Night Crow Sovereign

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After being knocked down, the black magician ended in amazement, not at all fearing, on the contrary, he stared at Yate with ferocious and vicious eyes:

“I will find you! Then, I will kill all your family members! Then let you die in pain and despair!”

The skeleton of the whole body is shattered and most of the flesh and blood is broken. Although it is painful for the black magician of the tombstone, the black magician of the tombstone has divided the soul into soul artifacts. The bridge of spirit is almost broken, and the connection between soul and spirit is extremely weak. This pain not at all passed all to his soul.

The mouthpiece that is still able to move works hard, making wild laughs:

“No, I will make all your family dementors! Let them eat your soul by themselves, and then kill them before you die! ha ha ha ha!!!”

He relied on the tombstone black magician with soul artifact and laughed wildly.

His eyes were already broken, and he couldn’t even see the humanoid entity condensed in the black mist as a crow, and he kept saying cruel words.

And Yate did not fluctuate in his heart when he listened to his screaming words before he died.

Even, listening to his increasingly dirty yelling, Yate couldn’t help blinking his eyes, and his smile became stronger:

“This is the so-called incompetent rage?”

Because of incompetence, you can only move your mouth?

Although the inferior phylactery of soul artifact is weak due to the poor split method, the connection between the divided souls is still very weak, but the connection still exists.

The magician of this world can’t be found, but that doesn’t mean he can’t find it.

Lifting the palm of the hand, in the body of the crow servant, filaments of spirit strength emerged, and amidst the condensed black mist, an unknown black doom group split into threads and attached, and then—

Counting 100 spiritual filaments and doom filaments were entangled and shot at the black magician on the ground.

The spirit strength thread intertwined with bad luck immediately penetrated the black magician’s brain, pierced into his spirit Divine Sea, and poured into his soul along the ruptured spiritual bridge.

The black magician who was swearing swearing in a state of incompetence furiously stopped abruptly.

The palm of the hand moved slightly, and the thread of doom swayed with the sway of the thin spiritual thread, penetrating the soul with only the upper body shape.

While the soul screamed and screamed, and the spirit strength silk thread recklessly extracted the memory, those black silk threads flew out following some inexplicable connection.

“In this direction?”

Seeing the thread of doom moving along the connection through the crow servant, Yate snapped his fingers.

In an instant, among the crows all over the continent, the crow servants in the direction of this doom move started to move.

At the moment Yate stripped out all the memories from the dark magician’s soul by rude means, and caused his death, the crow servants everywhere have moved to another soul artifact at a speed that is almost spatial. In my bad luck, I found this soul artifact.

……

“What, you were killed once?”

In the northern church of another city in southern France, a strong white man dressed as a priest narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who had just walked out of the secret room in front of him.

“You are really rubbish.”

The strong white man looked very strong, and the holy priest’s robe made him look simply not like a necromantic magician.

But there is no doubt that he is.

A necromantic magician from the church.

In this World, not at all the difference between a priest and a magician.

From beginning to end, all priests are actually magicians.

At least, in the cognition of the magic world, it is like this.

In the secret room in the church, various items are still preserved.

Looking at this man, the priest-like black magician whispered:

“This person is…”

He said the identity information of this person again: “You remembered it.”

The man clicked nodded: “I see, I will pay you later.”

This is also a place of…human trafficking.

Some black magicians with tombstones will choose to trade with this person, and when their body or other soul artifacts are destroyed, they will find their flesh as a container for soul artifacts—people who come to church to pray.

“Damn it, what happened recently, the tombstone has suffered so much damage, and Master Pavres has died.”

The priest cursed in a low voice. Originally, there were still a lot of believers in his church, but recent events caused a large number of tombstone members to die once.

As a container for members of the tombstone, many believers in this church have also been occupied, and one third believer has been sold.

With that said, the priest turned his head and glanced at the man:

“Heku, how did you get killed?”

Soul artifacts can get some memories of other soul artifacts or when the subject was killed.

“I’m……”

The man named Herku wanted to say something, but as soon as he spoke, his brows wrinkled, and he couldn’t remember how his own body was killed.

“can not remember……”

“What? Can’t remember!?”

The priest’s face showed anger: “What stupid thing did you do when you divided the soul artifact? Don’t say you can’t remember what happened after you divided the soul artifact.”

Separating soul artifacts is a sophisticated operation. In this case, it is Heku who is the idiot who completely separates the soul artifact. In other words, this Heku…….

“No, I remember what happened afterwards!”

Heku also understands several situations in which there are mistakes when segmenting soul artifacts, whether it is fatal or the consequences of complete segmentation, he also understands.

“I also remember everything I set out to find Sleepy Hollow.”

Heku said a few messages that could confirm his words.

As Heku gave out all the confirmation information, the anger on the priest’s face disappeared, and he immediately revealed a puzzled look:

“Then why…”

Having said that, the two of them looked at each other and seemed to understand something.

“Headless Knight!!!”

According to legend, the headless Knight is the messenger of Death God…

“Are you killed by the Headless Knight!?” The priest stared wide-eyed, “Does the Headless Knight really exist?”

“I do not know either!”

After Heku made the speculation, he also looked confused. This speculation was only based on the speculation under the action.

Whether a headless Knight exists or not has always been uncertain in the magic world.

And they not at all found that on the top of the church, a crow was emitting a thin spiritual thread, eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Headless Knight.”

In the forest near the Mashan Ranch, Yate looked at the corpse of Heku on the ground, sorting out the information he got, and gathering strength at the same time——

The magic power converged into a black, huge sickle.

“The headless Knight’s weapon should be like this, right?”

Looking at the black sickle that was highly condensed by magic, Yate couldn’t help but touch his chin.

In general, things related to Death God, in addition to crows, there are sickles, reverse crosses and the like.

speaking of which …….

Do you want to take the road of death?

You have to think about it carefully. He has already decided to take a lot of roads.

Doom is the subject, involving crows, darkness, disaster, and original sin.One main road, 4 secondary roads.

Plus one death?

No, according to Lion’s memory, the more roads, the more difficult it is, and the more complicated the roads are, the more difficult it is to promote. The best choice is to raise one road to a sufficient level before involving other roads.

Hmm… Forget it, my current level is still a bit far from this.

When thinking like this, Yate lightly waved his sickle, and the magic of the scrolling brought up a terrifying invisible blade, leaving a torn mark nearly 100 meters long on the ground, combining Heku’s body with the forest area Cut into 2 segments.

“In this way, someone would really think of it as a headless Knight?”

Looking at this trace, Yate smiled.

Afterwards, the black mist’s condensed body dispersed, revealing the crow in the center.

The divine light in the crow’s eyes disappeared, and Yate revoked the control of the crow’s servant. It stopped on the ground, combed its feathers for half a minute, and left with flapping wings.