Night Crow Master

At the moment when the eyes disappeared, a weird hiss came from the black mist.

The evil **** who was possessed by the old bishop looked back and saw a slender, straw-like claw stretched out from the black mist.

"A mere three! Dare to attack me too!?"

Cthulhu grabbed the weird bone stick in front of him and waved it to the side.

Immediately after the next moment, black flames gushed from the bone stick, passing the withered hand at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, and the terrifying black activity suddenly broke out, exploding a black flame soaring into the sky.

Although he has been sealed for many years, his mastery of power has not declined in the slightest.

In the original world, he was crushed like an ant by a powerful multi-organization, causing his power to fail, and the power to back his body, turning him into a monster that is difficult to kill.

Although he has lost most of his senses, he is undoubtedly a multi-level four powerhouse. In this world of shell insects, he is a god!

Moreover, in this world, no god's power can kill him!

His power comes from the destruction of the world, the power of resentment and backlash from countless creatures, and the weird power of his own will blending.

For the original world, he is a collection of the world’s grievances

Only the existence of original sin and spiritual path can kill him.

However, even the real devil cannot completely eliminate him.

As long as any part of his body is still alive, he will be able to absorb the grievances of the creatures at an extremely fast speed.

In less than half a year, he will be able to recover into a complete individual.

The only restriction is... his sanity is in his head.

If he loses his head, other parts of his body can move, but only instinct.

The **** of the **** black magic, the magician, deceived him with the tricks he did, and also found the **** in the mist, who was suspected of being a devil, cut off his body with a special method, and isolated his head.

Use his body like a slave.

If it weren't for the death of the **** of the mist, letting the seal loose a little, causing his will to escape a little, he would never be able to recover.

That **** in the fog, when working with the magician, left his right hand...

Perhaps it was used as a hidden bargaining chip to threaten the magician, but no one, including him, thought that the **** in the mist would suddenly die.

Garga could be sure that the **** in the mist who left behind in the seal must have died.

But it doesn't matter anymore, it's just that one of the targets of revenge on the revenge list has died.

His hatred can also be poured out on the magician.

Now, he is very weak and needs some time to recover.

However, no matter how weak, how dare a multi-level three-level ant attack him!

Attack the great **** of all laws!

The body of the evil **** Galga shook, and the old bishop's body was completely eroded and occupied by the body of the resentment, endless polymer of resentment poured out into ghost heads, grinning fiercely toward the black mist. Attacked with dry arms.

In an instant, Galga saw countless ghost heads wrapping the stupid body in it.

Next, there is no doubt that the other person’s body is like those creatures who were eroded by resentment before. The body twitched suddenly, and then fell to the ground in desperate pain. Unfortunately, it is not a crowd. If it is a crowd, it will Began to make a noise, screaming in panic, crying in fear, and retreating from the pain of being trampled on, and being killed and infected by resentment in despair, becoming a generator of resentment until it is drained.

Moreover, even the undead, as long as they have themselves, they cannot resist!

Garga laughed in his heart, ready to turn around, find a suitable direction to escape, hide, and after absorbing enough resentment to recover, he found the magician to take revenge.

However, at this moment, his head that hadn't completely turned around suddenly twisted, and a little surprise appeared on his pale face because of a lot of blood loss and being occupied by resentment.

The other withered arm came out from the black mist, and appeared before the evil **** Garga, a black-red monster like a scarecrow.

But compared to the scarecrow that drives the birds in the rice fields, the hideous form of this huge scarecrow can only make people fall into fear.

The resentment he released was like a rat screaming frantically like a mouse caught in a mouse trap, and then quickly wasted by the weird black.

It's like being eaten.

"What power is this!? The original sin of desire? The devil!?"

Garga, who was sensitive to the power of the natural enemy, the devil, couldn't help being surprised when looking at the specious power.

trap! ?

Could it be a trap? It was deliberately letting his will leak out, waiting for him when he gathered his will and found a chance to possess him, and then destroyed him! ?

Damn it! ?

The scarecrow-like monster opened his mouth and spit out a black and red storm.

A terrifying storm like a level 12 hurricane, engulfed in black mist, instantly enveloped the body of the evil **** Garga.

In an instant, the resentment that made up his body outside his body was stripped and crushed by the weird black power.

This is not the weird power of a natural enemy better than a natural enemy, so the evil **** Garga immediately realized that it was not good.

Without any hesitation, he immediately condensed all the exposed grievances to the inside of the old bishop's body, and then burned the little life force left by the old bishop without hesitation, and let this fragile body move toward the memory of nothing at the speed of breaking through the sound barrier. Run quickly in the dark fog area.

All the vitality of this body can only last for three seconds, either the vitality is exhausted or the body falls apart at high speed.

However, it should be enough!

The evil **** Galga also resolutely burned the grievances in his body as a fuel for propulsion and a shield to protect the body of the old bishop.

Although doing so will prolong his response time a lot, there is nothing else to consider at this time! ?

You must escape, and you must tell this news to the sealed will body!

He didn't realize that the scarecrow stopped when he was running wild.

Then, a hazy black mist gathered together to form a crow, which fell on the shoulder of the scarecrow.

"Unexpected chess piece, but very good, very useful."

"Next, it's time to let go of the curse orchard restrictions..."

The crow's body collapsed and disappeared into the air, and the scarecrow at the Devil Blood Banquet also began to move again——

Go outside the long-distance city of Lorance.

At the same time, all the church members who were sent by the church to deal with this evil **** incident found that the black mist in front of them suddenly began to vibrate like ripples on the water. Then, it was different from the black and red scarecrows that had been wiped out with all their efforts. , A giant scarecrow came out of it.

And, more than one.

How many?

Hundreds?

Tens of thousands?

Countless full, crystal black fruits fell from the deep cursed fruit tree, turning into a scarecrow in the blood feast, spitting out black mist from the dry and cracked body, swallowing the light.

Moving outward, all church members who got in the way were killed indiscriminately and without hesitation, and then absorbed by the curse fruit tree that had just grown.

When one fruit after another grows, the black mist is spreading at an extremely fast speed!