in the hazy floating dust, but in fact, the two children hiding in the cellar were actually very safe.

After all............ When he felt the faint legendary aura that ordinary people might not be able to detect, this heavy breathing demon had already stopped his excavation work in an instant and turned his head to look at the location of the punk, and at the same time, there was no fear or horror in the emotions that emerged in its bloodthirsty eyes, because when facing a strong enemy, at the moment of stepping into the brink of death, the desire that filled the depths of this demon's soul was always endless bloodlust and killing intent!

"Wow"!

Excitedly, he let out a hoarse and vicious roar, and the bad demon who was still digging hard in the ground in the last second did not hesitate to give up the prey that was about to arrive and rushed to the new enemy.

It was fully aware of the power of its enemies, and knew that the speed at which it exploded with all its might was nothing compared to most of its kind.

But............ So what?

If there is "absolute order" in the world, then the demons in the abyss should be the embodiment of "absolute chaos", and their goal of finding "prey" will always start with the strongest one, and there is no "power comparison" in the minds of most demons This kind of boring concept, in the face of anything that will move in front of their eyes, they will only use extreme excitement and joy to face the opposite and charge, life, a precious thing that is only once in the eyes of all beings, is not worth caring about for demons like stones on the side of the road, and death, which even legendary powerhouses try their best to escape, will not be taken to heart by any demon!

"Bang"!

Of course, the result of this "brainless charge" is often self-evident, after all, the traveler who pursues life may not be able to get life, but the fool who chases death will always be able to embrace death as he wishes............

Without waiting for this stupid bad demon to take a step, the expressionless spellcaster directly slapped it in the air, and only needed the simplest formal-level "mage hand" to wave it, and the demon that was still intact in the last second suddenly turned into a scatter of scattered debris and exploded on the broken street, and for a while, the foul smell of rot filled the already filthy and dirty air, and the flesh and blood wreckage full of abyssal energy also made the distorted and distorted artemisia grass on the roadside grow more delicate and bright red.

"Come out, you two little imps, do you speak the lingua franca? Then remember that I, the Morning Star Mage "Whisper of Destruction" Punk-Thean, am your savior, and in a minute or two I will take you to a safe area, and then you must tell the truth to the person who asks you about the fact that you have received my The salvation of goodness, and the salvation that seems to you to be as great and perfect as the selfless deeds of the heroes of the Karamus Empire, is the most basic principle of gratitude that anyone must have, understand?"!

Regardless of the frightened emotions of the two children, the punk, who is not much patient at the moment, simply explained the "price" of letting his Morning Star powerhouse come to the rescue, and directly dug out the energy shield sphere "buried" in the ground along with the two "little guys" inside.

With the wave of the mage's hand, shredding the gravel and digging for something was as easy as picking up chocolate chips from the cream, and although the entire street was instantly reduced to a collapsed and cracked slope due to the caster's rough treatment, at least the only survivors within a radius of thousands of miles survived unharmed............

The boys and girls hugging each other tightly in the corner of the shield were obviously nothing more than ordinary peasant family children, and the little girl who was only six or seven years old didn't seem to understand what was going on around her, and now she was being covered by her brother and staring at the Chenxing Mage who was "not a good person at first glance".

In contrast, a boy who looks to be about fifteen years old is much more mature than an ignorant little girl, after all, he is capable of possessing a "magic equipment" The fact of the heirloom is enough to prove that he is a direct descendant of a low-level professional who mixes well within a few generations, and although the direct descendants of the professional are destined to be scarce, generally speaking, they must have the physique and willpower that greatly exceed ordinary people, so even if today's little boy is just a child of a peasant family, when the crisis of life suddenly comes, his calmness is still far greater than that of ordinary boys of the same age.

So while continuing to cover his sister's mouth to prevent her from screaming, the timid boy also hurriedly looked at the only "savior" he could count on with "full" grateful eyes and asked:

"You...... Are you the legendary official professional, and my sister and I are very grateful for your help."

“............”

Well, the ignorant child seemed to have no idea of the term "Morning Star Mage", and the little boy only realized the identity of the other man's profession when he saw the man in the robe knock down a terrible monster with a wave of his hand.

In his opinion, perhaps the most powerful person in the world is the "legendary official-level professional".

But it doesn't matter, Punk doesn't care at all whether an inconsequential "tool" recognizes him or not, and he doesn't have the heart to explain his identity to an ignorant child, in fact, he didn't wait for the two little ghosts who suddenly changed to calm down, and the punk, who had patiently strengthened the impression of "gratitude" to each other as patiently as possible, had already directly entered the superluminal flight state with a huge magic ball of light.

Wasting time has always been the most annoying thing for "Whispers of Destruction", and now that the tools he can use are in his hands, he is not in the mood to appease the mood of the two ordinary people.

Speaking of which............ Now the punk really hopes that these two little guys will be loud and screaming like real bear children, because when the time comes, as long as the "good guardians" of the Mage Guild show even the slightest impatience, they will have the opportunity to go online and buckle the big hat of "hypocrisy".