Night Crow Master

"Ok?"

When Art came before and after the castle, he did not enter directly.

After adjusting his bow tie, shadow crows emerged from his hat, sleeves, trousers, pockets and even the shadow between his shirt and tuxedo.

The body of the huge shadow crow group gradually solidified, like a black cloud covering the sky and the sun, instantly covering the castle.

"Explore from the shadows."

The group of shadow crows that received the instruction landed in the shadows of the castle. The moment they landed, their body turned into a pool of shadows, blending with the shadow of the castle.

After giving the order, Yate adjusted the top hat, looked at the black and gray eyes inside, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and put the top hat back on his head.

Because it moves by jumping in the shadow world, it cannot carry other crows.

Under such circumstances, the role of the hat trick comes out——

As long as necessary, he can exchange other kinds of crows.

As a regular army, the shadow crow can be used in most situations and can be carried with you. Even after learning the skill of hiding crows, the hat trick is very useful.

After a brief observation in front of the gate, Yate's body turned into a black shadow, and he entered the castle through the crack of the gate by shuttles through the shadow.

The large hall was completely dark. Although it was daytime, the dim light became weaker when it entered the castle through the broken windows because of the heavy snow.

He sniffed gently, frowning slightly.

There was an unpleasant stench left in the hall, although it was almost exuded, the nasal cavity was more of the cold air, but this smell could not be ignored.

A pair of eyes emerged from the shadow on the bottom edge of the top hat, and his eyes swept across the hall. Through shared vision, Yate was able to see the scene clearly.

Some simple furniture was placed in the hall, covered with dust and snow floating in through the broken windows.

A bench like a sofa.

A simple sleeping bag left by a mercenary.

A piece was broken in half from the middle, like a round table cut by a sharp weapon.

A rusty long sword.

Like the target of venting anger, the carpet was chopped to pieces.

The soles of their feet rubbed against the ground, squeezing away a piece of snow, revealing the fragments of the carpet that was frozen like dried meat.

It seems to be abandoned for a long time.

Turning his gaze to the wall, Yate looked at the lamps first. Just like most castles, there will be a broken lamp every some distance. The lamp does not have any burning materials for burning, such as grease. The same goes for the huge lamps hanging from the ceiling.

Besides...

painting.

On the right side of each lamp, there is an oil painting, just like a gallery on display.

Classified by type, some are landscape paintings, some are utensil paintings, and some are portrait paintings.

However, there are many different styles of these paintings. Some of the paintings have abstract lines and meanings, combined with various geometric abstractions, some are realistic and look like photos, and some pay much attention to light and shadow rendering, and have an impressionistic style.

While waiting for the search results from other shadow crows, he was thinking about something.

Yate put his right hand on his left arm and touched his chin with his left hand. The twisted lens hung in front of his right eye flashed with light.

He stretched out his hand and touched the frame in front of him with his white gloved palm.

Kaka——

It was originally a painting of a smiling female portrait. The expression changed instantly. The eyes suddenly split, and a mouth that was half the width of the face, full of teeth like a lamprey, bit towards Yatezhang. Hand out.

And Yate just opened his palm indifferently, and a metal ball was directly inserted into this mouth.

Click——

By the time it bit the ball, Yate had pulled back a few meters.

The moment the sole of the foot landed, there was a loud noise.

boom! ! !

Under the terrifying explosion, flesh and blood splashed.

Gently tilting his head, a piece of flesh and blood with teeth flew by his ear, and a dark ring-shaped spirit appeared in front of him, blocking a few pieces of flesh and gravel.

The evaluation described in the alchemy reader flashed in my mind:

"Alchemy bombs, to create any alchemical items, including alchemical products that may appear when refining potions."

Unstable alchemy items can be counted as alchemy bombs.

Just like the one just now--

[Excessive impact gloves lv6: simple alchemy gloves.

Impact lv6: Direct attack will cause strong impact damage.

Overblast lv4: A strong explosion will occur when an attack above the limit is performed.

——"Failed alchemy items used too much impact grass, and there was a harmonization error, and the texture was unbearable."]

Originally, he planned to refine gloves that could increase strength and damage, but the result was not as he expected. Out of the 21 alchemy items, only five were barely successful.

Others, basically can only be used as alchemy bombs.

Pick up a piece of flesh and put it into the inventory:

[Mimicking corpse block lv3: The simulating corpse block with teeth part looks very fresh. ——"Bombs cannot be bitten casually"]

Sure enough, it is a pseudomorph.

Because of Promi, he was very familiar with the characteristics of the mimics, especially the shadow crows walking along the shadow of the wall. After the warning came, he immediately thought of the mimics, necromancers and similar. Of several creatures.

Is this castle a predator hut where mimics gather?

In the previous hunter’s cabin, Promi’s idea of ​​gathering a large number of mimics was not a unique and original idea. In addition to large mimics, some small mimics themselves have the characteristic of gathering.

The bark of a big tree in the dense forest may be all mimics.

A stone in the mountains, a single stone may be a mimicry.

In the swamp, the grass and puddles under your feet may be mimicry.

Especially after encountering disasters like Winter, Mimics hid in abandoned buildings.

It is for this reason that this characteristic is called a predation zone or a predation hut.

"If it's a predator hut where mimics gather..."

Yate ordered the shadow crow to change the vague "search" command to search for "moving things".

If there were any living creatures in the castle, it would be right to move something under the sound of such an explosion.

It is a better choice to let the things hiding in the castle show up by themselves than to find the time and energy.

If you are in danger, hide in the shadow world and control the shadow crow to attack.

There shouldn't be that kind of stealth method against the shadows, even if the shadows can't jump, you can finally consider the Phantom World.

In short, he is not panicking.

Under various life-saving means, his safety has been fully guaranteed.

After confirming that the mimicry in the frame was dead, Yate approached the wall where the frame was.

After the explosion, the wall shattered in a small area, and an incomplete rectangular corpse was embedded in the wall.

According to the situation, there is a groove at the back of the picture frame, and this simulacrum has transformed itself into a biscuit or tile-like shape, embedded in the wall, simulating the body as a painting.

For food, there are not many monsters like this.

The Cinnamon Demon Crow captured earlier is also similar to this monster.

Afterwards, he began to check the paintings one by one, and the shadow crows shuttled across the wall, and then took a bite from time to time—

The screams of the mimicry groaned one after another in the hall.

Among dozens of transformations, seven mimics were found. After the shadows were eaten by the shadow crows, these creatures died.

After the corpse died, it gradually faded and finally turned into a glass-like material, which still felt like flesh and blood, but it had become completely transparent.

The faint light directly penetrated the corpse and fell to the ground.

Creatures that have eaten their shadows will end up like this in the end.

And the shadow crow has no interest in the corpse that was eaten clean of shadow.

A pale black psionic hand emerged, holding a transparent corpse that should be a head with the outline of eyes in his hand.

"Every time I see it, it feels very strange, the shadow bite skill."

This kind of ability is nothing in the shadow world. There are many shadow creatures with similar abilities, but on the plane of glory, this kind of ability is not much.

I heard that there is a powerful creature in the star realm that can swallow human existence. After being swallowed by this creature, all his existence and other people's memories of him will disappear, as if they had never existed before.

This is also the so-called third type of death-no longer exists.

The first type of death-the death of the body.

The second type of death-soul annihilation.

The third type of death-no longer exists.

This is a theory put forward by a certain wizard in the Glory Empire.

The first and second types are okay. Yate can't imagine the third type of death, and he can't understand how the third type of death is done.

If it ceases to exist, then how do others know that "there is such a person" and "does not exist"?

By comparing a certain phenomenon and memory, because the gap in the memory is aware of the violation, so is it aware?

Moreover, memory is the record of each individual's own information. What kind of power is it to be able to erase the memory of different information of related people at the same time?

And just as Yate was about to continue his investigation, suddenly, the crow watching in the shadow of the castle door issued a warning.

"What?" Yate was surprised with a trace of doubt, "Someone is approaching the castle?"

This time? In a snowstorm?

He came here by jumping through the shadows, naturally without worrying about any blizzards.

And if it's someone else... it's more than 20 kilometers away from the town of Durard County, and it's 16 or 7 kilometers away from the nearest village or small town.

Under such a journey, against the heavy snow that is falling, and against the severe weather that may appear blizzard, come to this castle?

Glancing deeply at the gate of the castle, Yate's body became pitch black, stepped back and entered the shadow of the wall.