Lord of the Silver Crow

With vacillating vigilance, the hunter used his abilities.

The ability that once made him complacent, reached the mid-sequence, and was stronger than many extraordinary people in the church, was beaten to pieces by one after another powerful monsters that could easily take his life in this weird catastrophe , but the hunter has not reached the point of giving up on himself.

Clenching his right hand tightly, the ability of the mimic was activated, and the hunter's figure gradually became darker. It seemed that even his breathing and heartbeat gradually disappeared, and he gradually approached the surrounding fog form.

At the same time, the ability that was also taken from a certain fog path extraordinary person made his sense of existence constantly decrease.

Under the cover of his abilities, the hunter slowly approached the place that looked like an altar.

It was a rather strange altar.

One after another, the corpses of monsters were piled up in the open space, forming piles one after another. Although the overall outline could not be seen from this angle, this scene alone was weird enough.

Not to mention that these corpses were piled up in a pattern that seemed to be regular.

Looking at this scene, the hunter seemed to understand why the monster who seemed to have the same rank as himself chose to escape.

The path called noble by those blue-blooded people has a powerful intuition.

Although I have obtained some abilities of the fog path through the abilities of monster and similar, but, just like just now, facing the Extraordinary and Extraordinary creatures of the noble path of the same rank, I can't do it completely. Perceived.

When such thoughts surfaced, he became more and more sure that something was wrong with this place.

Although there was nothing else around except for these corpses, obviously, this altar could not have appeared out of thin air.

The more he thought about it, the less he dared to stay here any longer, and he was about to turn around and leave immediately.

However, just as he kept retreating, a figure appeared not far from him.

Judging from the body shape, it should be a man.

On his face, he also wore a strange mask.

It was a black and white staggered mask, divided by the midline of the face. The lines on the left were sharp and rough, which seemed full of aggression. The lines on the right were soft and round, completely different from the left, but inexplicably Land, these two very different patterns are combined together, but the whole looks quite harmonious.

Only looking at the left side, only looking at the right side and looking at the whole are three different feelings.

Although things such as masks to conceal one's identity are quite common, and there are quite a few masks of this type, it is the first time he has encountered this feeling just by looking at the masks.

This first time added a bit of pressure to his already tense nerves.

Cautiously, the hunter backed away slowly, moving away from the side opposite to the direction the masked man had come, trying to leave here while the man was not paying attention.

However, at this moment, a deep voice sounded, like melodious music, like a group of people singing in unison.

The hunter couldn't understand the language spoken by the other party. Although the pronunciation was not complicated, it was very similar to Yarph, but he did not know it.

However, this is not a good thing.

As a lone traveler who didn't join any church, only communicated between the material world and the phantom world, and worked as an occasional part-time middleman, he had learned a lot of divine language, especially the divine language of the Church of the Rose.

As a divine language that can be used in various ways and is not limited by a certain way, he will occasionally use it.

However, the pronunciation of the other party is obviously very different from the divine language of life that he is familiar with.

While backing away, he tried to hear the content of the divine text clearly, tried to memorize and identify it, but to no avail.

However, at this moment, when he was about to retreat to the place where he had noticed the altar, he suddenly understood the strange sound that sounded like the music of a church choir:

The twins living in the illusion.

Twin snakes without head and tail.

A distant light that travels through deep space

That's right, it's Yalf.

The hunter subconsciously made such a judgment.

However, when he came back to his senses and understood the semantics of the description in the Yarphic language, he couldn't help being surprised.

Cult?

He had never heard such a prayer.

But at this moment, the hunter's eyes suddenly darkened, and immediately found a figure appearing in front of him.

It was the strange masked man just now.

The other party didn't say anything, and the taller body just stood in front of the hunter, looking down at him.

The highly tense nerves, in this situation, suddenly made his eyes shine with a pure, clear, star-like light.

Like the brilliance shining in the sky in the endless night.

The light became brighter and brighter, breaking through the hazy barrier that the hunter used the ability of the fog path to make himself invisible, and flew towards the masked man in front of him.

However, almost identical, strange white light shot out from the eyes on the opponent's mask in an entangled orbit.

What surprised the hunter was that in an instant, he suddenly felt that the intertwined white lights were consistent with the power he possessed.

like

Just like one's own strength, the power of the star path is obtained in the same way as the ability obtained by seizing the flesh and blood of the sealed mist path.

are foreign things.

But he has no time to think.

Several streamers of interlaced light collided in the narrow space in front of him and the other party, causing a more brilliant and dazzling glow to rise up.

And in this collision, his strength was directly crushed.

The radiance converging in the mid-air instantly left only those two entangled streamers of light like spirals.

At this moment, the two streamers of light circling in the air turned around and fell towards his eyes.

In an instant, the hunter's consciousness disappeared and he fell into darkness.

The masked man stood there, holding the hunter's head in his hand, and glanced at the fragmented body:

When did the 'star' path become like this?

A wizard's handwriting?

It shouldn't be, wizards shouldn't exist anymore.

Huh, descendants of wizards? Or those white robes?

As if doing an insignificant thing, the masked man flicked the head and threw it into one of the piles of corpses.

However, just as the head fell to the ground and landed firmly on the pile of corpses, he suddenly stopped and took off the mask on his face.

Inside the mask, there is a circle of strange symbols, but the inner groove in the middle is empty.

The man stared at the groove, and then glanced at the symbolic text around the groove:

[Triple Temperament: Singer]

Shouldn't

Muttering to himself, he once again looked at the head of the hunter whose expression was frozen in astonishment, with a smile on his face:

Dear Lady God, you can't escape.

You need to take some responsibility for what wizards do.