He was a dangerous extremist, a neurotic madman with almost no sanity left, someone who acted without the slightest regard for consequences!
From the instant he saw Walkerway, Punk had fully recognized this painfully obvious fact. After all, he had clearly seen the "badge" hanging beside the tattered robes, its final traces of surprise and fear frozen in place.
That somewhat handsome, scholarly-looking "badge" was the thinking organ of Deklai, the Morningstar Priest who had joined the Guardian Alliance alongside Anthony as the Pantheon's representative. But now, it had become a trophy meant for display.
By this point, the mystery of the earth-shaking Morningstar battle from three seconds ago had abruptly been revealed—Walkerway, the Red Robed Mage who should have been solely responsible for opening Abyssal Rifts and should never have appeared on the battlefield, had entered the territory of the Kalamus Empire for entirely unknown reasons. Worse still, he had brazenly attacked a Morningstar Professional who had come to purge a Demon Lord. Although Deklai had resisted with all his strength, he had ultimately failed to defeat this Red Robed Mage with forty-four casting levels.
In the end, the Pantheon's camp had permanently lost a Morningstar Priest, while Dead Wen Feng Lantern's "private collection" had gained a brand-new "dead man's badge."
"Why? Walkerway, I cannot understand why you killed a clergyman under the Pantheon. And judging from what you just said... you also intended to attack the caster named Punk Saiyan?"
Narrowing his eyes slightly, the caster holding the Pale Scepter stood at a relatively safe distance. As he questioned Walkerway, an increasingly dangerous aura radiated from his entire body.
Although the crazed Red Robed Mage was now looking in his direction, Punk had no choice but to heighten his vigilance and prepare thoroughly for battle. But honestly, Whisper