Night Raven Master

Chapter 208 Nightmare Movement
The mercenaries screamed and moved away from His Excellency "Angus", nervously avoiding the ever-spreading shadow.

The large shadows were like paint spreading in the water, instantly dyeing the ground of the mercenary hall completely black.

The mercenaries who kept moving around had no room to hide.

However, the shadow is still spreading. Outside the mercenary guild, people's eyes widened, looking at the shadow that has spread outside the mercenary guild.

The shadow is still spreading, winding up from the ground to the outer wall of the mercenary guild.

And inside the mercenary guild, the mercenaries looked at the shadow that had already dyed the luxuriously decorated wall black in disbelief. Moreover, the spread of the shadow did not stop. In just a short moment, the shadow completely covered the wall. shrouded, and the ceiling was also shrouded in a layer of black.

"Heaven, Apocalypse!?"

This black field made the mercenaries immediately think of the field of the Apocalypse.

No one thought that Mr. "Angus" turned out to be an apocalypse.

The same is true for Kerbers. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the indifferent "Angus" standing in the center of the shadow with a black violin in his hand.

There was still no smile on the other party's face, just indifference, holding the bow gracefully in his right hand, and the two intertwined gray and white sections made wonderful music sound in the hall.

However, amidst the wonderful string music, there is a different kind of terror intertwined.

"Go away! Stay away from me!"

At this moment, Haun's eyes widened, he yelled in embarrassment, he backed away with both hands and feet, and waved his limbs in a panic from time to time.

The scene in his eyes was countless corpses, floating and sinking in the endlessly surging sea of ​​blood.

Countless bloody figures stretched out their arms to him, howling.

An arm covered with carrion hugged his calf, and the blood-stained gray bone palm grabbed his clothes. Countless heads were turned up by the blood waves, and the eyes full of unwillingness and resentment were in the skull. gazed at him.

A pair of huge light blue eyes loomed behind the blood wave.

Like a dead soul who ignores life, it exudes horror that makes people tremble.

"Fake, fake, all fake!"

Hown yelled, the expression on his face was a mixture of anger and fear, making him extremely ridiculous.

But his desperate howl didn't shake him out of the hallucination.

Kaka-

Kaka-

There was the sound of teeth chewing hard objects.

Horn looked down in horror.

He looked down at his right hand, where dozens of pairs of teeth were gnawing at his arm.

The rotting face, close at hand, is clearly visible.

Stained yellow teeth gnawed his flesh from his bones.

The intense pain of the flesh being bitten off made him extremely flustered, and his originally strong body was weak at this moment.

It's like going back to a few years ago, when he didn't have any superpowers and was just an ordinary person.

"Don't! Don't! Help! Help!"

There was no strength in his arm at all, and the viscous sea of ​​blood made him unable to thump, as if he had fallen into a swamp, the more he struggled, the more he sank.

He cried helplessly, snot and tears flowed out, and then poured into his eyes, nose and mouth together with viscous blood.

The strong sense of suffocation made his survival instinct stronger, but he didn't even have the ability to raise his arms.

The pain in his eyes had already made him close his eyes, and he couldn't see that his arms had been eaten away by the corpses in the sea of ​​blood, and even his bones had been gnawed to pieces.

They gnawed at his body and dismantled it into pieces, pulled out his cartilage and ligaments, and pulled them in strange ways, as if they were playing a musical instrument.

A poet like a corpse.

Hearing the eerie music, Horn's sense of pain and consciousness gradually became blurred.

In the eyes of everyone, it was after Mr. Angus suddenly started playing music that the rude and rude provocateur suddenly fell to the ground.

With a terrified expression on his face, he scrambled back and uttered a cry for help in fear—as if he was avoiding something terrifying.

Then it started to twitch inexplicably.

When "Angus" removed the bow from the strings, the terrified cries for help stopped, and the big man's eyes were also loose, and he lay powerlessly on the ground.

If it wasn't for the slight ups and downs of his chest, the mercenaries would even have thought he was dead.

"Master Angus" Kerbers opened his mouth, looking at the darkened hall.

On the surrounding walls, even the light of the crystal lamp that uses the rechargeable crystal as the energy source is mostly covered by shadows, unable to emit light.

Only the crystal lamp above the head has not lost its light.

He took another look at Haun who was lying on the ground. Although his chest was still heaving, his breath became weaker and weaker.

"May I ask you not to kill someone?"

After hesitating for a moment, Kerbers said nervously.

In the current situation, Lord Angus is the one being provoked.

Provoking the Apocalypse and being killed, as the murderer, at most need to be punished with some gold coins.

Sounds unfair, but it's the truth.

The status gap between Apocalypse and Apprentice, that's it.

Even if he is killed by the Apocalypse, the other party will not be punished, and the gold coins paid for compensation are nothing to the Apocalypse itself.

With Kerbers as the director of the mercenary guild, he can only persuade the other party to show mercy.

caveat?

Kerbers dared not, nor would he.

"Of course~" Art said with a smile, "He didn't die, I just taught him a little lesson."

Some things are more terrifying than death.

【Nightmare Movement · Corpse Poet lv7: Open when playing music, specify up to 500 targets, cause mental damage to the subject, the subject will fall into hallucinations, and add coldness, confusion and fear. 】

When he played, he joined the music score of the corpse poet.

Similar to what I guessed before, after learning the spell of the corpse poet, the score I saw in the center of the spell sequence is related to the nightmare instrument.

Afterwards, he turned his gaze to the fallen Hown. The opponent's giant sword no longer pointed at Yate's phantom, but fell on the ground, and the tip of the giant sword pointed elsewhere.

Their discussion did not take Haorn's own opinion into account at all, and he was unable to express any opinions.

His companions, Karlov and the others looked a little ugly, especially Lianne, if she hadn't been pulled by Bauer, she would have rushed out.

When Art turned his gaze to Horn, Karloff hurriedly said:
"My lord, he—"

However, before he finished speaking, black palms appeared in the surrounding shadows.

Art put the first movement on his neck again, raised the bow, and said to Karloff with a smile:

"Your name is Karloff, right—"

"You know me?" Karlov, with a nervous face, was slightly taken aback when he heard the other party's address, because his nervous expression froze slightly because he was worried about his companion's safety.

"Yeah." Arthur nodded, but didn't say much, "If you want me to let him go, of course, if you can defeat them, then I won't kill him, how about it?"

"they?"

Whether it was Karlov and the others, or the other mercenaries, they all looked at the figure crawling out of the shadows.

ten, one hundred, two hundred
The number of dolls is constantly increasing.

The mercenaries kept retreating, retreating to the corner in fear of the black human figures constantly emerging.

[Shadow Servant lv7: Gather the darkness and form up to 17 shadow power individuals who obey orders, with an attribute value of 70%. ——"Low-level creation spells, low-level magic creatures with only melee capabilities."]

[Shadow servant lv5: low-level shadow derivative.

Passive Magic creature lv5: No need to eat, breathe and sleep, immune to mind-like spells, immune to non-visual illusion-like spells, and dissipates after energy is exhausted.

Shadow figure lv5:

Passive: The received physical damage is reduced by 20%, and the received light attribute magic damage is increased by 10%.

Active: Shadow servants can change body parts to attack.

Strength: 10.4, Constitution: 10.4, Dexterity: 10.4, Spirit: 10.4
——"They can't use spells. Although they are a bit clumsy, they are not afraid of death."]

Art's eyes scanned the information bar of the shadow servant.

The magic shadow summoned by the lv7 shadow servant skill, the various ability values ​​are 40% of the user's spiritual value.

At lv1, it's only 10%.

With Yate's current mental power of 26.1, the shadow summoned is 40% of his mental power.

Originally, he didn't think the Shadow Servant had much effect.

However, after filling up the skill points and filling up the Shadow Servant's skills, I found that the summoned spell shadow has much stronger ability value than before, and it is no longer a situation that can be killed with a single spell.

The phantom of the night does not have the ability to cast spells, and cannot use spells. The spells used are the spells used by the shadow crow lord hidden in the phantom of the night.

This shadow that has shrouded the buildings of the Mercenary Guild is also the ability of the Lord of the Shadow Crow——

Apocalypse · Manipulation of shadows.

Yate didn't feel too much about being regarded as an apocalypse. Lord Shadowcrow is an apocalypse, which is true.

A lv7 shadow servant can create 17 spell shadows, so what about [-] shadow crows?
It's a pity that the size of the mercenary hall is not enough, otherwise he really wants to try the scene where thousands of shadow servants appear at the same time.

With his current mental attributes, there are thousands of high-ranking shadow servants.

Although these guys don't have high intelligence or spell-like abilities, and can only fight in close quarters, thousands of high-level magic shadows still look very intimidating.

Just like now.

"These are shadow servants!?"

Marshall stared wide-eyed at the hundreds of black humanoids.

There are so many! ?

Moreover, it is more solid.

If the shadow servants he had seen were compared to soft soil, then these shadow servants were like stones.

(End of this chapter)