Lord of the Silver Crow

At the next moment, everyone saw this man wearing a pure white mask. His figure was elegant, like a ghost in the night, leaping a few meters high and then falling.

"Stop him!"

The ordinary-looking man who looked like a leader clenched the scimitar in his hand and pierced it towards the man with the falling mask.

However, the man with the falling mask swung his left hand lightly and grabbed his wrist.

not good!

However, his body did not respond to the time he judged.

The rough palm twisted to the left.

Click

Accompanied by a huge force, the sound of bone dislocation sounded between his arms.

then--

Boom! ! !

The masked man raised his leg and stepped directly on his chest.

There was another crisp sound, and the members of the three-cornered hat heard the sound coming from the body.

The man with his chest collapsed and his eyes wide-eyed fell to the ground, the cocked cap on his head fell, and he was so painful that he let out a scream of **** ho.

then--

A scimitar fell and pierced his neck.

With his chest collapsed and his heart broken, he couldn't even make a **** ho sound, and his breath gradually disappeared.

However, all of this, because of the close relationship, not many cocked hat members saw it.

They only saw the fall of the captain.

With the idea of ​​"protecting the captain", the members of the three-cornered hats waved their scimitars at the masked man who fell behind the crowd.

But, strangely, no one's weapon can hurt the masked man with his back facing them.

The masked man just waved his hand with his back to them. They aimed at the masked man’s neck, head, and heart. The scimitars were all deflected. Some weapons fought together and made a clear sound of metal collision, while some The weapon was shot down.

Before they could understand what was going on, the masked man turned his body upside down and waved his right hand at them——

"He did..."

The thought that just came up was replaced by a sharp pain, interrupting all their thoughts.

The screams of six or seven people resounded on the quiet street that had just been broken almost at the same time.

The tricorne member who was guarding against a black glove attack from behind couldn't help but turn his head to look.

but--

Another "empty wave".

There were seven or eight more people who screamed.

and.......

Soon, the screams of these people stopped abruptly.

Aiming at the position of his neck, the masked man seemed to be holding something with his right hand and waved again.

Suddenly, several people stopped their struggling movements and their bodies fell softly.

This weird situation made a little boss in the cocked hat no longer able to bear it. He reached out to his pocket, grabbed a revolver and aimed it at the chest of the masked man——

but......

boom! ! !

When the loud noise resounded through the street with sparks blooming at the muzzle, the masked man just turned his body slightly to the right.

Originally, it was impossible to dodge the bullets at all, but...

The trajectory of the bullet changed in the air.

Abruptly, the bullet deviated from its trajectory.

It was as if the masked man and the bullet dodge each other, staggering past.

It was like a masked man holding a weapon, waving his arms wide and wide, just like holding a long-handled weapon.

But the strange thing was that when the swing was completed, the little boss's body also fell softly to the ground.

At this time, another voice sounded:

"Quick! Go! Kill those fishermen!!!"

Hearing Mr. Dismok's irritable instructions, everyone in the black gloves was an agitated spirit, and immediately rushed to the remaining cocked hat members who were severely injured and frightened, and waved the iron rod and iron rod in their hands.

The smell of blood once again brought some fluctuations to Yago's mood.

At the moment when he killed the big boss, his mood did not fluctuate at all, and when he killed other people, his emotions did not fluctuate.

It's like destroying a few puppets...

If he hadn't clearly realized that he was killing people, he might have felt that he had just destroyed a few worthless puppets...

Calmly, the scarecrow who controlled the giant sickle condensed by the spiritual mist returned to him, and Yago watched it quietly.

As if only a small incident had happened just now, Yago naturally transitioned from murder to thinking about the use of abilities.

Distorting the standing image, the part is equal to the whole.

With the probability puppet of this scarecrow posture, he can use all his abilities with all his strength.

Eliminate the system.

It seems that he cannot use the system's skills through the probability puppet, and can only be used through the ontology.

As he thought about it, the screams and the sound of panic fleeing from his ears became less and less, and finally he fell into calm.

"Di, Mr. Dismok."

A little "Jazz" boss rubbed the inferior black cloth glove on his right hand a little nervously:

"I, we won."

As he spoke, he looked at the masked man in front of Mr. Dismok a little uncomfortably.

Who is this masked man?

How did the action like that just now happen?

What is his relationship with Mr. Dismok?

Question after question came to mind.

Hearing the call, Yago looked away from the scarecrow, turned his head, imitating Dismok's tone, and said:

"Tell me, did you plan to surrender just now? Or escape?"

Suddenly, except for the somewhat ugly "jazz", almost everyone was agitated.

"No, Mr. Dismok—"

A little boss with a simple mind responded nervously.

This act of refusal to confess, let Yago couldn't help but feel happy.

Opening his mouth, he smiled:

"Then, think about your own punishment."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the ugly "jazz" and said:

"You come to supervise them and replace Nanbo."

"...Yes, yes! Mr. Dismok!"

The ugly man who didn't react at the beginning, after reacting, thanked him excitedly and emotionally made a statement of allegiance that Yago did not believe.

Immediately, Yago introduced the scarecrow "Dismok" to the crowd:

"By the way, this guy is called'crow'. A very powerful guy, can he deal with it alive or dead?"

Alive...dead?

Amid everyone's doubts, the masked man "crow" nodded without saying a word.

......

At the same time, a figure was quickly approaching the block where the cocked hat and black gloves were fighting.

However, when the pale youth slowly came to the intersection of the block, he only saw a group of people picking up the corpses...

"Huh? Is it over?"

The pale youth was slightly puzzled, then glanced around, and finally, his gaze was fixed on a man wearing a pure white mask.

"Wear this mask, can you see the way?"

The young man whispered, but he didn't have any interest in staying. After watching for a while, he returned on the same road and left the street.

When he left, Yago, with his back to the entrance of the street, stood up from a squatting posture in the crowd:

"You guys quickly clean up, I'll go back first."

"Yes! Mr. Dismok!"

Yago, who left the crowd and disappeared in the alleyway, whispered:

"Sir, can you keep up?"

"can."