The mad paladin was dealt with neatly, his pious faith and violent faith could not stop the punk kinetic energy from exploding, and now, the paladin who was covered in golden light like a small sun just now has turned into a pile of minced flesh mixed with metal shards, and some of the blood bursts out on the faces of his two companions who were stunned in place.

Looking at the punk's face obscured by shadows, the expression was as indifferent as if a mosquito had been killed casually, and the greedy mage MiG mechanically wiped the viscous liquid on his face.

He looked at the blood-red color on his hand, and the shaking of his body became more and more violent, and finally, MiG finally collapsed.

"No, let me go, I don't want to die"!

He let out a scream that was taller than a woman's, then turned and stumbled into the jungle, reacting to the female stalker beside him.

Both adventurers knew intellectually that Punk wouldn't let them go, and that they couldn't escape from a master spellcaster, and now, all the escape and panic of these two desperate adventures was just a sign of a breakdown.

Seeing the two frightened adventurers running towards the jungle in a panic, Punk shook his head speechlessly:

"It's a pity, I'm afraid you're going to stay in this beautiful jungle forever."

These two guys guessed right, when the paladin rushed up, the three adventurers were classified as dead by Punk, and now the crazy Paladin has turned into minced meat, and the punk chief intends to develop quietly, and he doesn't want to provoke the Dawn Church at all, so he is now going to kill the witnesses.

Naturally, there was nothing to say about dealing with two guys who couldn't even reach the official level, and Punk casually fired a "kinetic blast" between the two fleeing adventurers.

The terrifying lilac blast of the spell crushed the mage and the female stalker who wanted to stop and beg for mercy.

Looking at the blood dripping from the ground, Punk nodded with satisfaction, now even a master-level pinnacle "Limited Wishing Technique" can't save these three idiots.

"What a troublesome thing............ In other words, am I considered a hero to save the United States"?

The punk set fire to the ground and burned the flesh and blood, then threw the harpy with a broken wing on the charred ground.

He half-crouched down to look at the harpy banshee curled up in her remaining wings, pretending to be pitiful, and muttered to himself playfully.

This harpy looks quite in line with human aesthetics, except for the wings on her back, the harpy only needs her legs to be covered with feather claws, and the other parts are just ordinary female human bodies, and she wears some animal skins all over her body as a cover, and her delicate figure and beautiful face are still a beauty.

But...... The mind of this thing is not beautiful at all.

Punk quietly unleashed a "Master Psychic Spell - Mind Listening" and heard the harpy's heart clearly.

The Harpy, who was indirectly saved by Punk, didn't have the slightest idea of gratitude, in fact, this guy was full of thoughts about revenge.

The harpy who was crawling on the ground and screaming in mourning looked pitiful, but her heart was full of fanaticism and paranoia:

"Oh my God, what a beautiful face, what a tender skin, this is definitely the most beautiful boy in the world, such a beauty is worthy of only the supreme priestess, I will take him back, I must bring him back sooner, I will give it to the supreme priestess, I must, I will be rewarded, the highest reward!

With the excitement of emotion, the expression of this harpy slowly appeared a little hideous, and not only that, the punk also keenly noticed that the "weird aura" wrapped around her body also became active, these originally a little lifeless aura seemed to be slowly waking up, and they began to continue to merge with the harpy, becoming more and more inseparable.

"This is so interesting, can these breaths still affect the intellect and make this harpy mind paranoid?, or do they amplify evil desires?"

Punk didn't care about the monster's fanaticism, and now he was very interested in the aura of the harpy.

Punk also wanted to test the banshee, and he planned to see what kind of "priestess" behind this guy was, if there were no accidents............ Punk plans to take a trip to this harpy colony.

"Hello, beautiful lady, you look badly injured and need me to escort you to your colony?"

Punk said to the Harpy with a gentle and sunny look.

Hearing that Punk's request to escort him to the group, the Harpy, who was planning how to bring Punk to the "Priestess", had a flash of unconcealable ecstasy in her eyes:

"Great, mighty warrior, I have lost my wings, and if it weren't for my help, I would have been eaten by cruel beasts at nightfall, and now I don't know how to thank you."

"Haha............ No thanks, no thanks, it's just that your injuries seem to be a bit serious, can anyone in your tribe be treated, it's really not okay, it's better to find a town for treatment, I think you can find a priest or two there."

Punk laughed twice and then began to test the implementation of the Harpy group, originally he didn't want to get into the theme so quickly, but Punk is really not good at acting enthusiastic teenagers, it is better to find a way to ask.

"If this guy doesn't say it, he can only try torture"!

Punk thought to himself.

He didn't want to use the most convenient spell, "memory reading", because the harpy aura that lingered was so weird, and punk's instincts told him that it was best to avoid any soul, mind, or mental contact with it.

His instincts have always been trusted, so Punk simply gave up the option of directly using spells to probe the Harpy's memories, although the aura seemed weak and thin, but Punk didn't dare to underestimate his undetectable existence at all.

Fortunately, the Harpy seemed to be afraid that Punk would not go to her tribe, and she quickly shook her head and refused after hearing Punk say that he would send her to a human town for treatment:

"Don't worry, the priestesses of our tribe are omnipotent, and any injuries and illnesses can be cured."

The Harpy proudly boasted about how great her boss was, how omnipotent, and those who knew knew that she was talking about a Harpy sacrifice, and those who didn't know might think she was praising a great god god.

Not only that, but the harpy also took out a feather for display as if she was afraid that the punk would not believe it:

"Look, this is the feather that the priestess left me, even if there is only one feather, those monsters will tremble with fear!"

The feather she took out was full of coercive energy, and the pale golden inscription shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, and the level of energy fluctuations above was impressive............ Formal only!