Night Crow Master

A strange fog enveloped the whole city.

Lorance, a city with a length and width of several tens of kilometers, was shrouded in a strange mist at this moment.

More than three-quarters of the urban area has been completely shrouded.

Only some areas on the edges are left.

At this moment, in the world in the shell, there have been more than ten churches of the twenty main gods, and there are also church members of various "false gods".

Scattered in several places.

The classic car came to a halt slowly, and Ke Boran turned his eyes around.

At the edge of the line of sight, the group of storm priests who belonged to the Church of the Eye of the Storm, dressed in blue-green priesthood.

Beside them, there are several men and women wearing crystal black suits and dresses and top hats.

"Ke Bollan, that's..." his companion asked aloud beside him.

Kebrun thought, turning his head and glanced south: "Is the Fog City south of Lorance? The main hall of the God Steam Knight is located."

"It sounds like it is." The other person nodded, "The words of the fog are also the gods in the fog and the eye of the storm..."

"Yeah." Kebran nodded, "The three churches of Steam Hub, Temple in the Mist, and Shrine of the Storm are allies, and Fog City is also unanimously exclusive. In the entire Fog City, there are only the churches of the three gods. The church is not allowed to enter Wudu to preach."

The man looked at the two groups in the distance: "So, that is the storm sacrifice of the altar of storm? And, that is steam..."

"The members of the Steam Hub are all monsters with all kinds of strange metal parts installed on their bodies, and they will not leave the place of the church. Those people are not members of the Steam Hub, but the knights in the mist of the **** of the mist." Explaining, "Compared to this, what we need to pay attention to is..."

He cast his gaze to another group of people.

His companion also turned his attention to the group of people.

To be precise, two people.

One of them is a woman in a dark black dress and long skirt, and the other is a man in a silver-gray suit.

"That dress..."

"Apprentice Silver Cinder and Maid Rose? Is there a Crimson Church nearby..." Ke Bolun frowned slightly.

The most hostile force of the Magician Order is the eight-legged church of the **** "Weaver of Destiny", but in addition, the "Crimson Church" of the Duke of Bloodtree is also the enemy.

Especially since last year, the Scarlet Church has been regarded as an enemy by every church. It is said that the gods of the Scarlet Church are doing terrible things that threaten the world.

Now, the Scarlet Church has become the evil **** second only to Crazy Moon.

The other is.... The previous rumors gave up the eight-limbed **** of the church on earth and came again.

As for more specific matters, Ke Bolun is not quite clear. More detailed information is only known to the bishop level.

The bishops also gave their orders to report all matters concerning the eight-limbed church.

However, I haven't heard anything about the eight limbs church.

However, a few months ago, the upper echelons of the church sent people to Wudu. Could it be that there was news of an eight-limbed church in Wudu?

Forget it, things on the eight limbs church have nothing to do with them.

Corbrun turned his gaze to the dense fog-shrouded city ahead--

This time, I don’t know if I can go back alive. How can I care about other things?

...

The unpleasant fog is gradually spreading outwards, and when you look around, you can only see the dry ground and weird fruit trees.

There are no leaves, no greens, and dry ones. When you see them, you can only think of starved skeleton trees, growing one by one on the ground.

It was as if the vitality of the ground had been extracted, those dry cracks were spreading outwards centered on those weird trees.

And those weird trees, like corpses, bear weird fruits similar to human heads.

On the fruit, a mouth and two splits that looked like eyes were split.

The squirming flesh acts as the part of the eyeballs, looking very strange and disgusting.

A strange voice came from the fruit, like a human, but also like a beast, like a whisper, and a scream.

The weird sound makes people who hear the sound feel dizzy, terrifying fear arises from the heart, and the weird fluctuations make the power in the body uncontrollable.

While making a weird call, a black mist gushed out from the fruit's mouth, becoming part of the fog that enveloped the entire city.

It can be seen that when the black mist gushes out, the light touched by the black mist is like a prey that has lost the ability to resist. It is torn apart and digested by the black mist, becoming part of the energy that creates the black mist.

And under another tree, a hunter who took a risk and broke into this dark country with a shotgun because of the church's hunt was lying down under the tree.

At the speed visible to the naked eye, the body of the hunter who had just fallen was shrinking at an extremely fast speed.

The blood, flesh and even bones in his body were being rapidly absorbed.

And it is such a dry fruit tree that does such a thing.

When the hunter's belt bones were all taken out by the roots of the fruit tree without leaving a trace, on the fruit tree growing on the tree, on the largest fruit the size of a basketball, the crack-like eyes and mouth, There was a crazy smile.

The next moment, the fruit fell on the ground.

Now--

Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood breaking, the weird limbs stretched out from the fruit.

Not human limbs, but slender, weird limbs like bones and straws.

The same scenes are happening everywhere in this quiet city where all lights are hunted.

And on the countless corpse-like trees, on the top of the tree, a crystal black crow was watching the change of this fruit.

And the surrounding trees did not have any hostility towards this crow.

It's as if it doesn't exist at all.

In the next moment, the crow's figure turned, and the crystal black feathers twisted together with the body, turning into a spider less than the size of a thumb, and fell on the newly born monster.

After a moment of stagnation, the monster twisted its body:

"Huh, it feels a bit strange to be possessed by the Scarecrow of Blood Banquet."

While saying this, he turned his head and looked around.

"This curse orchard also spreads quickly."

While sighing, the monster stepped forward, and walked leisurely in this deadly silence without light.

The darkness, for him, has no obstacles at all.

On the contrary, this dark environment is more suitable for him.

"Next, let’s see which fish got the bait... It’s not in vain that I made a boss with the reincarnated monster of the God of the Mist. I hope that the hero who will challenge the boss is what I want The one."