Final Lord

Chapter 96 Trump Card
"Kate, you'll regret this!" Lincoln, lying on the ground, coughed up blood and roared, his ugly crow face ferocious and terrifying. "If you dare to kill me, the adults behind me will tear you into pieces!"

"That saves me the trouble of looking for him." Wang Buwei pulled out a spear from behind and pointed it at Lincoln's throat.

"Gru has taken the lives of over two thousand militiamen, countless harpies who have jumped from the cliffs—your life isn't even enough to pay the interest. Only by killing you and everyone behind you can I appease my wrath."

Lincoln suddenly screamed like a night owl, and the white area in his eyes turned completely black.

He gasped and said, "You think this is the end? Wish you could! I still have a trump card to reveal! Crowstorm!"

Lincoln's feathers suddenly burst, revealing a pale, blood-stained body. Countless translucent crows emerged from the cracks in his spine, each shadow trailing a trail of acid like asphalt. The crows formed a black tide that obscured the sky, and the forest echoed with the cries of countless crows!
Wang Bufu snorted softly. The crow phantoms summoned by Crow Storm dealt minimal damage to a single target. The magic's strength lay in its ability to allow Crow Assassins, transformed into crows, to blend in.

Without the Crow Assassin, this magic is just a trick.

However, the blind cat had not yet learned how to dispel the magic, so he really had no way to deal with this trick.

"Is the trump card finally coming out?" Wang Bufu's eyes were sharp. He knew Lincoln wouldn't be so easy to kill.

According to his habit in his previous life, if the enemy showed 1 point of strength, he would assume that they had 9 points of trump cards hidden, and he would have to prepare 20 points to win.

There is no way, the players are all old silver coins. They are used to being filthy even if the king is dissatisfied.

He wasn't afraid of Lincoln's trump card at all. His strongest fighter, Wei Yi, who had already settled the villagers, hid nearby and didn't make a move.

Butler Ming's [Drowning Wail] ring and ether silver are ready, and he can summon the extraordinary spider at any time.

Behind him are the Harpy Legion and the blind chickens as reserves.

Even if Lincoln could come up with an epic poem, he would have a way to deal with it.

Above the Black Forest, the Corpse Fungus Island was still dormant. Wang Bufu had long mastered the method of awakening it, but he had been holding back.

Even if one is an epic warrior, he will lose half his life if he wants to deal with the Corpse Fungus Island, and he cannot afford to be distracted at all.

He could take the opportunity to escape through the prepared tunnel.

If the epic warrior dared to catch up with him, he would flee directly into the world of ice and snow. As long as he shouted: "General Ed, I have brought you an epic of the Eagle Kingdom."

The long-hungry General Ed would certainly be happy to take action.

Thinking of this, Wang Bufu looked at the dark storm of crows and became more and more expectant.

Come on, Lincoln, let me see what you have up your sleeve!
Under Wang Bufu's vigilant and expectant gaze, the storm of crows around Lincoln finally dissipated.

He had turned into a human form, panting and holding a white bone flute.

"What is this?" Wang Bufu tilted his head in confusion.

"Haha, hahahaha!" Lincoln laughed. "This is the weapon that Master gave me to turn the tables! As long as I blow this bone flute, I can get Master's help.

The power of adults is beyond the imagination of a weak person like you!"

Lincoln shouted, put the bone flute to his lips and blew it hard.

woo-

A melodious flute sounded, and Lincoln stared at Wang Bufu with hatred, waiting for the moment of reversal. However, the flute sounded for a long time, but nothing happened around him.

Lincoln put the bone flute down in confusion and asked helplessly, "How could this happen? Where is the adults' help?"

"Is this the trump card you are talking about?" Wang Bufei sighed silently.

"Recording Bone Flute, a common treasure. When you blow it, it records the scene around you and transmits it to another distant holder of the Recording Bone Flute.

Your so-called trump card is nothing more than a slightly more powerful suicide note."

"What!" Lincoln's face was full of disbelief.

"No, you must be lying to me!"

"Is it true? Don't you know it in your heart?"

Lincoln's hands tightly gripped the bone flute, and his emotions collapsed.

He threw the bone flute to the ground viciously, breaking it into pieces.

"Hahaha, hahaha! Haha!" Lincoln suddenly laughed out loud like crazy, and gradually turned into a crow while laughing.

Suddenly, four long bird beaks appeared on his neck, and dark green mucus gushed out from the depths of his throat. At the same time, the bones of his wings on both sides of his body made a teeth-grinding sound, and each feather began to grow in reverse, piercing the skin and drilling out purple-black tumors.

The corrupted fungal carpet in the Black Forest seemed to sense something and gathered madly towards him.

"Hank lied to me. You lied to me too! You forced me to do it, you forced me to do it!" The Crow Warlock's voice was mixed with the growl of the beast. His right claw suddenly swelled into a three-meter-long sickle-shaped appendage. The mucus dripping from the blade corroded the fungal carpet into boiling foam.

"If you hadn't been hiding your strength and pretending to be weak, how could I have harbored such ambitions? How could I have thought of seizing your territory? How could I have ended up like this?
You all lied to me, then you all die!"

Wang Buzhi retreated quickly. The flames burning in the Black Forest illuminated his back, where seven dark whirlpools were forming, and a crow's head was poking out of each whirlpool.

All the hair on Jin Shanshan's body suddenly stood up. This was a stress response he would have when encountering a powerful creature.

"Demon...transformation!" Wang Bufu said word by word.

"Without devouring the corpse of a demon, it's logically impossible to become a demon. Lincoln's current spontaneous demonization can only mean that he has been deeply exposed to chaos for a long time..."

A flash of inspiration flashed through Wang Bufu's mind.

"I understand. It's a cult with confused beliefs! It's hard for a person to imagine something they have never seen before.

He did all the things Lincoln said about me. He is the heretic!

"My Lord, the mushrooms in the Black Forest are resonating!" The blind cat hiding behind the mushroom cap suddenly screamed. He waved his staff in fear and shouted, "My Lord, please retreat! The magic power of the entire Black Forest is rioting, and it has been connected to the sky above the Black Forest. The terrifying Overlord Monster may be waking up. Lincoln is waking it up!"

"Of course Corpse Fungus Sky Island will wake up. But it wasn't awakened by Lincoln."

Wang Bufu stared at Lincoln. As Lincoln's demonization deepened, a bright red, blood-like pigment began to appear on his head. These pigments slowly moved and gradually formed a new name - [Acid Erosion Black Crow Lincoln].

(End of this chapter)