Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1143

[Chapter 1135 Waiting]

Punk finally decided to kill Anthony and give up those tempting wealth and interests. Obviously, this was by no means a decision made by him on the spur of the moment, and the solution to the problem that the caster thought of after careful consideration should be presented.

After all, “Whispers of Destruction” must admit that “Purifying Radiance” is too powerful as a 45th-level Morning Star cleric. His strength is not only reflected in the skill of being able to fire three morning star magic in a row. The willpower and thinking ability that is decisive and mature in thinking is the place that can best reflect the potential of this strong man.

In fact, it was precisely because the audience noticed Anthony’s excellent performance that the cautious Morning Star Mage would never want to give this kind of guy any chance to return to the Pantheon and gain freedom, and he would never tolerate it. Because of his temporary greed and laissez-faire, he left behind a strong enemy who harbors hatred and keeps growing.

So just like that, the hapless Archbishop of the Righteous Church, Anthony Vodakali, died inexplicably under the light of an orange-red sky. On the ground, and his head had already kept a terrified look and rolled into a pool of boiling blood.

So far, the “Battle of Orange Red” has finally come to a successful conclusion. Punk has become the final winner with one enemy and three, while the “God Stick” trio from the Pantheon have all become icy because of all kinds of excess self-confidence. The corpse, in the end, surrendered the slain “Purifying Aura” and even lost the Sun-level magical equipment lent to him by the great god of power.

So the quaint ashlar necklace that slowly floated in the air became the most valuable trophy that punk got in this war.

“…”

“How do you say it? The clergy is worthy of being a cleric. Whether it is a god or a priest, the title of “the weakest of the same level” has definitely been fully confirmed, and one can be counter-killed in three fights. I don’t know if the great gods of the gods will feel ashamed because of this, but I don’t know if the enemy who ambushed Kane is as easy to deal with as the three idiots in front of me…”

With a very contemptuous kick, Anthony’s body was kicked aside, and the “Whisper of Destruction”, who was watching the necklace floating in the air, had already regained his usual calm state of mind.

Although the orange-red light curtain in the sky is still so dignified and full of coercion, the battle of the Sun Throne is not something that punk has the ability to investigate.

The only thing that “Whisper of Destruction” can be sure of now is that his own battle is over, and the situation of “Instant Kill Gun” has nothing to do with him. No matter how you look at it, he has obtained a theoretically valuable trophy. All the punk needs to do now is to calmly return to his magic tower and wait patiently until the light of the sky covering the entire Faerun dissipates. At least his current position is actually a distance from the towering morning star relatively close.

However, after careful consideration, Punk, whose eyes were gloomy and cold, decided to stay where he was, while guarding the day-level magic necklace in front of him, while waiting patiently for the “guildmaster” to return.

After all…the knowledge he possesses is far from enough to judge the specific structure of a Sun-level creation. Before confirming that the loot handed over by Anthony before his death is absolutely safe and not a subtle and terrifying trap, a very self-aware spellcaster is absolutely Will not use any means to touch or probe this seemingly valuable treasure.

In fact, if it wasn’t for the “Sunday-level magic crystal ball” lent to Punk by the “guildmaster”, the “Destruction Whisper” was still holding it, a spellcaster who never liked being in danger would rather not choose to stay. A minute and a second next to a Sun-level creation that was set up with a self-destruction technique.

He is very clear that things like gods are weak and weak, but in theory, a great god-level god whose level of strength is equivalent to a sunday professional is by no means anyone qualified to spy on it.

“…”

“I don’t know how far the battle of the Sun Thrones has progressed, but no matter how much you think, “President” and Tiamat will not lose if they join forces to deal with Methur? It’s impossible to kill the enemy as easily as me, right? Although the colorless dragon mother’s crazy dragon might be more unreliable than Anthony’s teammates Kona and Motlet…”

Watching the sun-level magic necklace floating up and down in front of him slowly flickering with a simple and exquisite dim luster, he has summoned a team of twelve wind element bunnies to help him retrieve the fragmented remains of Ksvia The punk couldn’t help but look up at the orange-red sky that obscures the atmosphere of all laws.

Speaking of which, it was not until this time that “Whispers of Destruction” realized so clearly that the crust of the Faerûn plane was really far stronger than imagined. The speculation of “Sunday-level alchemy material casting” might have been too taken for granted from the very beginning. For example, now the three Sun-day masters have been fighting for several seconds on the Karamus Empire, and Punk is in the Hatak Empire. I haven’t felt any slight vibration from the ground under my feet.

From this, it can be seen that the existence of the geological cornerstone of Faerun may not be a Sun-level creation at all, and its true level is likely to be the legendary “God Throne” level!

However, these speculations are nothing more than random thoughts of punk when he is bored. Even if he knows that he is now walking on a god-shaped creation and talking to himself, the knowledge he has now with “Destruction Whispers” is impossible for this level of magical existence. If there are any research results, rather than thinking about so many things, the expressionless Morning Star Mage is more willing to silently make a note in his heart for a legendary organization like the Pantheon that is trying to kill himself.

Yes, revenge is definitely one of punk’s life tenets. He will never forgive anyone who tries to be his enemy. Now the morning star priest under Tyr, the god of justice, dares to lead the gods to send out. A team of magic sticks ambushed themselves, this hatred “destroying whisper” has been firmly remembered.

Although it is not yet an effective time for revenge, but one day in the future……

“It must be very uncomfortable to have three generals killed? Sad gods, but this “reward” is just a trivial beginning!”

Glancing casually at Anthony’s bloody head, he saw that the caster who was bathed in dim light and shadow narrowed his eyes dangerously.