Night Crow Master

"what happened?"

Yate, who was hiding in the shadows, thought about it.

Just now, he felt that a huge doom haunting this group of people was gradually becoming active.

The luck of their bodies has also been quieted a lot with the growth of bad luck.

This group of people is dead.

The amount of this doom is much more than the "Eye of Doom" status he inherited when he was in Glory World.

In the Glory World, "Eye of Doom" is a model that automatically collects bad luck, absorbs other people's luck when there is a crisis, and transfers the bad luck to other people to avoid the crisis.

However, that is the son of the age of the glorious world, and has the ability to marry oneself to others.

In other words, under the control of the fate of the glorious world, the bad luck gathered on him can be transferred out.

However, because of the possession of the visitor from the different world of Yate, as the essence of the conceptual creature, as long as the doom is absorbed into the body, if he does not actively release it, the doom will not be lost.

The doom on this group of demons is already comparable to how much he encountered when he encountered the wolves incident in the glory world.

Having gathered so much bad luck, you don't need to think about it to know that your identity is special.

However, Yate could not act on this basis, this was not the ability that Black Spur possessed.

He needs a "reasonable" reason.

"Secret assembly? What secret organization is it?"

Yate whispered to himself:

"There are also special transmission methods and security checks. Is it an underground chamber of commerce?"

The commonality of the players, one of the characteristics of the members of various diverse organizations-burning, killing, looting.

It doesn’t matter how you destroy the world if you don’t care about what impact it will have on the world.

The black thorn's behavior is to explore and hunt for treasure.

The action pattern of black thorns looking around for treasures and valuable items belongs to the category of normal logic.

"I don't know what's inside..."

Yate didn't intend to do it in one step, nor could he do it in one step. As Black Thorn, after showing his concern for this secret stronghold, he left directly.

Even if it is known that this is a stronghold of an underground chamber of commerce or other organizations, in normal logic, it can only be regarded as a side task or even a marginal matter.

Now, in the world of promotion missions, the focus of all players is on how to win and improve their evaluation, so as to enter a higher-rated node country when the mission world ends.

Even if it is wrong, Black Thorn should not focus on a "common" hidden stronghold.

And because of the cautious nature of the black thorn, the behavior of rashly sneaking into the black thorn cannot be done.

Then look for opportunities to investigate.

While feeling the player's emblem recording the words and deeds of the black thorn, Yate controlled the black thorn to leave.

...

At the same time, a battle is going on outside Bennett's territory.

No, it should be called a massacre.

A humanoid shape, but its slender head shows fear.

On its body, there was a huge wound, and four strangely-shaped weapons held on its legs and arms leaned on the ground, barely insisting on standing.

And a nearby double-headed demon clan was also covered with embarrassed wounds. Although it was not huge, it was not far from death to see the weaker breath of the opponent.

And myself, it's almost...

The Mozu raised his head, and the slender head full of blood turned to the right.

Several demons that looked similar to it were forced to retreat to the side.

However, the result has been determined. It is aware of its own passing lives and has no resistance to it. It does not think that other people will be willing to save itself.

What powerful magical items do you have in your hands?

At this moment, a shadow struck.

A huge black mist poured in from the front, occupying his entire field of vision.

...

In the center of the battlefield, a demon with dozens of hands and feet combined like dry tree roots and octopuses is fighting a giant.

The giant's whole body is pitch black, the whole body is not composed of entities, but a moving black mist.

At this moment, the monster was covered in blood, and when the black mist invaded, the tentacles with spherical eyes at the tips emitted magical beams like rays.

The high-intensity attack like a laser beam did not cause any damage to the black fog.

The magic beam penetrated directly through the pitch-black mist, and it did not cause any impact.

The black mist invaded directly.

When the figure of the demon clan appeared again, there was no sound at all, and it was fixed on the spot like a statue.

Not only this demons, but also a group of demons in the direction from which the black mist invaded.

In the same way, it is frozen in place like a statue.

"What's going on!? What is that!?"

A demon with seven wings and an asymmetrical, approximately oval torso. One of the wings shines brightly and thinking is surging.

The picture below made him unable to understand.

"Is it cursing magic?"

The limbs, both hands, feet and wings, were constantly swinging, causing its body to rise rapidly.

However, at this moment, a strong wind hit.

Without any hesitation, its pair of wings suddenly dissociated into dense silk threads with a chitin texture and condensed into a grid-like exoskeleton skeleton.

Moreover, huge magical power gushes from its body, relying on the skeleton to gather into a shield.

"It's too late."

The oval torso of the Seven-winged Demon Race, which is both a head and a body, showed a few folds representing doubts.

However, as soon as the doubts surfaced, it felt the body rise involuntarily afterwards.

The shield that had just been scattered and woven with huge magic power was directly torn apart.

The strong wind rushing after the shield ruptured made it suffer.

The body was torn apart.

Accompanying this feeling was a whisper, and several arrows condensed by invisible forces.

"died....."

There are no organs such as eyes, and the perception of the Seven Winged Demon Race, which relies solely on telepathy, has become blurred.

Perceiving the figure that is constantly approaching, it has no strength at all.

call--

The breeze blew, the Seven Winged Demon Race turned into pieces of broken flesh and blood and fell on the ground.

Immediately, a vague figure appeared in front of the flesh and blood, glanced at the flesh and blood on the ground, he turned his head and shouted at the black fog:

"Ye Xiao! Move faster!"

After shouting like the sound of the wind, the black mist burst suddenly, sweeping all the demons in the battlefield.

Afterwards, the black mist suddenly rolled and poured into the mouth of a black bird like a whirlpool, with a humanized expression on its face:

"Wait a minute, I still want to collect more fear..."

"You can also collect it at the destination, or you won't be able to catch up!"