Night Crow Master

Rodman Mansion.

Watching DeLorisi, Jager and others leave, Kolank also made a move.

However, when he left, he asked calmly:

"What are you going to do? How to deal with it?"

Rodman had a gentle smile on his face, just like a good old man with a gentle personality:

"There is no need to deal with it. The only enemy of our Black Bell Church is the Temple in the Mist, and...Korrank, you don't seem to have completely entered the darkness..."

Kolank lowered his head and turned his head, his expression changed a few times when he heard these words, then he said in a calm tone:

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, it just feels a little strange. After all, such a situation is rare. I hope I can see you at the dinner table one day."

Rodman spoke horrible words softly.

"One day, your head will belong to me like your property."

Kaoranke did not show weakness, then stood up straight, glanced at Dolores who was waiting outside the mansion, and finally said:

"The Eight Limbs Church is gradually growing. The things that the Crimson Sir of the Blood Tree Church has been in contact with have been discovered by the Eight Limbs Church."

"Really?" Rodman's brow wrinkled slightly, and then stretched out in an instant, as if the solemn expression was just an illusion.

"Really." Kolank nodded, and the two of them couldn't see the conversation as if they had just spoken life-threatening words seriously. "Melissa was attacked yesterday and was almost killed. Soon you should be Was called to treat her."

"Melissa was almost killed?" Rodman was slightly surprised, and then continued to say in an impenetrable voice, "That's a pity."

After Kollack finished speaking, he stopped speaking. Under the watchful eyes of Gore and Rodman, he left the mansion, walked to Dolores's side, and left with her.

After watching the last two leave, Rodman turned around, the smile on his face disappeared instantly:

"Gore, it's lunch time. Let's be richer today."

"Yes, Master." Gore bowed his head respectfully, hiding his disgust in the deep wrinkles.

...

Outside an abandoned building in the southwestern suburbs of Wudu, a man in a purple-black suit and jazz hat stopped.

Then, he looked at the half-hidden door, the dilapidated building looked like abandoned.

"Bishop Ratspider has given an order and must be caught this time."

On his collar, a fuchsia spider the size of a fingernail was lying on his neckline. After he whispered to himself, the fuchsia spider made a sound:

"I have come to the back of the house. I will keep staring. If someone escapes from the back, I will act immediately."

"Yeah." He nodded, his eyes lost their focus slightly, and his consciousness entered a space filled with purple and black mist, and an illusory light purple screen emerged in his field of vision.

[The Favored: Darkhill Malinfodor]

【Age: 29】

[Race: Human]

[Occupation: Octopus Hunter]

[God's level: Christian]

【Title of Gods: None】

【Status: Normal】

【Faithful Ability:】

——【Summon Spider: ...】

——【Jealous Spider Silk: ...】

——[The Cocoon of Sloth:...]

——【The thorn of anger: ...】

——[Gluttony Mouth:...]

——[Seed of Lust X Desire:...]

——[The Touch of Greed:...]

——【Pride Transfiguration·Spider Cultist: ...】

Opening his eyes, Darkhill silently squeezed the dagger in his pocket, and said in an obscure language that only he could hear, different from the common language:

"Summon spiders." (spell)

The next moment, the power in his body was consumed, and at the same time, a strange and imperceptible wave spread outward, and from the surrounding flowers and corners, several petite spiders of different shapes crawled out.

Darkhill calmly felt the wonderful and weak connection with these spiders, and gave them instructions to enter the room to investigate.

The next moment, these spiders quickly raised their spider feet and crawled in from other openings in the corner of the room.

But Darkhill himself turned around, raised his wrist, and looked at the somewhat worn gear watch.

As if he was just waiting for someone here.

Behind the house, the other eight-legged church member who had just spoken to Dakhir, who was guarding the back door and window, was holding the newly bought in front of a grocery store ten meters away from this house. The newspaper that came, sat on the bench, and used the newspaper to cover his glimpse of the room.

A few minutes later, Darkhill was like an inviter who couldn't wait, complaining that the inviter was not punctual, while pacing anxiously at the door, while two spiders came from the house from two directions. Climb out, enter his perspective, and show him information that is not clear.

Darkhill carefully observed the trembling frequency of the spider feet, and muttered to himself:

"Didn't you find a living thing?"

While thinking about this, he turned around and walked in with the half-covered wooden door.

The house was in a mess, and it was more like a mess that was robbed by a robber than the owner had just moved.

Frowning, Darkhill swept his eyes to the ground:

Matched with the completely broken table next to it, several broken drawers were scattered on the ground. Among the drawers was a pile of paper cards that were damaged by rats as tools for grinding teeth or by insects as food.

Darkhill squatted down, looked up at the surroundings, adjusted his body to face the door leading to an unknown room, and picked up the card.

The membership card of a closed shopping mall in the city center, the employee identification card of a certain company, the word card to teach children to learn words...

It looks like it is indeed an ordinary...

At this moment, he felt a strong sense of abnormality, as if something was approaching him from below him.

Down? basement?

As Dakhill who has just entered the eight-limbed church and became a believer, this feeling is both unfamiliar and familiar. What is strange is that this feeling is something he has not felt when he is an ordinary person. From a point of view, this feeling is like when he wants to shoot the spiders that are webbing at home or bite his own mosquitoes, they seem to flee like a premonition.

Without hesitation, he believed in this mysterious feeling, which was several times stronger than before becoming a believer, allowing him to react quickly and dodge to the side in a fast-moving manner-like a one spider.

The moment he left the place, accompanied by a loud noise, the ground at his original location broke apart, and a thick metal stick pierced the ground.

Sawdust splashes.