Night Crow Master

But after being knocked down, the black mage ended in amazement, without any fear. On the contrary, he glared at Yate with ferocious and vicious eyes:

"I will find you! Then, I will kill all your family members! Then let you die in pain and despair!"

The bones of the whole body are shattered and most of the flesh and blood are broken. Although it is painful for the tombstone black magician, the tombstone black magician has divided the soul into Horcruxes. The spiritual bridge is almost broken, and the connection between the soul and the spirit is extremely weak. This kind of pain did not all pass to his soul.

The mouthpiece, which is still capable of movement, worked hard, making wild laughs:

"No, I will make all your family dementors! Let them eat your soul by themselves, and then kill them before you die! Hahahaha!!!"

He relied on the tombstone black mage with a Horcrux and laughed wildly.

His eyes were already broken, he couldn't even see the humanoid entity condensed in the black mist as a crow, and he kept talking cruelly.

And Yate heard his screaming words before he died, and there was no wave in his heart.

Even, listening to his increasingly dirty yelling, Yate couldn't help blinking his eyes, and his smile became stronger:

"This is the so-called incompetent rage?"

Because of incompetence, you can only move your mouth?

Although the inferior phylactery of Horcrux is weak due to the poor splitting method, the connection between the divided souls is very weak, but the connection still exists.

The magician in this world cannot be found, but that doesn't mean he can't find it.

When the palm of the hand was raised, in the body of the crow servant, strands of mental power emerged, and in the black fog that was condensed, an unknown group of black doom split into threads and attached to it, then—

Hundreds of spiritual threads and threads of doom were entwined and shot at the black magician on the ground.

The thread of spiritual force intertwined with doom suddenly penetrated the black mage's brain, pierced into his spiritual sea, and poured into his soul along the ruptured spiritual bridge.

The black magician who was swearing swearing in a state of incompetence and rage stopped abruptly.

The palm of the hand moved slightly, and the thread of doom swayed with the swing of the thin spiritual thread, penetrating the soul with only the upper body.

While the soul screamed and screamed and was drawn by the spiritual thread recklessly, the black thread flew out following some inexplicable connection.

"In this direction?"

Seeing the thread of doom moving along the connection through the crow servant, Yate snapped his fingers.

In an instant, among the crows scattered all over the continent, the crow servants in the direction of this trace of doom began to move.

At the moment Yate stripped out all the memories from the soul of the dark magician by rude means, and caused his death, the crow servants everywhere have moved to another soul at a speed that is almost spatial. The doom on the weapon found this Horcrux.

...

"What, you were killed once?"

In the northern church of another city in southern France, a strong white man dressed as a priest narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who had just walked out of the secret room in front of him.

"You are really rubbish."

The strong white man looked extremely strong, and the holy priest's robe made him look like a necromancer at all.

But there is no doubt that he is.

A necromancer from the church.

In this world, there is no difference between a priest and a magician.

From beginning to end, all priests are actually magicians.

At least, in the cognition of the magic world, it is like this.

In the secret room in the church, there are still various items preserved.

Looking at this man, the priest-like black mage whispered:

"This person is..."

He said the identity information of this person again: "You have memorized it."

The man nodded: "I see, you will be paid later."

This is also a place...a place for human trafficking.

Some black magicians with tombstones will choose to trade with this person, and when their body or other Horcruxes are destroyed, they will find a body as a container for the Horcrux—people who come to church to pray.

"Damn it, what happened recently, the tombstone has suffered so much damage, and even Lord Pavarius is dead."

The priest cursed in a low voice. Originally, there were still a lot of believers in his church, but recent events caused a large number of tombstone members to die once.

As a container for members of the tombstone, a lot of believers in this church are also occupied, and one third of the believers have been sold.

With that said, the priest turned his head and glanced at the man:

"Heku, how did you get killed?"

Horcruxes can obtain memories of other Horcruxes or when the subject was killed.

"I'm......"

The man named Herku wanted to say something, but as soon as he spoke, his brows wrinkled, and he couldn't remember how his own body was killed.

"Can not remember......"

"What? Can't remember!?"

The priest's face showed anger: "What stupid thing did you do when you split the Horcrux? Don't say you don't remember what happened after you split the Horcrux now."

Splitting the Horcrux is a delicate operation. In this case, it is Heku, the idiot, who completely separates the Horcrux. In other words, this Heku.......

"No, I remember what happened afterwards!"

Heku also understands several situations in which errors occur when dividing Horcrux, whether it is fatal or the consequences of complete division, he also understands.

"I also remember everything I set out to find Sleepy Hollow."

Heku said a few messages that could confirm his words.

As Heku gave out all the confirmation information, the anger on the priest's face disappeared, and he immediately revealed a puzzled look:

"Then why..."

After speaking, the two looked at each other, seeming to understand something.

"headless rider!!!"

According to legend, the headless knight is the messenger of death...

"Have you been killed by a headless horseman!?" The priest stared, "Does a headless horseman really exist?"

"I do not know either!"

After Heku made the speculation, he also looked confused. This speculation was based on the speculation under the action.

Whether the Headless Horseman exists or not is a matter of uncertainty in the magic world.

And they did not notice that on the top of the church, a crow was emitting a thin spiritual thread, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"The headless horseman."

In the forest near the Mashan Ranch, Yate looked at the Heku corpse on the ground, collating the information he got, and gathering strength at the same time——

The magic power gathered into a black, huge sickle.

"The headless knight's weapon should be like this, right?"

Looking at this black sickle formed by a high degree of magical power, Yate couldn't help but touch his chin.

In addition to crows, things generally related to death include sickles and crosses.

Speaking of...

Do you want to take the road of death?

You have to think about it carefully. He has already decided to take a lot of roads.

Doom is the subject, involving crows, darkness, disaster, and original sin. One main road, four secondary roads.

Plus one death?

No, according to Lion's memory, the more roads, the more difficult it is, and the more complicated the roads are, the more difficult it is to promote. The best choice is to raise one road to a sufficient level before involving other roads.

Hmm... Forget it, my current level is still a bit far from this.

When thinking like this, Yate gently waved his sickle, and the magic of the scroll brought up a terrifying invisible blade, leaving a torn mark nearly 100 meters long on the ground, combining Heku’s body with the forest. This area was cut into two sections.

"In this way, someone will really be a headless horseman, right?"

Seeing this trace, Yate showed a smile.

Afterwards, the black mist's condensed body dispersed, revealing the crow in the center.

The divine light in the crow's eyes disappeared, and Yate revoked the control of the crow servant. It stopped on the ground, combed its feathers for half a minute, and left with flapping wings.