Night Crow Master

After finishing the retro-style gray suit with his thin and slender arms stretched to his chest, the old gentleman took the crutch next to him in his hand.

He squinted his eyes with a smile on his face:

"The Pope of the eight-legged church, I want to cooperate with your church."

"Oh?" Yate smiled, "Want to cooperate with us?"

"Yes."

The old gentleman took out a small black book from his chest pocket and turned the pages with his hand holding a cane:

"I hope you will find me something, as a price, I will protect you."

The low and hoarse voice matched the old appearance, with a sense of vicissitudes that has been refined over the years.

In the words, there is no meaning to the eight-limbed church.

Banksy frowned: "Protect us? You? How many people do you have?"

"How many people? I'll be enough to protect you."

The old gentleman turned to the latest pages of his notebook, glanced at Yate and Banksy, and said to himself:

"Help me catch a White Mist Mephit, Lanchester Star Crystal, the Crown of the Buck Dynasty, the Ancient Bottle of Ossiens Black Spot..."

As he spoke, a sneer appeared in his heart.

The eight-limbed church, although the eight-limbed **** is very powerful, it has no power. With a dozen other gods fighting against it, the spider has no way to leave power on the main plane.

As long as the church of the eight-limbed **** is discovered, it will be eliminated, and it will not form a climate at all.

And he learned from several people who had defected from the Church of the Eight-Limbed God and became followers of other gods, that the members of the Church of the Eight-Limbed God had already lost their gods--

Even the Pope "Ghost Spider" has completely disappeared.

But recently, someone discovered that the eight-limbed church was active again.

He didn't think that the eight-limbed church was resurrected again, but like the previous dozen or so times, it was the behavior of the eight-limbed church members who did not want to believe that they were abandoned by the gods and tried to call their gods.

Just like those dozens of times before, just in vain.

However, you can take advantage of it.

Other churches are not so easy to use.

However, unexpectedly, the Pope Ghost Spider from the Eight-Limb Church appeared again.

The old gentleman raised his head and sneered in his heart as he looked at the ghost spider who was wearing a purple-black suit and looked like a young man.

He is a multi-level three-level powerhouse. In the world of the shell, there are not many other than the twenty gods.

"Do you understand?" The old gentleman raised his head and looked at Banksy and Yate. "I will also tell you why your **** is always silent and does not respond to your prayers."

Banksy's emotions were a bit agitated, but after hearing the old man's last words, he calmed down instead.

And Yate is the same, except that he is more calm-after observing that the opponent's strength is only multi-level three, he is quite calm.

And after the other person said the last sentence, he even laughed out loud.

So that's it, is it playing this set?

Want to use the eight limbs church to help collect materials and do other things?

Do you want to kill it directly?

No, there is still something to deal with in the main body. It is probably okay for this clone to kill him, but...

Without knowing his abilities, it is not appropriate to obliterate any news without revealing it, and it is not conducive to his development. No matter how much he jumps, it has no effect.

Forget it, just leave this clown bouncing around and see what tricks he can play.

He laughed in his heart, and then Yate said:

"If you can really do it, it's not impossible to collect it for you, but we need to know if your strength is enough."

"Oh? How do you want me to show it?" The old gentleman sneered, "How about killing you here?"

Let me show my strength? Want to use me as a gunman? Too tender, right?

The pope of the eight-limbed church is at this level?

At the sudden hostility of the other party, Yate couldn't help being stunned. He narrowed his eyes and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"You can try."

The old gentleman and Yate's eyes intersected.

In an instant, he felt a strong chill, and suddenly hallucinations began to emerge.

A pair of huge, purple-black eyes loomed in the darkness, like the killers at the top of the food chain, exuding a trembling breath of terror.

What emerged afterwards was a huge pale white spider web that enveloped the entire starry sky. On it, purple-black spiders the size of a mountain range came to the edge of the web and cast their sights on him.

The shadow of horror is constantly expanding, and the spider web seems to erode and engulf everything.

Whether it is cities, mountains, forests, everything.

The old man's eyes widened.

Is this an illusion?

No, this is...walking on the ground! ?

This pope is walking on the ground of the eight-limbed god! ?

how come! ?

"I don't remember, I have fallen to the point where even a small bug can bully."

The sound of insects sounded in the sky, no, underground, no, from inside the body, no... everywhere.

The moment the sound that could not be distinguished from the sound source sounded, he already knew that the owner of the sound was simply unable to contend.

He knew that as long as the opponent moved his fingers, no, he moved his spider feet and he would be suppressed with no resistance.

why? Hasn't the eight-limbed **** already given up the faith in the main plane? How can there be walking on the ground! ? why?

As if to hear his heart muttering, the voice sounded again:

"In the Blood Moon Riot, a **** was seriously injured, and the power needs to be re-divided. It seems that you little bug doesn't know about these things."

Blood Moon Riot? A **** was seriously injured! ?

His heart was so shocked, why did no one tell him?

"How is it possible? Why is this?"

The old gentleman kept roaring in his heart, panicking.

In the next moment, he saw that on the pale sky-covering spider web, huge purple-black spiders fell, attacking him.

He wanted to resist, but at this time, he felt the pain that life is better than death.

I don't know when, a huge purple spider suddenly appeared behind him, the sharp fangs in his mouthparts pierced his body, and injected something into his body.

In the faint consciousness, he heard a sentence, "The will is too weak, I thought you have any means, this will dare to find the fault", unconcealed contempt.

The old gentleman whose will was hit again opened his eyes wide, and lost consciousness in this mental attack.

Seeing the old gentleman who fell to the ground with wide eyes, Yate was also a little surprised.

This guy is too weak.

He never thought that the mind and will of a multi-level three-level strong would be so weak that he just fell to the ground after taking an attack equivalent to level three...

How could it be so weak.