The same metal gates appeared at all the gates of the city walls of Doraise, and the high walls that had been used to protect the city of Doraise were now turned into a cage that sealed everyone.

But most of the people of Dorez did not know that they had become pathetic caged birds, and as the clouds grew thicker, it was as dark as evening in the afternoon, and the women were still hurrying to collect their clothes, the vendors were still loading their wares into the wagons, and the children were still playing despite the shouts of the adults............

At the main entrance of Dolez, a figure in a black robe walked step by step towards the busy city of Dolez, bypassing the remaining potholes on the road, selling the raised gravel on the ground, and walking step by step to the newly built residential block.

The punk hummed a song "Song of Praise for Life" composed in the primeval elven language, his steps firm but silent, his eyes cold and embarrassed.

He's about to collect the last sacrifice of Filthy Foreknowledge, and the method of collecting it is very simple - catch whoever kills whom!

Since the plague has just passed, it will take at least three days for the investigation mission of the Dylan Kingdom to reach Dolaiz City, so the punk at this time is unstoppable!

Like a lion stepping into a sheepfold, the punk slowly walked towards the poor lambs who didn't know it was about to be in trouble, and the head of the emerald green staff began to condense the brilliance of magic, and one after another "kinetic energy explosion" accurately blasted into the newly built buildings and ............ The bewildered crowd!

What kind of horror would it be for a formal-level powerhouse who didn't stop or care about it if he let go of his hands and feet and killed on a massive scale?

The storm in the city of Doraez has finally arrived!

Thunder and lightning were mixed in the sky covered by dark clouds, and a huge opening appeared in the sky from time to time, and the dark clouds rolled, as if they had been lurking around, and the sky was dark and oppressive, and the clouds were getting lower and lower, and there was a faint sound of thunder, which was getting closer and closer, and then, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and finally it came down with heavy rain.

The sound of destruction roared through the city, the wreckage of houses mixed with flesh flew into the sky, the blood soaked the earth red, and the torrential rain could not hide the wails and sorrows of the dying.

Purple light flickered through the rain, blood-colored bursts flowed through the rubble with raindrops, a deafening roar tore the earth, and a sharp and piercing scream pierced the sky!

Destruction is the finger that plays the movement, dancing on the keyboard called the city of Dorez............

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At some point, the storm that raged in the city of Dorez finally stopped, and the bright midday sun pierced through the thick clouds, forming pillars of light connecting heaven and earth, and the reflected crystal clear dust slowly circulated around these pillars of light............

Punk gasped softly, sitting on the ruins of the castle of the lords, looking down at the ruins of what was once known as "Dorez City".

There were no more intact buildings there, massive high-temperature spells had burned the wooden wreckage, devastating kinetic spells had torn apart the solid masonry buildings, and the rubble was now nothing but rain-soaked ash and flesh mixed together to form a filthy paste.

"The materials are ready, it's time to retrieve my legendary gear."

After meditating and quickly regaining his magic, Punk stood up and took out the barrel full of minced meat from the ring, and poured the contents of the bucket on top of the ruins of the lord's castle, letting the purple-black blood run down the dirty stones.

"Sos - Ukotana - Gornovittyl ............"

Punk engrossed in mana to build a model of the spell, then whispered an ancient spell.

At the moment when the spell was completed, an extremely filthy aura descended silently, the extreme filth far exceeded all the filth and rancid stench in the world, and a single breath had a kind of filth and chaos that penetrated deep into the soul.

After feeling the kind of filth that made it unbearable for even a formal-level powerhouse, Punk immediately knew who the "Great Being" was referring to in the spell book, which was the embodiment of chaos in the multiverse, another half-law god-level being-Filthy Bird.

After seeing this great god again, Punk is not worried that it will be torn apart inexplicably, although the filthy bird is the embodiment of "chaos", but it is also limited by the multiverse, and it is impossible to do such a thing as killing the sacrificer for no reason.

The filthy aura slowly converged in front of the punk, and finally condensed into the form of a crow.

"Owl Owl, yet another creature who has made a wise choice, choosing the forces of chaos is your luckiest decision, and now, I have seen your sacrifice, following the ancient, damned pact, you can ask me a question"

Listening to the filthy bird's words with interest, the punk didn't look directly at the other party.

That kind of filthy power that permeates everything is definitely not something that a formal creature can perceive, so Punk's immediate question that has been prepared does not answer the filthy bird's words from beginning to end.

Seeing that the punk even had his perception converged to the extreme, the filthy bird shook his head boringly, and then said in that disgusting-sounding voice:

"Owl, the corpses of two official-level orderists, the minced flesh of a group of ordinary orderists, and a destroyed city of order?

With that, the figure of the Filthy Bird turned into a cloud of filthy aura and exploded, but it did not take anything from the corpse in the city of Dolez, all the Filthy Bird wanted from beginning to end was the fact that a large amount of "order" had been destroyed!

It wasn't until the breath of the filthy bird dissipated that the punk once again let go of his perception, although the arrival of the filthy bird did not have any earth-shattering coercion, but there was a more terrifying mystery, and the punk knew that it was a kind of "thing" that he could never understand now!

"Anyway, the location of the legendary equipment has finally been found, but this spell is really tricky."

While the punk is happy to find the legendary equipment, he also complains about the "filthy foreknowledge" pit father in his heart.

With the system's exploration of the soul, the punk suddenly discovered that an undetectable filthy aura had unknowingly lurked in the depths of his soul, and if there was no systematic meticulous investigation, other sacrificers would definitely be kept in the dark.

In addition to the difficulty of getting rid of this filthy breath, the most terrifying thing about it is that as the number increases, its polluting ability will increase exponentially.

If it's just one, it won't have any effect on the soul of the official level, at most it will make you have a little insomnia, and when you are promoted to the master level, the soul promoted by virtue of a large realm will be enough to wipe out this filthy aura.

If it's two, it's barely acceptable, although it will make your temper much shorter, but when it comes to advancing to the legend, the soul with the great leap in the realm can easily dispel the two filthy breaths.

But if you reach three levels............ It doesn't take you to use any measures, and the filthy breath will explode in an instant to pollute a person's entire soul and turn you into a complete lunatic.

"These guys are really going to play a trick! Filthy Foresight can use this spell again at most, not a third time."

Punk secretly remembered in his heart