Night Crow Sovereign

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Watching the spread of the black mist, in the distance of Lorance, the long-distance capital, a group of church personnel wearing blue green robes were serious.

“The wind is dead.”

The storm sacrifices to Tremini complexion is gloomy.

As a sacrifice to the Eye of the Storm, he can sense the wind’s will.

And in the black mist, not at all any “will” came.

Feeling the deathly silent “Wind Trace” around him, he felt a sense of fear.

“It’s too quiet, too quiet!”

Behind Tremini, a young man with black hair was worshiping Storm, his nose twitched.

“Did you feel it too!?” Tremini stared at the opponent, even a clear expression of fear appeared on the opponent’s face.

“This is definitely not a religious-level Evil God sacrifice…I think it is a bishop-level, no, the probability of Evil God who teaches Sovereign level is higher than 90%!!!”

The young man’s trembling right hand clenched the necklace hanging on his chest tightly. The expression on his face had seen nothing but fear, and his piety and concentration had long since disappeared.

“Those black mists are part of Evil God!!!” The young man’s expression was very excited.

There is no doubt that the wind will die because of the weird black fog.

Not only the wind, but also other things, as long as it is shrouded in the black mist, anything with will will die.

Everything was taken as the object of attack, even the dead spirits wandering in the wilderness were not let go, even the souls of the church members were not let go.

Not only was the person dead, the soul hadn’t come out yet, and no soul had ever been seen leaving the black mist.

…….

Plane: Black magic stage.

This is a plane filled with all kinds of strange props.

Various seemingly weird, seemingly ordinary props are everywhere in this plane.

And in the center of the plane, a man in a weird and flamboyant costume was standing on the stage.

The gods believed by the Magician Order, a “god” magician with multiple Level 4 strengths.

Or called “the god of black magic”.

He killed the previous “god” who occupied this plane and seized this plane as his stronghold.

“Oh? Run away?”

At the moment when Evil God Galga was resurrected, he turned his head and looked towards a metal pot in the corner.

right hand lift up——

Snapped.

Accompanied by the sharp snapping of his fingers, the metal can turned a half circle.

Intact?

The magician sneered, his eyes flashed a black light, and a tiny hole appeared in the metal jar.

“God in the mist… you really have left behind. What a pity, what a pity, you are still dead.”

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then, right hand turns wearing white gloves.

A scarlet card appeared in his hand:

“The plane you are hiding is really hard to find. If you don’t do some tricks, you can’t find it, and you won’t be able to sell it for a good price.”

“It’s just that if you want to use this thing, you have to ask for a sacrifice. Since you have already run away, you can’t continue to use it. Just take you as a sacrifice.”

Lightly threw the scarlet card upward, and the magician’s hands were intertwined.

A pair of huge white gloves emerged out of thin air, grabbed the metal can, and then squeezed it hard.

When the palm of the hand was opened, the metal jar inside had disappeared.

In contrast, a metal jar appeared on the soles of the magician’s feet.

Lifting his foot, he gently kicked the jar.

The jar flew out and drew a black arc on the stage. After a round, it stopped at his up ahead and stopped under the red card.

The falling red card fell precisely on the metal jar, standing on the tiny hole.

At the next moment, he raised his hands and a playful smile appeared on his face:

“Opened the door, closed the door.”

“Who did you call? Call me.”

“Saw off my head and mashed my brain.”

Under the chanting of the incantation, which is like a child’s horrible nursery rhyme, the surging magic power condenses into a wood saw, and a door emerges——

Then, the wood saw reached into the door.

Next moment, in the metal jar, there was a terrifying scream.

“Ah Ahhhh !!!”

“It’s really annoying pigeon.” The magician shrugged his arms, folded his hands, and instantly countless sharp blades appeared and pierced into the door.

chi chi chi ——

Accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh and blood, the scream stopped abruptly.

A trace of blood dripped from the small hole in the metal can.

The blood touched the card that was stuck in front of the small hole.

In an instant, a blood-colored sapling appeared on the blood-colored card, and then a branch stretched out and slowly reached in through the pore.

The scream of sobbing sounded again.

The metal jar shook violently.

The magician stood in the distance, watching the metal jar sway, watching the saplings on the bright red card grow thicker and taller.

“It’s the Duke of the Blood Tree.” The magician watched the blood tree grow and exclaimed, “It’s really amazing to be able to deprive others of their bloodline and give to another person, but…”

The admiration in his eyes instantly turned cold.

“I’m really sorry, I can’t trust you.”

As he said, his palm stretched out, his wrist lifted up as if he was holding something, and then he crossed left and right.

A dark metal fragment suddenly appeared at the place where the blood tree grew, piercing the blood tree.

The dark power poured into the blood tree.

From the place where it was pierced, black continued to spread.

It seems that I have noticed the black abnormality. The red light flashed on the blood tree. Then, the black that had spread rapidly began to fade away.

The roots that stretched into the metal bottle trembled, drawing power at a faster rate.

The shaking of the metal bottle became smaller and smaller.

The magician watched this scene with a deeper smile on his face:

“The Duke of the Blood Tree, didn’t expect you to stay behind.”

At the moment his voice sounded, a red light flashed on the blood tree again, and then, a human face appeared on the blood tree, and it was the face of the Duke of the blood tree.

His slightly squinted eyes looked at the magician:

“How come, I have always uphold the integrity of the transaction, this is just in order to guard against the unexpected.”

“In case of 10000 one?” The magician held a dagger and wiped it on the white glove of his left hand. “I checked more than a dozen times and found no loopholes, except…”

“The back hand left by the god of the mist.” He stared at the face growing on the blood tree, and then turned his gaze to the metal can. “It seems that you have fully grasped what the god of the mist knows. But, I advise you, it’s better not to show up often, now the gods are searching for your location in 4 places.”

“Search where I am?” The Duke of the Blood Tree showed a trace of indifference. “They wish that I would immediately become the world’s strongest god in the shell, and then be obliterated by the void shell insect as the highest priority food reserve, right?”