Night Crow Sovereign

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Rodman Mansion.

Watching Dolores and Jager and the 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 has 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… Kolank, 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, and then stood up straight, glanced at Doris who was waiting outside the mansion, and finally said:

“The 8-Limb 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 8-Limb Church.

“Really?” Rodman’s eyebrows were slightly frowned, and instantly unfolded, as if the solemn expression was just an illusion.

“Really.” Kolank was 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 in an insignificant 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 people leave, Rodman turned around, his smile disappeared instantly:

“Gore, it’s lunch time. Let’s be richer today.”

“Yes, Young Master.” Gore bowed his head respectfully, hiding his disgust in deep wrinkles.

……

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

Afterwards, he looked at the half-covered door, the dilapidated building looked like abandoned.

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

On his collar, a purple red spider the size of a fingernail lay on his neckline. After he whispered to himself, the purple red 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.”

“En.” He clicked nodded, his eyes lost focus slightly, and his consciousness entered a purple black misty space, and an illusory light purple screen emerged in his field of vision.

[The Favored: Darkhill Malinfodor]

[age: 29]

[Race: Human]

[Occupation: 8 Limb 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 Sex X Desire:…]

——【The Touch of Greed: …】

——【Pride Transfiguration·Spider Cultist: …】

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

“Summon spider.” (incantation)

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.

Next moment, these spiders quickly lifted their spider feet and crawled in from other openings in the corner of the room.

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

As if he was just here and the others.

Behind the house, the other eight-legged churchman who had just spoken to Dakhill, who was guarding the back door and window, was holding him in front of a grocery store a dozen meters away from the house. I bought the newspaper, sitting on the bench, and using 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 appointment 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 under the half-covered wooden door.

The house was in a mess, and it was more like being robbed by a robber than if the owner had just moved away from the unwanted clutter. There were also some dirty traces of the life of a homeless man.

frowns, Darkhill swept his gaze 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 ID card of a certain company, the word card for teaching children to learn words…

It looks like it is indeed an ordinary…

At this time, 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-member church and became a believer, this feeling is both strange and familiar. What is strange is that this feeling is something he has not felt when he was an ordinary person. What is familiar is that the third 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 the slightest hesitation, he believes in this mysterious feeling, which is several times stronger than before becoming a believer. It allows him to dodge to the side with a very fast reaction speed and a rapid movement-just like one Spider.

The moment he left the place, accompanied by a loud noise, the ground at his original location burst into pieces, and a thick metal stick penetrated the ground.

Sawdust splashes.