Night Crow Master

The mercenaries screamed and stayed away from the Lord "Angus", a little nervous to avoid the spreading shadow.

The large shadows were like paint spreading in the water, instantly dyeing the floor of the mercenary hall completely black.

The mercenaries who were constantly moving around had no room to escape.

However, the shadow continued to spread. Outside the mercenary guild, people also stared at the shadow that had spread beyond the mercenary guild.

The shadow continued to spread, wrapping around the outer wall facing the Mercenary Guild from the ground.

In the interior of the Mercenary Guild, the mercenaries looked at the shadows that had blackened the luxuriously decorated walls in disbelief. Moreover, the spread of the shadows did not stop. In a short moment, the shadows completely covered the walls. Covered, and the ceiling is also covered with a layer of black.

"Heaven, apocalypse!?"

This black domain immediately reminded the mercenaries of the domain of the apocalypse.

No one thought that Mr. "Angus" turned out to be an apocalypse.

The same goes for Kerbers. He opened his mouth wide and looked in disbelief as he stood in the center of the shadow, holding a black violin in his hand, with an indifferent "Angus" face.

There was still no smile on the other party's face, just indifferent, holding the bow in his right hand gracefully, and the two interweaving gray-white sections made wonderful music sound in the hall.

However, a different kind of horror is intertwined in the wonderful string music.

"Get away! Stay away from me!"

At this moment, Haun, his eyes widened, yelled very embarrassedly, retreated with his hands and feet together, and waved his limbs in a panic from time to time.

The sight in his eyes was countless corpses floating in the endless sea of ​​blood.

Countless **** figures stretched out their arms to him crying.

Carrion-covered arms hugged his calves, with blood-stained gray bone palms, grabbed the corners of his clothes, countless heads were turned up by blood waves, and the eyes full of resentment and resentment in the skull Staring at him.

A pair of huge light blue eyes loomed after the wave of blood.

Like a dead soul who ignores life, it exudes a trembling terror.

"Fake, fake, all fake!"

Hown yelled, the expression on his face that was a mixture of anger and fear, which looked ridiculous.

But his desperate roar did not free him from the illusion.

Kaka——

Kaka——

The sound of teeth chewing hard objects came.

Haun looked down in horror.

He lowered his head and looked at his right hand, dozens of pairs of teeth were chewing on his arm.

The rotten face was close at hand, clearly visible.

The dirty yellow teeth gnawed his flesh from the bones.

The intense pain of being bitten off made him panicked, his originally strong body was weak and 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 arms couldn't help him at all, and the thick sea of ​​blood made him even lack the ability to thump, as if he had fallen into a swamp, the more he struggled, the more he sank.

He cried helplessly, his nose and tears flowed out, and then poured into his eyes, nose and mouth with sticky blood.

The strong sense of suffocation made his survival instinct even stronger, but he didn't even have the ability to raise his arm.

The pain in his eyes had already made him close his eyes, and he couldn't see that his arm had been gnawed away by the corpses in the blood, and even the bones had been gnawed away.

They gnawed and disassembled his body into pieces, pulled out his cartilage and ligaments, and pulled them with weird methods, as if they were playing an instrument.

Poet like a corpse.

Horn listened to the strange music, his pain and consciousness gradually blurred.

In the eyes of everyone, after Mr. Angus suddenly began to play music, the rude and rude provocateur suddenly fell to the ground.

With an expression of horror on his face, he scrambled back and cried out in fear-as if he was avoiding something terrifying.

After that, he started to twitch inexplicably.

When "Angus" removed the bow from the strings, the panic cries for help stopped, and the big man's eyes were also lost, and he lay down weakly on the ground.

If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of his chest, the mercenaries would even think he was dead.

"Angus...sir..." Kerbers opened his mouth and looked at the darkened hall.

On the surrounding walls, even the light of the crystal lamp that uses charged crystals as an energy source is mostly covered by shadows, unable to emit light.

Only the crystal lamp above the head has not lost its light.

He glanced at Haun who fell on the ground again. Although the opponent's chest was still undulating, his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

"Can you please don't kill people?"

After hesitating, Kerbers said nervously.

In the current situation, Lord Angus was the one being provoked.

To provoke the Apocalypse and be killed, as the murderer, at most he needs to be punished with some gold coins.

It sounds unfair, but this is the truth.

This is the status gap between the apocalypse and the apprentice.

Even if they were killed by the apocalypse, the other party would not be punished, and the gold coins for compensation were nothing to the apocalypse himself.

With Kerbers as the director of the Mercenary Guild, he could only persuade the opponent to show mercy.

caveat?

Kerbers did not dare and did not want to.

"Of course~" Yate said with a smile, "He is not dead, I just teach him a little lesson."

Some things are more terrifying than death.

【Nightmare Movement·The Poet of Corpse lv7: Turn on when playing the music, and specify up to 500 targets to cause mental damage to the subject, and the subject will fall into hallucinations, adding coldness, confusion and fear. 】

When he played, he added the piece of music from the poet of the corpse.

Similar to what I had previously guessed, after learning the corpse poet's spell, the piece of music that I saw in the center of the spell sequence was related to the nightmare instrument.

Then, he turned his gaze to Haun, who had fallen. The opponent's giant sword no longer pointed at Yate's phantom, but fell on the ground, and the tip of the giant sword pointed elsewhere.

Their discussion completely ignored Haun's own opinions, and he was unable to express any opinions.

His companions, Karlov and others' faces were a little ugly, especially Liane, if it weren't for Bauer, she would have rushed out.

When Ater's gaze turned to Haun, Karlov said quickly:

"This lord, he—"

However, before he could finish his words, black palms appeared in the surrounding shadows.

Yate put the first movement on his neck again, raised the bow, and said to Karlov with a smile:

"Your name is Karlov, right—"

"Do you know me?" Karlov, with a nervous look, was slightly taken aback when he heard the other party's name, because his nervous expression was slightly stagnant because he was worried about his companion's safety.

"Yeah." Yatong nodded, but didn't say much. "You want me to let him go, of course. If you can defeat them, then I won't kill him, how about?"

"they?"

Whether it was Karlov and the others, or the other mercenaries, they all looked at the human figure crawling out of the shadows.

Ten, one hundred, two hundred...

The number of human figures is constantly increasing.

The mercenaries kept retreating, and were frightened to the corner by the black human figures that kept emerging.

[Shadow Servant lv7: Condensing darkness, forming up to 17 shadow power individuals obeying orders, with an attribute value of 70%. ——"Low-level creation spells, low-level spell creatures with melee ability only."]

[Shadow Servant lv5: low-level shadow token.

Passive·Spell Creature lv5: No need to eat, breathe or sleep, immune to mental spells, immune to non-visual illusions, and dissipate after energy consumption.

Shadow humanoid lv5:

Passive: Reduce the physical damage received by 20%, and increase the damage received by light spells by 10%.

Active: Shadow servants can change their body parts to attack.

Strength: 10.4, Constitution: 10.4, Agility: 10.4, Spirit: 10.4

——"They cannot use spells. Although a little clumsy, they are not afraid of death."]

Yate's gaze swept across the shadow servant's information column.

lv7 The shadow of the spell summoned by the shadow servant skill, each ability value is 40% of the user's spirit value.

At lv1, only 10%.

With Yate's current mental power value of 26.1, the summoned shadow is 40% of the spiritual power.

Originally, he didn't think the Shadow Servant had much effect.

However, after the skill points were filled and the Shadow Servant's skill points were full, it was discovered that the summoned spell Shadow had a much stronger ability value than before, and it was no longer a situation that a single spell could kill.

The Dark Night Phantom does not have the ability to cast spells, and cannot use spells. The spells used are the spells used by the Shadow Crow Lord hidden in the body of the Night Phantom.

This shadow that has enveloped the building of the mercenary guild is also the ability of the lord of the Shadowcrow——

Apocalypse·Control the shadow.

As for the matter of being regarded as the Apocalypse, Yate didn't feel much in his heart. The Shadow Crow Lord is the Apocalypse, which is indeed correct.

The shadow servant of lv7 can create 17 shadows of spells, so what about three hundred shadow crows?

It is a pity that the size of the mercenary hall is not enough, otherwise he really wants to try a scene where thousands of shadow servants appear at the same time.

With his current mental attributes, that is thousands of high-level shadow servants.

Although these guys don't have too much intelligence or spell-like ability, they can only fight in close quarters, but the thousands of high-strength magic shadows still seem to be very deterrent.

Just like now.

"These are...shadow servants!?"

Marshall's eyes widened, looking at the hundreds of black humanoids.

There are so many! ?

Moreover, it is more solid.

If the shadow servants he had seen were compared to soft soil, then these shadow servants were like rocks.