Night Crow Sovereign

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At night, in front of a remote apartment in the fog.

A man threw a cigarette butt on the ground, black leather shoes stepped on it, and trampled the cigarette out.

In the quiet of the night and the slightly cold evening breeze, I walked to the door of the apartment.

After groping twice in his jacket pocket and trouser pocket, he found it in the inner pocket of his clothes, inserted the door lock and twisted it slightly.

The slightly rusty lock cylinder was churned out by the key to make some black powder, and with an unpleasant creak, the door was opened.

Entering the door, the man turned around and watched vigilantly. After confirming that there were no stalkers, he closed the door.

In the dark room, the man took out the lighter from his pocket and lit it. In the dim flame, he fumbled and turned on the light.

The light from the low-bright electric lamp is sprinkled on the wooden floor and dark walls.

Da da da–

The man stepped forward and walked into the kitchen on the left.

In the corner of the kitchen, he removed a pile of debris, and on the ground, there appeared a wooden board with edges that were not tightly fitted.

Taking out the key just now, the man inserted the key upside down into the keyhole, opened the door, looked at the exposed stairs, and walked down without the slightest hesitation.

He closed the door and walked on the empty stairs. The cold air was sucked into his mouth and nose, and the man became more sober.

There are also lights in the basement-switches that have been turned on on the ground, and one of them is in the basement.

The basement illuminated by the lights is only a few square meters in size and not high enough. It looks very narrow and low, with a sense of depression.

It’s not a warehouse and so on. In the empty basement, there is only a deep and simple, ash-gray, long table with 8 legs-like a huge white spider.

And the ground is covered with white traces of white oil or paint, like a spider web.

And on the spider-like white table, there is a glass-like transparent container with a clear liquid in it, and a silver white spider in the liquid.

The smooth exterior looks like a machine.

And the mysterious and sublime feeling exuded, people can’t help but arouse respect.

The same is true for men. When they saw the silver white spider in the container, they couldn’t help showing a respectful expression, and there was an indescribable look in their eyes.

He tidyed up his clothes, walked quickly to the table and knelt down.

“Our god, the weaver of fate, the noble god of eight limbs…”

He not at all saw that a purple one-eyed spider fell from the ceiling, fell into the container, and got into the body of the silver white spider.

When the man finished his prayers and lifted the head to stand up straight, he heard a crisp noise.

The man looked puzzled towards the direction where the voice came from–

In the container, the sacred relic belonging to the eight-limbed church, the spider feet of the silver white spider penetrated the container, protruding the spider feet out.

“This this!?”

The man held 30% fear, 30% excitement, 30% reverence, and a point of doubt, and tremblingly watched the silver white spider destroy the container and stuck his body out.

The clear liquid ran down the table and dripped onto the ground.

What reassures the man is that the silver white spider not at all attacked him.

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When his gaze swept across the head of the silver white spider, he saw that a purple black line suddenly appeared on the head that had no traces, and then suddenly split, and a huge one eye emerged from it.

At the moment when his eyes were exchanged, the man’s eyes suddenly became dull, lost focus, and the whole person seemed to become a walking corpse.

“This is a reward given to us by the gods, and this is our honor.”

In the dullness, he watched the silver white spider walk up to him and pierced 8 spider feet into his head.

As soon as the spider feet pierced his head, the power of the deep purple magic eye poured into his soul, dividing his soul into pieces.

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銆怤ame: Banksy Frankid銆?/p>

[age: 39]

[Race: Human]

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[Occupation: 8 Limb Hunter]

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One message after another appeared and hidden in the man’s soul, forming a silver black figure.

The silver black figure is exactly the same as Banksy’s appearance, and it is completely carved out of a mold.

The dark self, the power of the magic eye surging from the silver white spider, separated the negative emotions in his heart, and artificially created the dark self.

Now, this Banksy, who was originally an ordinary person and a mad believer in the eight-legged church, has the ability to belong to himself.

The silver white spider also injected the “duties” of an 8-limbed hunter into his consciousness, just like a god’s will.

“Hunting the sins of the world, and destroying the sins of mankind with eight limbs.”

After injecting this consciousness into Banksy鈥檚 soul, in the body of the silver white spider, the power of the magic eye of purple black stirred the body of the spider鈥斺€?/p>

At the next moment, the silver white spider’s body turned into a silver liquid, merged into his body, and began to transform his body, making him more adaptable to absorb original sin.

When Banksy was sober, he looked at the “congregational vision” given by the gods-that is, the so-called system, and there was more and more enthusiasm in his eyes.

“Our noble god, the weaver of fate, the 8-limbed god who hunts original sin!”

He chanted the prayer frantically, then knelt down to the ground, chanting aloud the name of the god with eight limbs that had been quietly changed.

And Yate, who was far from the plane of the spider web, felt a wave of frenetic strength of Faith pouring toward him. Although it was weak and had a lot of magazines, if it was maintained for a long time and absorbed after careful separation, it would improve the normal way. It is of great help.

As for this, as an exploration branch of the road of faith, Yate controlled the body of the magic eye and accepted it without the slightest hesitation.

Afterwards, he glanced at his skills–

Night Crow believer.

Skills not at all are on.

But it doesn’t matter, or it is better not to light up.

This is not only a complement to the original sin career, but also an attempt by him to carry out the path of faith without relying on the system.

He is not at all away from the idea of 鈥嬧€媡he system, his idea is to control the system.

In order to control the system, he needs to try a lot of things, whether it is planned or accidentally encountered in an unplanned situation.

Yate slightly, transformed into a weaver of fate, lifted his spider feet, and the appearance of purple black gradually became silver white 鈥斺€?/p>

After the power of the magic eye eroded and reconstructed the body, after a short period of repair, the basic camouflage has been achieved…

In Wudu, purple black spiders occupied various spider bodies, found the original believers of the Destiny Weaver, and in the same way injected them with the “8” made by the original sin hunter. The system of “Limb Hunter”, oh no, is the “view of believers”.

The benefits that gods bestow on believers, the power that gods bestow on believers, are the “believers’ vision” that only believers can see.