Night Crow Master Chapter 494
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Looking at the spread of the black fog, a group of church staff in blue-green robes, in the distance of the distant capital of lorlans, were looking serious .
“Wind, dead . ”
Toro minie, the tempest priest, was gloomy .
As a sacrifice to the eye of the storm, he can sense the will of the wind .
In the dark fog, there is no “will” coming .
Feeling the “wind trace” of the dead silence around him, he had a feeling of fear .
“Too quiet, too quiet!”
Behind teromini, a black haired youth storm priest gives his nose a twitch .
“Do you feel it too?” Teromini looked at each other, and there was even an obvious expression of fear on his face .
“This is definitely not a religious cult . . . I think it is a bishop level, no, it is more likely to be a pope level evil god than 90%!”
The young man’s trembling right hand clenched the necklace hanging on his chest, and his expression on his face could not see anything except fear, and his piety and concentration had already disappeared .
“Those black fogs are part of the evil gods The young man’s expression was very excited .
There is no doubt that the wind will die because of the strange black fog .
Not only the wind, but everything else, as long as it is covered by the black fog, anything with will will will die .
Everything has been attacked, not even the dead wandering in the wilderness, not even the souls of the church believers .
Not only is the human being dead, the soul has not come out, has not seen any soul leave from the black fog .
. . .
plane: black magic stage .
This is a plane with all kinds of strange props .
All kinds of strange and ordinary props are everywhere in this plane .
In the center of the throne, a man in a strange and pompous costume is standing on the stage .
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The God that the sorcerers believe in is a “God” magician with multiple four levels of strength .
Or “the God of black magic . ” .
He killed the previous “God” who occupied this plane and took this plane as his stronghold .
“Oh? Run away
At the moment of the resurrection of the evil god garga, he turned his head and looked at a metal jar in the corner .
The right hand is raised –
PA .
With a crisp ring of fingers, the metal can turned half a circle .
Intact?
The magician sneered, his eyes flashed a black light, and a small hole appeared on the metal can .
“God in the fog . . . You really left behind . It’s a pity that you are still dead . ”
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then his right hand, in his white glove, rolled over .
A blood red card appeared in his hand:
“the plane you hide is really hard to find . If you don’t do something, you can’t find it, and you can’t sell it at a good price . ”
“It’s just that if you want to use this thing, you have to have a sacrifice . Since you have already run away, you can’t continue to use it . You can be used as a sacrifice . ”
Gently toss the blood card up, and the magician’s hands are intertwined .
A pair of huge white gloves emerge out of thin air, grab the metal can, and then pinch it hard .
When the palms were opened, the metal jar inside had disappeared .
On the other hand, a metal pot appeared on the bottom of the magician’s foot .
He raised his foot and gave the jar a little kick .
The jar flew out and made a black arc on the stage . After a turn, it stopped right in front of him and stopped under the red card .
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The falling red card landed precisely on the top of the metal jar, standing on the tiny invisible hole .
The next moment, he raised his hands with a playful smile on his face:
“opened the door, closed the door . ”
“Who is calling? Calling me . ”
“Saw off my head and smashed my brain . ”
Under the chanting of the incantation like a children’s horror nursery rhyme, the surging magic power condensed into a wooden saw, and a door leaf emerged –
then, the saw penetrated into the door .
At the next moment, a terrible scream came out of the metal jar .
“Ah, ah, ah, ah
“What a disgusting pigeon . ” The magician shrugged his shoulders and crossed his hands . In an instant, countless sharp blades appeared and penetrated the door .
With the sound of the sharp blade piercing into the flesh and blood, the scream stops abruptly .
On that tiny hole in the metal can, there was a trace of blood .
Blood, touched the card in front of the hole . In an instant, a bloody tree appeared on the bloody card, and then a branch reached out and slowly stretched through the hole .
The sobbing scream rang out again .
The metal jar rocked violently .
And the magician stood in the distance, watching the metal jar shake, watching the seedlings on the bright red card grow thicker and bigger .
“The Duke of the blood tree . ” The magician looked at the growth of the blood tree and exclaimed, “it’s really great to be able to deprive other people of their blood and give them to another person, but . . . ”
the admiration in his eyes turned cold .
“I’m sorry, I can’t trust you . ”
With that, his palms stretched out, his wrists lifted up, as if holding up something, and then crossed left and right .
A piece of black metal fragment suddenly appeared in the place where the blood tree grew and stabbed into the blood tree .
Dark power poured into the blood tree .
From where they were stabbed, black was spreading .
It seems to be aware of this black anomaly, the red light on the blood tree flashed, and then, the originally rapid spread of black, began to fade back .
The roots that reach into the metal bottle vibrate, drawing strength faster .
The shaking of the metal bottle is getting smaller and smaller .
And the magician looked at this scene, the deeper the smile on his face:
“Prince of blood tree, I didn’t expect that you also left behind . ”
At the moment of his voice, a red light flashed on the blood tree again . Then, a face appeared on the blood tree, which was the face of the Duke of blood tree .
His squint eyes were fixed on the magician:
“how can it be? I always insist on honest trading, just in case . ”
“Just in case?” The magician held the dagger and wiped it on the white glove of his left hand . “I checked it a dozen times and found no loopholes, except . . . ” the back hand left by the God in the fog . ” He looked at the face growing on the blood tree, then turned his eyes to the metal pot . “It seems that you have fully mastered what the God in the fog knows . However, I advise you not to appear frequently . Now the gods are searching for you . ”
“Search where I am?” The prince of blood tree showed a trace of indifference on his face . “They wish I could become the strongest God in the shell at once, and then be wiped away by the empty shellfish as the most priority grain reserve?”
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