Night Crow Master

Time was close to the sunset, but the entire long-distance capital was still shrouded in the black and red mist.

The eye-catching dense fog has expanded again, wrapping most of the outer city that was still exposed in the morning.

There are no residents or adventurers left in the entire long-distance capital. They were swallowed by the fog either because they wanted to go into the fog to see the situation, or they felt bad because of the fact that the person who entered the fog has never reappeared. , Chose to flee immediately.

Even those outsiders who were blocked from news and who had just arrived outside the faraway capital, after noticing the appalling black fog and the empty city, basically chose to stay away.

And those bold outsiders, after choosing to enter the fog to investigate, naturally they did not come out again.

Outskirts of the city.

A group of people in suits and hats walked off the antique classic car.

The magicians of the Order of Magicians.

Ke Boran looked at the terrifying black fog ahead, his face solemn.

His innate strong perception made him fearful of this black mist.

He couldn't feel anything from the black mist—that is, his perception was completely isolated.

The only thing he could feel was the depth of this black mist.

He was uneasy and deep without any feedback.

That terrifying sense of depth made him more certain now that the road forward is death.

Even the most dangerous black magic is not as dangerous as entering this black fog.

"Ke Bolun, move fast, proceed with the ceremony, and we can leave soon after the exploration."

Another member of the Magician Order, a young man named Kangal urged, because of the matter about the Dead Brigade that I just discussed, he became more worried about this matter.

He also wanted to complete the ceremony as soon as possible, and after the investigation, he left here.

"I understand." Ke Boran nodded and walked to the four circles surrounded by a dozen other people, the circle on the far right.

Then, including him, one person in every circle took out an item——

Books entangled in chains.

A gem haunting black power.

Worn black walking stick.

Black magic curtain similar to a robe.

"The spirit in the hidden book."

"Bend to the pillar of self-esteem."

"Grab the fence of the cage."

"Consecrate yourself to the darkness."

"Put on your robe and lead me to him."

In the next moment, nearly twenty people, with a lot of power in their bodies, shining brightly under everyone's feet, and a strange whisper came out among the four circles surrounded by them.

The four people holding the items released their hands at the same time.

However, these items did not fall on the ground as a result, but floated steadily in the air.

The next moment, the book entangled in chains was opened, and a mouth appeared on the pages of the book.

Among the jewels of black power, one eye opened.

Two palms appeared on the shabby black cane, holding the cane tightly.

Two smooth thighs stretched out under the black curtain that resembled a robe.

Ke Boran and others stared at these strange objects in front of them, raised their hands, pointed at the black mist, and at the same time read the spell:

"Your face is there."

"Your head is there."

"Your body is there."

The moment they read the surroundings, these strange monsters flew up from the circle they surrounded, and flew into the black mist at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this scene, Ke Bolun breathed a sigh of relief.

These things are the evil gods sealed by their church.

These evil gods possess all kinds of weird abilities, and even some of them cannot be killed at all and can only be sealed.

The members of the Order of Magic used a variety of methods to cut these defeated but unkillable evil gods. After cutting and dividing the body with black magic, they sealed a part, and then used all kinds of methods to drive these evil gods. .

These four are some evil gods controlled by the Magician Order.

It was brought by Ke Bolun and others for investigation.

However, although these evil gods are not strong, they are still dangerous.

Even pope-level figures may not be able to deal with it.

If there is no black magic that can drive the evil god, if nothing is found this time...

They will become sacrifices to these evil gods, and be possessed by these evil gods, taking their faces, heads, and bodies away.

If they find something...they need to kill the person whose body was taken away by the evil god, use the means they have already prepared to recover the evil god, and bring the evil **** back together with the recovered things.

It is quite an evil ritual.

And the sacrifice.... Kebrun moved his gaze to the companion of Concor, who had just joined the Magician Order for a short time.

It's so pathetic.

Afterwards, he shook his head, looked at everyone and said:

"be prepared."

Everyone except Kangal understands what this sentence means, but they, who are already commonplace, have no extra pity.

In case of failure, no one wants to become a sacrifice to the evil god, so Kangal can only be sacrificed.

Black magic is not something "cool", what it represents is cruelty.

.......

The other side.

A group of people in bright red costumes stopped in front of the black mist.

Their faces all have a feverish look.

And above their bodies, crazy power lingers.

"This is the power of my god! The power of the great blood moon!"

An old man with bloodshot eyes screamed frantically at the black mist.

"The power of my god!"

"The blood moon is coming, and the world will end!"

"Only by believing in my **** can it not be destroyed!" The old man shouted hoarsely, and the **** power in his body was boiling.

"Quick! Quick! Hold the ceremony!"

The group of seemingly mad people, under the old man’s mad yelling, moved quickly, took out various objects, and put out a simple circle on the ground.

The next moment, led by the old man, everyone walked into the circle and directly cut their wrists or thighs with a sharp weapon-any place that could bleed.

"Give your blood to my god!!!"

The blood was surging and gathered in the circle.

Looking at all this, the old man smiled on his crazy face:

"My God! Blood Moon! Will erode everything, our blood can restore my God's original power!"

Soon, the Moon of Blood will come! Come back to the earth, and at that time, I will be the most humble and most loyal believer, witnessing the destruction of all things with my own eyes...

Thinking of this, the old man squinted his eyes. When he thought of the exciting scene, the old man's thin body began to tremble involuntarily, his heart beat faster, and his wrinkled face appeared red.