"Boom"!!

"Damn Ovacin, do you want to be made into a dragon row by Southend, where is your usual wisdom"?

Seeing the pile of rubble in the corner of Southend's roaring cavern, Punk only felt that he was already in a bad mood.

The black dragon in front of him didn't care what Southend had done or what he was going to do, let alone whether the development of the situation was beneficial to him, and the furious Ovac was now just frantically releasing spells to attack the punk, even after hearing the cold reminder of the punk, the bloody and tearful black dragon only teased with an angry taunt:

"Aha, you damn bastard are worried too? What are you afraid of, are you afraid of death?"

A spike of scattered dragon breath erupted from Ovacin's jaw, and Punk had to abandon the idea of intercepting Southend and instead prop up an "arcane shield".

The terrifying dark green energy slapped on the punk's spell shield like a wave, and a large area of colored energy vapor almost formed a cloud in the middle of the cave, and countless sour and rotten poisons were quickly spread around the cave, and for a while, the battlefield where Punk and Ovac were were dyed into a dark green with bubbles tumbling.

"Ovacin-Sorethroat, it looks like you mad dragon is going to fight me to the death!"

A gleam of blood flashed in his cold pupils, and the punk's tone quickly became as cold as ice.

In his opinion, Ovac had made up his mind to have Thorsend summon the projection of the sub-lord, just to let everyone present die here, but would Punk be afraid of such an outcome?

A long, long time ago, Punk didn't know what the so-called "fear" was, and now Ovac wants to turn the melee into a complete chaos, so Punk will naturally accompany him to the end, speaking of which, it is the first time he has experienced such a chaotic battle, the feeling that everyone around him is an enemy, and every target must be defended and counterattack not only does not make Punk nervous, but makes him feel more and more calm.

"As a spellcaster, I still have the opportunity to enjoy the joy of fighting to the death...... I don't know if it's a blessing or a misfortune."

Without shying away from looking directly at Ovacin's blood-colored eyes, the corners of Punk's mouth gradually outlined a smile, and he raised his voice in vain, and Punk shouted at Kane while nimbly avoiding Ovacin's dragon claws:

"Kane, you're here to stop this mad dragon, I'm going to make that bastard of Southend suffer a bit."

"What? You are ordering Uncle Ben, why should Uncle Ben listen to you"?

"Shut up, either come over and stop Ovacin honestly, or let's take a gamble and see if the secondary lord will continue to ignore you like this when he pops up"?

After a quick speech, Punk didn't care whether Kane agreed with his plan or not, he directly fired a "kinetic blast" at Ovacin's dragon claws, and then, with the help of the shock wave set off by the violent kinetic energy, Punk narrowly grazed Ovacin's tail and flew towards Southend.

"Ahh

Although he dodged Ovacin's tail flick almost perfectly at Punk's speed, the dragon's enchanted tail blade still ripped Punk's hood, revealing Punk's blue hair and pointed half-elf ears in a rare way.

"Damn! You're a special elf? You're so handsome, what kind of hood do you wear every day!"

Kane, who had just agreed to Punk's plan, was so stunned that he almost fell in love with Ovac, who had been traveling with Punk for so long, and Kane now knew that Punk was not only not a pure-blooded human, but also a half-elf with pointed ears.

You must know that the elves themselves are a very rare magical creature, and whether they are elves or half-elves, except for the dark elves who have lived underground for a long time, most of the creatures with elven blood are out-and-out kind and orderly camps, like Punk, who is obviously a half-elf but ruthless guy...... It's really too rare.

"I've really seen the undead, today I not only saw the spellcaster who wants to conquer the abyss and the five-colored dragon belonging to the good camp, but also the elves of the chaotic camp, saying that the elves and dragons themselves are very rare, okay...... Well, the world must be crazy with special meows"!

Although he was very surprised by the race and appearance of the punk, Kane was only slightly stunned.

There is also a proverb in the multiverse like "when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds", even among the demons can give birth to "sons of redemption" who yearn for goodness, and the appearance of crazy mages like punk in the elves is nothing at all.

However, Punk didn't bother to pay attention to Kane's surprise, and he wouldn't explain to Kane that he was a half-primeval elf rather than a pure-bred normal elf.

The current punk is still approaching Southend at a rapid pace, but the feeling of taking off the hood and exposing the ears will still make the punk very uncomfortable, if it weren't for the fact that the hood has been broken, the punk will definitely put the hat on again as soon as possible.

The question of race was only a trivial episode in the heat of battle, and in less than a second, neither Kane, who had already been close to Ovac, nor Southend, who had already pounced on his altar, paid much attention to punk.

Especially Southend, who was pulling a large pile of rubble off the altar.

As the altar painted with chaotic runes gradually became bare, the old vulture's laughter had become more and more arrogant, and because of the boiling abyssal energy in the altar, the incomparable confidence and joy in Thorsend's heart even made him laugh hysterically:

"Aha, the jaws of the abyss have been opened to you, chaos and destruction are unstoppable, wail, mourn, remorse, pain, and ...... Greet with blood and despair the great lord of the abyss, Asarkecis, and meet your already predestined and tragic fate".

With his dry fingers, he lifted the curtain on the sacrificial circle, and Thorsend's magic and a large amount of life force began to be poured into the circle like a waterfall.

Soon, as Thorsend's face became weak and pale with a pitiful speed to the naked eye, an aura of extreme terror began to slowly spread in the center of the altar............

People who have not seen legends will never be able to understand the horrors that exist at the level of legends, even if they come now...... It's just a casual projection of a legendary powerhouse.

Just a breath, just a prelude to the opening of the abyssal passage, this little episode before the appearance of the sub-lord can make the master powerhouse feel the icy chill falling like a basin of cold water—this chill is the sense of danger of the strong, it is a warning in the face of an impossible and powerful enemy, and the very existence of this feeling is a powerful proof of the existence that Southend has summoned.

There was no doubt and no way to doubt, after feeling the extremely dangerous abyss energy, whether it was Kane and Ovacin, who were approaching the Southend Punk or had already begun to fight, everyone immediately had a clear understanding - there was no doubt that Southend's summoning had succeeded, the legendary existence from the Abyss, the projection of a secondary demon lord...... It's coming!