Night Crow Master

Watching the spread of the black mist, a group of church personnel wearing blue-green robes in the distance of Lorance, the ancient city, looked serious.

"The wind is dead."

Storm Sacrifice Teromeny's face was gloomy.

As a sacrifice to the Eye of the Storm, he can sense the wind's will.

In the black mist, there was no "will" coming.

Feeling the deathly silent "Wind Trace" around him, he felt a sense of fear.

"It's too quiet, too quiet!"

Behind Tremini, a black-haired young man sacrificed to the storm, his nose twitched.

"Did you feel it too!?" Tremini stared at the opponent, even a clear expression of fear appeared on the opponent's face.

"This is definitely not a cult-level evil **** sacrifice...I think it is a bishop level, no, the probability of being a pope-level evil **** is more than 90%!!!"

The young man's trembling right hand clenched the necklace hanging on his chest tightly. The expression on his face had seen nothing but fear, and his piety and concentration had long since disappeared.

"Those black mists are part of the evil god!!!" The young man's expression was very excited.

There is no doubt that the wind will die because of the weird black fog.

Not only the wind, but also other things, as long as it is shrouded in the black mist, anything with will will die.

Everything was taken as the target of attack, even the dead spirits wandering in the wilderness were not let go, even the souls of the church members were not let go.

Not only is the person dead, the soul has not yet come out, and no soul has been seen leaving the black mist.

.......

Plane: Black magic stage.

This is a plane filled with all kinds of strange props.

Various seemingly weird, seemingly ordinary props are everywhere in this plane.

In the center of the plane, a man in a weird and flamboyant costume was standing on the stage.

The deity believed by the Magician Order is a "god" magician with multiple levels of strength.

Or called "the **** of black magic".

He killed the previous "god" who occupied this plane and seized this plane as his stronghold.

"Oh? Run away?"

When the evil **** Galga was resurrected, he turned his head and looked at a metal can in the corner.

Raise his right hand-

Snapped.

Accompanied by the crisp snapping of his fingers, the metal jar turned a half circle.

Intact?

The magician sneered, his eyes flashed with a black light, and a small hole appeared in the metal jar.

"God in the mist... you really have left behind. What a pity, what a pity, you are still dead."

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then his white gloved right hand turned over.

A blood red card appeared in his hand:

"The plane you are hiding is really hard to find. If you don't do some tricks, you can't find it, and you won't be able to sell it for a good price."

"It's just that if you want to use this thing, you have to ask for a sacrifice. Since you have already run away, there is no way to continue using it. Just take you as a sacrifice."

Gently throwing the blood-colored card upward, the magician's hands were intertwined.

A pair of huge white gloves emerged out of thin air, grabbed the metal can, and then squeezed it hard.

When the palm of the hand opened, the metal jar inside had disappeared.

In contrast, a metal jar appeared on the soles of the magician's feet.

Lifting his foot, he gently kicked the jar.

The jar flew out and drew a black arc on the stage. After a round, it stopped right in front of him and stopped under the red card.

The falling red card fell precisely on the metal can and stood on the tiny hole.

The next moment, he raised his hands, a playful smile appeared on his face:

"Opened the door, closed the door."

"Who did you call? Call me."

"Saw off my head and mashed my brain."

Under the chanting of the spell like a child’s horrible nursery rhyme, the surging magic power condenses into a wood saw, and a door emerges—

Then, the wood saw reached into the door.

The next moment, a terrifying scream came from the metal can.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"What an annoying pigeon." The magician shrugged his shoulders, folded his hands together, and instantly countless sharp blades emerged and pierced into the door.

Chi Chi Chi Chi——

Accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh and blood, the scream stopped abruptly.

A trace of blood dripped from the small hole in the metal can.

The blood touched the card blocked in front of the pore.

In an instant, a blood-colored sapling appeared on the blood-colored card, and then a branch stretched out and slowly reached in through the pore.

The scream of sobbing sounded again.

The metal jar shook violently.

The magician stood in the distance, watching the metal jar sway, watching the saplings on the bright red cards grow thicker and taller.

"As expected to be the Duke of the Blood Tree." The magician watched the blood tree grow and exclaimed, "It's really amazing to be able to deprive another person of blood and give another person, but..."

The admiration in his eyes instantly turned cold.

"I'm so sorry, I can't trust you."

As he said, his palm stretched out, his wrist lifted up as if he was holding something, and then he crossed left and right.

A dark metal fragment suddenly appeared at the place where the blood tree grew, piercing the blood tree.

The dark power poured into the blood tree.

From the place where it was pierced, black continued to spread.

It seemed that the black abnormality was noticed, and the red light flashed on the blood tree, and then the black that had spread rapidly began to fade back.

The roots that stretched into the metal bottle trembled, drawing power at a faster rate.

The shaking of the metal bottle became smaller and smaller.

The magician watched this scene with a deeper smile on his face:

"The Duke of the Blood Tree, I didn't expect you to have a second hand."

At the moment his voice sounded, a red light flashed on the blood tree again, and then, a human face appeared on the blood tree, and it was the face of the Duke of the blood tree.

His slightly squinted eyes looked at the magician:

"How come, I have always uphold the integrity of transactions, this is just just in case."

"Just in case?" The magician held the dagger and wiped it on the white glove of his left hand. "I checked more than a dozen times and found no loopholes, except..."

"The back hand left by the **** of the mist." He stared at the face growing on the blood tree, and then turned his gaze to the metal can. "It seems that you have fully grasped what the **** of the mist knows But, I advise you, it’s better not to show up often. Now the gods are searching everywhere for you."

"Search where I am?" The Duke of the Blood Tree showed a hint of indifference. "They wish that I would immediately become the strongest **** in the world in the shell, and then be obliterated by the Void Shellworm as the highest priority food reserve, right?"