Night Crow Master Chapter 208
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The mercenaries exclaimed to stay away from the Lord Angus, a little nervous to avoid the spreading shadow .
The large shadow is like the pigment that diffuses in the water . In an instant, the floor of the mercenary hall is completely dyed black .
The mercenaries, who are constantly moving, have no space to avoid .
However, the shadow continued to spread . Outside the mercenary guild, people also widened their eyes and looked at the shadow that had spread beyond the mercenary guild .
The shadow was still spreading from the ground to the outer wall of the mercenary guild .
In the interior of the mercenary guild, the mercenaries watched with disbelief the shadow that had dyed the luxury decorated wall black . Moreover, the shadow did not stop . In a short time, the shadow had completely covered the wall, and the ceiling was covered with a layer of black .
“Heaven, apocalypse!”
This black field immediately reminds the mercenaries of the apocalypse .
No one thought that this Mr . Angus was an apocalypse .
It’s the same with kebers . He opens his mouth wide and looks incredulously at Angus, standing in the center of the shadow with a black violin in his hand .
There is no smile on the other side’s face, but indifference, holding the bow gracefully in the right hand, two sections of gray and white interweave, let the wonderful music ring in the hall .
However, in the wonderful string music, there is another kind of horror .
“Go away! Stay away from me
At this time, Haun widened his eyes, yelled in great confusion, and retreated back with his hands and feet, waving his limbs in panic from time to time .
The scene in his eyes was a myriad of corpses, floating and sinking in the endless sea of blood .
Countless bloody figures stretched out their arms to him .
The arms full of rotten flesh hugged his legs, hung blood stained gray bone palms, and pulled the corners of his clothes . Countless heads were turned over by the blood wave, and the unwilling and resentful eyes in the skull were staring at him .
A pair of huge light blue eyes, in the blood wave after the looming .
It is like the soul of the dead who ignores life . It exudes a thrilling horror .
“Fake, fake, all fake!”
Haun roared, his face a mixture of anger and fear, ridiculous .
But his desperate roar did not free him from the illusion .
Click –
Click –
the sound of chewing hard objects comes from the teeth .
Horn looked down in horror .
He looked down at his right hand and dozens of teeth were gnawing at his arm .
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The rotten face, close at hand, is clearly visible .
Dirty yellow teeth gnawed his flesh and blood off his bones .
The intense pain of being bitten by flesh and blood made him flustered . His strong body was weak at this time .
It’s like going back to a few years ago, when he didn’t have any extraordinary abilities and was just an ordinary person .
“No! No! help! Help
His arm could not use his strength at all, and the thick sea of blood made him not even have the ability to flutter . He seemed to be trapped in a swamp . The more he struggled, the more he sank .
He cried helplessly, his nose and tears flowed out, and then, together with the thick blood, poured into his eyes, nose and mouth .
The strong sense of suffocation made his survival instinct stronger, but he didn’t even have the ability to lift his arm .
The pain of his eyes had made him close his eyes, and he could not see that his arm had been eaten away by the corpses in the sea of blood, and even his bones were gnawed to pieces .
They gnaw his body into pieces, pull out his cartilage and ligaments, and pull them with weird hands, as if they were playing an instrument .
A poet like a corpse .
Horn listened to the strange music, and his pain and consciousness began to blur .
In people’s eyes, after Mr . Angus suddenly began to play music, the rude and rude defiant suddenly fell to the ground .
With a look of fear on his face, he rolled back and called for help in fear, as if he were avoiding something terrible .
After that, they began to twitch for no reason .
As Angus moved the bow away from the string, the cry for help stopped, and the big man’s eyes became slack and he lay down powerless .
The mercenaries would have thought he was dead if his chest had not been slightly raised .
“Angus . . . Your honor . . . ” kebers opened his mouth and looked at the dark hall .
On the surrounding walls, even the light of the crystal lamp, which uses charged crystal as energy, is mostly covered by shadow and cannot emit light .
Only the crystal lamp above the head has not lost its light .
He took another look at Horne, who had fallen to the ground, and though his chest was still undulating, his breath was getting weaker and weaker . “Would you please not kill?”
After a moment’s hesitation, chambers spoke nervously .
In the present situation, Lord Angus is the one to be challenged .
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The murderer who provokes the apocalypse and is killed should be punished with some gold coins at most .
It sounds unfair, but that’s the truth .
This is the status gap between apocalypse and apprenticeship .
Even if they are killed by apocalypse, the other side will not be punished . The gold coins for compensation are nothing to the apocalypse .
As a director of the mercenary guild, he could only persuade the other party to be lenient .
Warning?
Kebbers didn’t dare and didn’t want to .
“Of course ~” said Yat with a smile . “He’s not dead . I’m just giving him a little lesson . ”
Some things are more terrible than death .
[nightmare movement · corpse poet LV7: when playing the music, you can specify up to 500 targets, which will cause mental damage to the subject, and the subject will fall into hallucinations, with cold, confusion and fear . 】
when he played, he added the music score of the corpse poet .
Similar to the previous conjecture, after learning the spell of the corpse poet, the score seen in the center of the spell sequence is related to the nightmare instrument .
Then he turned his eyes to Haun, who had fallen down . Instead of pointing at the phantom of art, the other side’s sword fell on the ground, and the tip of the sword pointed elsewhere .
In their discussions, Howe’s own opinions were not taken into account, and he was unable to express any opinions .
His companions, karoff and others, looked a little ugly, especially Lian, who would have rushed out if it hadn’t been held by Bauer .
When art’s eyes turned to horn, karoff quickly said:
“this adult, he –”
however, before he finished speaking, a black palm appeared in the shadow around him .
Art will “you’re karoff, right?”
“do you know me?” A nervous look of Karov, heard the other party’s address, slightly stunned, because worried about the safety of his companion’s nervous expression slightly stagnated .
“Well . ” Yafu nodded, but didn’t say anything more, “if you want me to let him go, of course . If you can defeat them, then I won’t kill him, how about that?”
“They?”
Both karoff and others, as well as the other mercenaries, looked at the figure that was climbing out of the shadow .
Ten, one hundred, two hundred . . . . . .
the number of human figures is increasing .
The mercenaries were retreating, scared to the corner by the emerging black figures .
[shadow servant LV7: condense the darkness to form up to 17 shadow power individuals obeying orders, with an attribute value of 70% . ——”Low level creation is a spell, only a low level spell creature with melee ability . ” 】
[shadow servant LV5: low shadow derivative .
Passive · spell creature LV5: no need to eat, breathe and sleep . Immune to psychic and non visual illusions . Dissipate after energy consumption .
Shadow human LV5:
passive: the physical damage received is reduced by 20%, and the light spell damage is increased by 10% .
Active: Shadow minions can change parts of their body to attack .
Strength: 10 . 4, physique: 10 . 4, agility: 10 . 4, spirit: 10 . 4
– “they can’t use magic, although they are clumsy, they don’t fear death . ” 】
Art’s eyes swept through the shadow servant’s information column .
LV7 shadow minion skill summoned magic shadow, each ability value is 40% of the user’s spirit value .
LV1, only 10% .
At 26 . 1, shadow summoned is 40% of your mental power .
At first, he didn’t think the shadow servant had much effect .
However, when the skill points are full and the shadow servant’s skills are full, it is found that the ability value of the summoned shadow is much stronger than before . It is no longer a situation that can be killed by magic .
The shadow of the night has no casting ability and can’t use the magic . The one who uses the magic is the one used by the Lord of the shadow crow hidden in the body of the night phantom .
This has already cast a shadow over the architecture of the mercenary guild, and it is also the ability of the Lord of the shadow Crow –
Apocalypse · control shadow .
As for being regarded as apocalypse, Yat doesn’t feel much about it . Lord shadow crow is apocalypse, which is true .
LV7 shadow minions can create 17 magic shadows . What about 300 shadow Ravens?
Unfortunately, the mercenary hall was not big enough, otherwise he would like to try the scene where thousands of shadow servants appeared at the same time . With his present spiritual attribute, he is thousands of shadow servants with high-level strength .
Although these guys don’t have too high intelligence and no magic like ability, they can only fight through close combat . However, the magic shadows with thousands of high-level strength seem to be very deterrent .
Like now .
“These are . . . Shadow servants!”
Marshall widened his eyes at the hundreds of black humanoid creatures .
How many!?
And it’s more compact .
If the shadow servants he had seen were compared to soft soil, they were like stones .
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