I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

The chaotic thoughts were planted as seeds in Yan's heart, and who knew when they would grow into towering trees.

However, no matter how promising the seeds were, they needed patient watering and sufficient time to break through the soil, and they might not have enough time now.

Ma En was, after all, a fledgling warlock, and Yan, with her outstanding talent as a mage, had always relied on her magic to solve the problems she encountered, and she wouldn't provoke opponents of this level, so she had no experience in this regard.

And You Yue and Serri didn't trust them yet, and the few of them were still wary of each other.

And this made it impossible for any of them to foresee what would happen next.

They all underestimated their opponent.

Outside the curtain.

Dier wiped the sap from his face, limped forward a few steps, picked up the limbs of the Great High Priest Treant scattered on the ground, and sniffed them in front of his nose.

Then he opened his mouth and chewed on the garment made of human skin on its surface.

As he swallowed, the wounds on his body healed rapidly. As a Styrkil, he had an extremely strong ability to digest and utilize flesh and blood, and could extract energy from it to repair his body.

This also made them extremely good at continuous battles.

Hmm...

Perhaps because there are two different creatures, this piece of meat tastes pretty good.

Thinking of this, Dier felt a little annoyed in his heart. In the most glorious era, they didn't have to consider any fighting at all, they just needed to enjoy the constant supply of delicacies.

Now they have to work for these inferior races.

Dier's steps slowly became stable again as he regained his breath. He walked and looked around at the tragic scene after the bloody battle, the ground was covered with incomplete corpses of humans and treants.

At this moment, an untimely thought floated into his mind.

According to the taste he just tasted, these are all fresh ingredients for making new dishes.

The bright red blood in his eyes was like a tempting sauce, making Dier swallow his saliva, but he still resisted the urge to study the delicacies, he had two important things to do here today.

The most important thing was naturally to catch the target, which was related to whether their Styrkil Empire could rise again. As long as they could save the princess, they would get the reward from the Builder.

And they had already thought about what requirements to make at that time.

But after recruiting these subordinates, he had a more important goal.

Dier licked his lips, reluctantly stepping over the beautiful flesh and blood that exuded a delicious smell.

There are even more delicious things waiting for him.

The Goblin Slayer is one of the best ingredients known in Styrkil records. Even if his flesh and blood is of no use, Dier will not miss this opportunity to catch the Goblin Slayer.

All powerful Styrkil are gourmets, and even Styrkil scholars believe that they are actually slaves to taste long ago, but Dier doesn't care about these.

More importantly, using the Goblin Slayer can steal a small amount of their power.

And power is equal to more and better food.

After crossing the ground full of corpses and several survivors, Dier stopped and looked at the ground in front of him.

An old arm stretched out.

Dier took the hand and pulled the old shaman who had buried himself in the ground out:

"Remember what I told you, are you still tracking that guy?"

The shaman who crawled out of the ground had an empty left eye socket:

"Of course, and we have an unexpected surprise."

Still busy, short update.