Castile nodded, the expression on his face became more serious.

"That's right, Captain. This breath is familiar to us but extremely dangerous. It is full of desire and corrupt power. The reason why that punch can hit [Stora] is because it has some irresistible

The twist.”

"Furthermore, although the power of that punch is powerful, it does not bear the characteristics of the Crowned One. If [Crowned] were to strike, the attack would not only be a physical impact, but would also be accompanied by mental erosion and

Contamination. And that punch, although swift and deadly, had no trace of this contamination."

Ernest nodded, agreeing with Castile's analysis.

He spoke again, with a hint of contemplation in his tone: "In this case, the enemy we face may be an extremely powerful master, but it is definitely not the [Crown One]. In this case, we need to re-evaluate the enemy's capabilities and methods

, to ensure that it will not be attacked so easily next time.”

When the red monk Bodefei II heard this, a flash of interest flashed in his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of inquiry and suspicion in his tone, "Are you sure that the other party is a Sarkic cultist?"

Castile nodded without hesitation, his eyes firm. "It's absolutely true. In my perception, I clearly captured the opponent's unabashed Qi. Moreover, I witnessed with my own eyes the flesh and blood creation he made.

"

Fei II's interest was obviously aroused, and the red light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

As if thinking about something, he said slowly: "The creation of flesh and blood... That is indeed one of the symbols of Sarkic cultists."

Bodfe II seemed to be aroused, and he asked Castile: "Do you think it is the new sensuality, or the old sensuality?"

Castile recalled the details of the battle, frowning slightly, with a bit of hesitation in his tone: "I don't know, judging from the clothes of that man, he seems to be different from the old Sarkic. He wears a

A strange modern thaumaturgic mask, and he is dressed in a modern style; however, the flesh and blood creations he created do not look like the abilities and skills that a new Sarkic should have."

Fei II nodded slightly, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and then he spoke slowly:

"Those who are new to carnality will practice many strange and obscene skills, which are all out of date; those who are old to carnality will sit on their hands and do nothing, daring not to change anything."

"New and old sensuality each has its disadvantages, but it also has its advantages."

Faced with the words of Bodfei II, Castile did not dare to answer the question casually, because he was well aware of the other party's violent temper.

The only person who is qualified to evaluate Sarkic is Bode Fei II himself.

At this moment, the red monk continued to ask: "You said that the other person's aura is similar to mine? What kind of aura is similar?"

Hearing this question, Castiel suddenly felt nervous.

He wanted to answer immediately, but he didn't know how to describe that feeling.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and finally spoke cautiously:

"The Great Warlock does have an aura, as if it comes from the same source of power, but there are some subtle differences."

Fei II's eyes became more profound, and he continued to ask: "What is the source? Tell me carefully, there is no need to hide it."

Steele felt a headache. After all, his head had been shattered by a punch just now, and he had no chance to carefully observe what kind of aura it was.

However, the eyes of Red Monk Bade Fei II were still burning, as if waiting for a definite answer.

Castile could only rub his hands nervously and fell into silence.

At this time, Captain Ernest noticed the red monk's ready-to-move posture and couldn't help but remind him:

"Your Majesty the Great Warlock, your current abilities have been divided together with the fourteen pieces of sacred meat, and the ceremony has not yet been completed. What we have to do now is to finish the process, rather than causing more unnecessary troubles through head-on confrontation."

Bade Fei II's eyes were still sharp, but after hearing Ernest's words, his expression softened slightly.
Chapter completed!