Night Crow Master

Although the changes that occurred in the spiderweb plane were not exposed, the power of the demon eye was upgraded to the power of every demon, which was close to the rule level, but the entire spiderweb plane was distorted.

The spider web plane originally eroded by the power of the magic eye, this huge plane condensed by the spider silk of the weaver of fate.

Under the interference of the power of every demon, distortion occurred immediately.

Not only the space, but also the time on the Cobweb Plane, has been distorted.

"Because of the lack of order? It's easier to twist it." Yate was familiar with his power.

Unfamiliar, because he really has this power for a short time.

Familiar, because after he has obtained this power, he has been able to adapt and become familiar with this new power at an extremely fast speed as if he had held it for thousands of years.

This is when the power of magic can distort the reality of the outside world with its own power.

Although the creature like the Voidshell tends to order, it is essentially a creature on the chaotic side. There are no real rules and no real order inside the body.

Simply put, the rules of the world in the shell are not strict, and it is relatively simple to twist the world-his power can easily twist the entire spider web plane comparable to the size of a planet.

If he were to change to the Night Crow World... he thought about it, with the magic power he just used, it can only be twisted by about one third, and, like this kind of situation that can even be twisted in time, he has The world of Night Crows with clear time rules is also difficult.

And, it can't last that long.

In the world covered by rule-level power, the power will tend to be stable and difficult to be distorted, and regions with abnormal changes will also slowly recover.

As he experimentally transported the power of every magic to all parts of the spiderweb plane, the distortion of the entire spiderweb plane became larger and larger, and the power of every magic that could distort the rules, encountered a world without rules to repair, the effect was natural Needless to say.

Countless magic nodes appeared on the outer layer of the entire spiderweb plane.

When you get close to these nodes, you will fall into the twisted rules, whether it is the magic node that slows down ten times, or the magic node that exchanges "front" and "left".

The former will slow down the time of being caught in it tenfold, and the latter will make people who want to go to the left move forward and those who move forward to the left.

This is not an illusion, but in these magic nodes, the rules are like this.

Unless the person who enters has a stronger power than he can resist or simply destroy the magic node, and the weak... even the distortion is not noticeable.

After adjusting his shell slightly and adjusting the body of the pseudo-eight-limbed master with the power of magic, Yate turned his attention to the outside world.

When the death **** in the world in the shell was monitoring this plane before, he felt that there must be something to monitor the plane of the spider web outside the plane of the spider web.

The only thing he knows is that it monitors the Cobweb Plane, and it absolutely has nothing to do with the path of fate like prophecy.

After all, he, who is inherently bad luck, can easily counteract it when he is regarded as a prophetic target.

Not to mention that it is not noticeable, it is easy to find the target and kill the opponent directly, and to bite the opponent back with bad luck.

But now it seems... indeed not.

But...a new batch of...for the dead.

...

Outside the Cobweb Plane, on the edge of the plane a few light years away, a small plane.

A strange layer of mist solidified abruptly, and the reason for the solidification was behind the mist, a gloomy, three-headed, four-handed weird humanoid creature.

The gloomy creature, thick mist permeated its body.

The mist that enveloped him was gushing from him.

The wound on his body is slowly surging and repairing.

"Never stop..." the mist-shrouded creature whispered, and one of its heads showed fatigue.

At this moment, a dozen figures suddenly appeared.

For the dozens of silhouettes and creatures entangled in the mist, they had to stop the steps they had just raised.

Immediately, the dozens of figures with strange emotions in their eyes all cast their sights on him.

The strange creatures entangled in the mist looked at the dozens of people with gloomy faces and couldn't help but feel desperate in their hearts.

If it weren't for the food that appeared in his dealings with the devil, and even his soul and body were taken away, how could he only have the strength that is less than the third level of the multiplicity, and how could only the will entrusted in the artifact?

This will entrusted in the necklace hasn't moved much for more than 10,000 years. It wasn't until a thousand years ago that he recovered some of it by coincidence and gained himself.

After struggling for a thousand years in this necklace, he naturally knew that the **** in the mist was not his body.

In that transaction, he had lost everything, and obtained the monster's body through various means, and now he has only so much power to recover.

God-Magician...

Why did the other party kill him?

Originally wanted to get help, but it provokes the killer.

He cast his sights on the dozen people in front of him.

They are members of the magician's church.

If he was still the **** in the mist, how could he be afraid of this group of low-level creatures that he could easily kill before?

But now, he can only flee in embarrassment.

Under the gaze of the three heads, the dozen figures quickly appeared around the old man Yingshan with the help of the gloomy environment, and immediately raised their hands at the same time.

Like a trick, a dozen daggers condensed by power suddenly rushed out.

There is no sharp weapon with the slightest sound, but it brings a strong killing intent.

Turning into heavy light and shadow, it shrouded every vital part of his body.

Hum——

Accompanied by a burst of strange black ripples.

The attacks sent by the members of the Magician Church disappeared in midair strangely.

And the dozens of silhouettes also froze their bodies inexplicably.

The rebirth of the **** in the mist paused for a while.

Although he has no power, even the current will is only a low-level composition of the soul state.

However, he could perceive the vastness of that power...

A **** as powerful as he once was.

who is it?

However, immediately that black light appeared again and passed over him.

"How come!? Didn't you save me!?"

With doubts, the body of the reborn **** in the mist became stiff.

Like the hunters of the dozen or so magicians' churches, they stiffened.

Then, crystal black power gushed out of their bodies.

Weird power, born from the mind, changed his body.

Horrible and frightening changes.

The skin burst suddenly, the body became dry, and the straw-like muscle tissue quickly expanded and turned into octopus tentacles. The skin of other parts of the body also burst open, revealing straw-like dry flesh. The figure of the whole person has doubled, and it looks like a huge red scarecrow, ugly and hideous.

"God in the fog? You have completely lost the qualification to fight for the status of a god. It's not that they don't know that you are reborn, but it is useless if you are reborn."

"Speaking of which, it is really appropriate to use the power of every magic as a means of changing the scarecrow of the blood feast, and it is also appropriate to let you be the source of the war."

From the twisted spatial vortex, the crystal black eyes that emerged, flashed with a trace of mercy.