Night Raven Master

Chapter 492 Lifting restrictions
The moment the eyes disappeared, a strange hiss came from the black mist.

The evil spirit possessed by the old bishop looked back, and saw a slender, straw-like claw sticking out from the black mist.

"Level three! How dare you attack me!?"

The evil god grabbed the weird bone staff in front of him, and swung it forcefully to the side.

Immediately after the next moment, black flames gushed out from the bone staff, passing over the withered hand at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, and the terrifying black activity suddenly erupted, exploding black flames that soared into the sky.

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

In the original world, he was crushed like an ant by a powerful multi-dimensional organization, causing his power to fail, and the power backlashed his body, turning him into an unkillable monster.

Although he has lost most of his senses, he is still an undoubted fourth-level multivariate powerhouse. In this shellworm world, he is a god!
And, in this world, no power of a god can kill him!

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

For the original world, he is a collection of grievances from that world

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

However, even the real devil cannot completely destroy him.

As long as any part of his body is still alive, he can absorb the resentment of living beings to expand and grow at an extremely fast speed.

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

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

If the head is lost, other parts of his body can still move, but only instinctively.

That damned god of black magic, that magician, deceived him with dirty tricks, and even found the god of mist who was suspected of being a devil, cut off his body in a special way, and isolated his head.

Use his body like a slave.

If it wasn't for the death of the God of Mist, which loosened the seal a little bit, causing his will to escape a little bit, it would be impossible for him to recover.

The god of the mist, when cooperating with the magician, kept his right hand...

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

Garga can be sure that the God of Mist who left behind in the seal must be dead.

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

His hatred can also be poured on the magician.

Right now, he's weak and needs some time to recover.

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

Attack the great god of magic!
The body of the evil god Garga swayed, and endless resentment polymers gushed out from the body of resentment that had completely eroded the body of the old bishop, turning into ghost heads, grinning fiercely towards the black mist. The withered arm struck.

In an instant, Garga saw countless ghost heads wrapping the idiot's body in them.

Next, there is no doubt that the body of the other party is like those creatures that were eroded by resentment before. The body twitched suddenly, and then fell to the ground in desperate pain. It is a pity that it is not a crowd. If it is a crowd, it will It started to make a noise, and retreated amidst screams of panic, cries of fear, and cries of pain being trampled on. In desperation, it was killed and infected by resentment, and became a generator of resentment until it was squeezed dry.

Moreover, even undead, as long as they have their own self, they cannot resist!
Garga laughed in his heart, and was ready to turn around, find a suitable direction to escape, hide, and after absorbing enough resentment to recover, find the magician to take revenge.

However, at this moment, his head, which had not been completely turned away, suddenly turned around, and a little surprise appeared on his pale face due to massive blood loss and resentment.

Another withered arm protruded from the black mist, and what appeared before the evil god Garga was a scarecrow-like monster with a black and red body.

But compared to the scarecrows driving birds in the rice fields, the hideous shape of this huge scarecrow can only make people fall into fright.

The resentment he released screamed crazily like a mouse caught in a mousetrap, and then was quickly dissipated by the weird black.

It's like being eaten.

"What kind of power is this!? Original sin of desire? Devil!?"

Galga, who was sensitive to the power of the natural enemy devil, couldn't help being surprised when he saw 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 finding a chance to possess him, and then destroying him! ?

Damn it! ?
The scarecrow-like monster opened its mouth and spit out a mouthful of black and red storm.

Like a twelfth-level hurricane, the terrifying storm was wrapped in black mist, and instantly enveloped the body of the evil god Garga.

In an instant, on the outside of his body, the resentment that made up his body was stripped and crushed by the strange black force.

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

Without any hesitation, he immediately contained all the exposed resentment inside the old bishop's body urgently, and then burned and overdrawn the old bishop's little vitality without hesitation, letting this fragile body move towards the infinite memory in his memory at a speed of breaking through the sound barrier. Flee quickly in the black mist area.

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

But, should be enough!
The evil god Garga also resolutely burned the resentment in his body as fuel for propulsion and a shield to protect the body of the old bishop.

Even though doing so would prolong his response time a lot, how could he care about anything else at this time! ?
You must escape, and you must also tell the sealed will body the news!
He didn't realize that the scarecrow stopped moving when he was running wildly.

Then, a cloud of hazy black mist gathered together, formed a crow, and landed on the scarecrow's shoulder.

"An accidental chess piece, but it's very good and useful."

"Next, it's time to let go of the restrictions on the Curse Orchard..."

The crow's body collapsed and disappeared into the air, and the Scarecrow of the Blood Feast started to move again——

Move forward beyond the ancient capital of Lorance.

At the same time, all the church members sent by the church to deal with this evil god incident found that the black mist in front of them suddenly began to tremble like ripples on the water surface, and then, it was different from those black and red scarecrows that had worked so hard to eliminate. , A giant black scarecrow stepped out of it.

And, more than one.

How many?

Hundreds?
tens of thousands?
Countless plump crystal-black fruits fell from the cursed fruit tree in the depths, turning into scarecrows in the blood banquet, spewing out black mist from the withered and cracked body, swallowing the light.

While moving outward, all church members who stood in the way were killed without distinction and without hesitation, and then absorbed by the newly grown Skull Curse Fruit Tree.

As one fruit after another grows out, the black mist is spreading at an extremely fast speed!
(End of this chapter)