Chapter 429 Southend

"Quack, look at these stinky sheep-headed men, I hate the smell on them, although I like to taste mutton, but... yes, I still hate sheep-headed men, Quack."

Just after the sheep-headed chief left the basement, the strange crow that had been standing on Southend's shoulders actually spoke, and when he spoke, he complained mercilessly. While complaining, he kept using his wings. Flapping back and forth in front of the head, this action undoubtedly makes the crow look very human.

"Hehehehe, well, Vector, these sheep-headed men are very good helpers. Maybe they are useless in real battles, but it is because of their existence that they can attract those stupid professionals from the good camp."

Hearing the crow's complaints on his shoulder, Southend laughed sinisterly, but at this time the old man's laughter no longer had that kind of kind feeling when talking to Prince Dick, the hoarse voice made his Laughter looked like a broken bellows on the verge of failure.

Standing up slowly leaning on his staff, Southend casually kicked away the ugly statue at his feet and walked towards the experimental platform on the other side of the room. While walking, he continued to say to the crow called "Vector":

"How about it, the Nightmare Sect I created is somewhat useful, besides its main function of helping me find precious test items... It can also easily enslave a group of idiot goatmen, and with the help of the cult Its mystery can also attract adventurers who don’t know how to live or die, hehehe, soon there will be three more guys coming to the door by themselves.”

"Quack, is that right~~ These sheep-headed men are going to attack a kingdom for your illusory demon god. Although this is just a small kingdom in a remote place, is it really good to be so grand? The Good God Church, which is busy competing with the legendary organization, has already started to pay attention to this place, Quack!"

Vector moved his little head while talking, and during this period, he glanced contemptuously at Southend, who had a sinister smile on his face. It seemed that this guy was not optimistic about Southend's behavior.

However, Southend was obviously indifferent to this. When talking about the Church of the Good God, a trace of undisguised disgust and madness suddenly flashed in the eyes of the old man:

"The Church of the Good God? Hehehehe! I admit that they are indeed "always late but never absent", but it doesn't matter, I am ready to advance, and after this research, I will become a great legendary powerhouse, At that time, it will be a big deal to change to another plane and hide it. Even the church of the Lord of Dawn will no longer be a threat to me. I beckon, hehehe, hahahaha!"

As he spoke, Southend's voice turned into hysterical laughter, and with his laughter, a large amount of strange black-red magic power began to rage violently in the entire laboratory, and these magic powers were impressively mixed with A large amount of abyssal energy and terrifying magic riots filled the chaos that Southend himself could not contain.

"Quack, has the effect of the medicine gone again? This guy is really enough. Although there are many lunatics among the legendary powerhouses, they all seem to go crazy after they are promoted to legends. Guys who go crazy in advance like this can really be promoted to legends. What, Quack".

Looking helplessly at Southend's hysterical laugh, the magic crow shook his head contemptuously. At the same time, at some point in his paw, a light blue potion filled with green foam appeared.

Without stopping any longer, Vector directly plunged the injection into Southend's neck:

"Quack, wake up, my master, your enemy is about to kill you."

The injection was roughly inserted into Southend's artery by the magic crow. With the help of the pressure circle set on the injection, a large amount of medicinal liquid was injected into Southend's body almost instantly.

With the "clang" sound of the empty medicine bottle falling to the ground, Southend, who stopped laughing abruptly, fell to the ground and coughed loudly:

"Cough cough cough cough, really...cough cough, it's really troublesome, the effect of the No.

Southend coughed loudly as if he wanted to cough out his lungs, and frowned vigorously at the same time.

The old man who had just woken up from his insanity didn't look at all like a 19th-level pinnacle master, and now he looked even weaker than before.

"Quack quack, my master, can you really do it in this state? Let's not talk about the promotion of the legend, which can be said to be ten dead but not alive. Next, you have to face the challenge of three master-level powerhouses. It's not vector, I don't like you, but... quack quack quack, I won't say anything"!

While flying to the ground to pick up the empty medicine bottle, Vector questioned Southend in a quiet tone. In the current laboratory, except for the sound of its flapping wings, there is only Southend's heavy breathing like a broken bellows.

However, Sothosende obviously did not agree with the ridicule of the magic crow, he gasped and said while trying to support the staff from the ground:

"Hehe, my condition is indeed not very good, but I can't help it. The current time can no longer allow the old man to continue to hesitate. I am afraid that my lifespan will not last even ten years, and my soul transformation still needs more. The abyssal energy that contains the power of law, I still need more souls of master-level powerhouses as sacrifices...Damn it, the soul of the goat-headed shaman can be used to recharge, but now that idiot actually I was killed... But fortunately, the arrival of three master-level powerhouses filled the vacancy, and I still hope to complete my research before my lifespan is exhausted."

As he spoke, Southend's face once again showed a frenzied joy:

"Hehehehe, the three master-level powerhouses who came to this wild desert at this time are gifts from the heavens. That's right, they must all stay here. My legendary road can no longer wait." .

"As for the battle..."

When talking about the battle, Southend's narrowed eyes flashed a sharp blood light:

"Old man, I've heard about what happened on the Hoth Mountains. Over there, Ovacin and the hunter from the thought of truth just disappeared... Hehehe, so the desert I have confirmed the identities of the two guests here, and I believe their enmity will save me a lot of trouble."

"And...the gorgeous trap has been prepared, our sub-lord must have been impatient..."

Carefully uncovering the magic circle covered by the magic curtain on the test bench, under the bloody light, Southend's face appeared distorted like a demon.

"Are you right, old man, Miss Zola?"

With the opening of the curtain, all the hidden situations on the test bench were revealed to Southend.

At this moment, her whole body was covered with scars, her shoulder blades were pierced by powerful magic chains, and she was bound in the center of the test bench in a kneeling posture.