Witch, don't be so lazy

The dark wizard held up the raven staff, with the black wings behind him raised high. Look at his expression and posture, even the angle at which each feather was raised, all of which were carefully carved and all learned from the raven statue.

He presided over a strange ceremony, chanting loudly:

"The scarlet eye bears witness to sin, the black feather heralds eternal sleep!"

The monster followers below followed suit.

"O great and noble Raven God!"

Uniform and harmonious, like an ensemble.

"You bring misfortune..."

Even the jams are so neat.

Howling cold wind.

Only one VIII scar bell fin wheel coat is an instant.

Those followers of the Crow God who were still shouting loudly the moment before were frozen in place the next moment.

They are creatures that live in bitter cold areas all year round, but now they have all turned into ice sculptures.

no way.

After all, if the wind and snow in the permafrost are compared to sharp needles piercing the skin, then the current cold is a deadly poison that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Not to mention making any sound, let alone moving to resist, the flow of their magic power quickly slowed down, even becoming faint, and it felt like even their thoughts and souls began to stagnate.

of course.

As the raven statue above flashed a dark light.

The dark wizard's previously stiff hands suddenly began to move, and his head turned in one direction, staring at the lamb that appeared out of nowhere, his face distorted and hideous.

"Damn it, damn it!"

"You actually interrupted the great ceremony, damn it..."

While talking.

The dark wizard raised the crow wand in his hand, and without casting any spell, he swallowed the crow's head in one gulp, and then stuffed the entire wand into his mouth.

First the corners of the mouth cracked, then the throat bulged, then the shriveled chest bulged, all the way down, the voice of the voice also changed, and finally stopped at the stomach.

The belly bulged rapidly, breaking through the waxy yellow skin, revealing a huge, wet crow's head, as if it had just hatched from an egg.

The upper half of the body was completely flattened, almost like a deflated balloon.

The scarlet eyes were filled with hatred, and the bird's beak kept opening and closing.

"...Damn it, I'm going to tear you apart alive!"

The wings flapped and it took off into the air.

First, a large number of black feathers shot out, and then sharp claws were revealed, chasing the lamb shining with golden light with the momentum to tear the opponent to pieces.

And at the same time.

Encore flapped its wings and flew to the place where the ceremony was held earlier.

Landed on the stage that the dark wizard had just walked over.

Bow down.

I could just see the believers below looking up.

The front row consisted of eight second-level monsters, including the Ghost Sword Python that we had seen before.

They are quite strong and can roll their eyes and even flick their claws.

Sadly, there is no encore with a cape in sight.

The hand of the mage.

A huge arm wrapped in flames slapped down.

Pong!

The noise was huge.

Regrettably, with little success.

Apart from breaking some of the frost covering their bodies, those second-level monsters only suffered superficial injuries.

Although he didn't use his full strength, the result still surprised An Ke.

“So meaty!”

She looked at the monsters whose eyes were filled with panic and anxiety, and muttered softly, "It's frozen hard."

I thought about it.

His eyes fell on the Ghost Sword Python's raised blade.

A thought came to my mind.

The Ghost Sword Python discovered with panic that its entire body was floating in the air, as if it was being held by an invisible giant hand.

Then, it felt that it was actually spinning!

Hallelujah whirlwind!

...slipping away. 】Umbrella dead bastard...

No wonder the warriors in the psalms always long for magical weapons and sharp swords.

Anke finally understood now.

Three times five divided by two.

It took more than ten breaths, and he hadn't even finished satisfying it, and it was all gone.

On the contrary, it took some effort for me to finally destroy the Ghost Sword Python.

As for the lamb...

Boom!

An extremely terrifying sound, accompanied by a strong wind, came from the front.

All I could see was the mountain wall on that side.

Suddenly, a huge pit hundreds of meters in size appeared. One had to use the Eye of Judgment with all his strength to vaguely see the pitifully weak black residue in the center of the pit.

The lamb and its little hammer are still as awesome as ever.

Anko turned her gaze back to the front.

A little further away.

Different monsters scattered all over the place.

Closer

A breathless python.

An Ke nodded with satisfaction. In that case, to express his gratitude, he would start eating from the main contributor.

【Devil's Gospel】, start!

A bright ball of light and a large amount of flowing light instantly rushed towards An Ke as the Ghost Sword Python shattered.

It's like taking a comfortable hot spring bath and then enjoying a sumptuous feast.

For an instant.

Anke felt like she didn't want to move at all. The incarnation of the Snowy Owl seemed to be getting rounder. Her soul felt satisfied, but also a little uncomfortable.

I made it.

At least the amount of four Thornes!

Anke stared at the remaining monsters, his eyes couldn't help but shine.

The second one!

Began to eat!

The third one!

Began to eat!

No. I can’t do it anymore, let me take a break.

Anke was about to sit down.

Suddenly.

Boom!

There was another loud noise in the distant valley, followed by a strong wind.

A similarly large pit appeared on the cliff, and there was only a tiny bit of black residue in the pit.

An Ke frowned.

It’s not finished yet?

Is that dark wizard the Hammer King? !

And the next moment.

She almost jumped up.

Even though he hadn't activated [Devil's Gospel], the remains of the monsters began to transform into black light and floated towards him...

No, that's not right!

They were rushing towards the raven pillar behind them!

Chapter 83 Evil Object

Right in the center of the huge hole in the cliff.

The roaring black wizard was no longer there, replaced by a mass of sticky substance clinging to the smooth stone wall, like a stain left on a white paper by a painter accidentally.

The word "stick" is not quite appropriate, because it may make people mistakenly think that it may still be possible to pick it off.

In fact, it felt more like mildew growing on the walls of an old house, completely seeping into the rock.

The battle between the lamb and the dark wizard is very concise.

Use the Golden Horseshoe, but don't run too fast, because you have to wait for the dark wizard to catch up. Then find the right direction and angle, and hit him with a hammer.

Literally, to grind into powder or beat into slag.

This wasn't just physical damage; the magic power and soul were all destroyed at once.

With such terrible injuries, even those extraordinary creatures known for their tenacious vitality, such as trolls and vampires, have almost no chance of resurrection.

The battle should have ended here.

But the lamb just frowned and stared at the scum in front of him.

Because in her perception, the black stain seemed to receive special blessing at the moment of collapse, and a part of it actually gathered together again.

The remnants were slowly moving.

In just a few breaths, the magical power gathered from all around and the spirituality increased out of thin air.

The stain began to expand rapidly, like a black tumor, swelling, bursting, and spilling ink-like mucus.

That's a broken shell.

Scarlet eyes, bright black feathers.

The dark wizard who had died was resurrected with an ugly sneer on his face.

"Foolish! I have been blessed by the great Crow God and have gained an immortal body. Yet, relying on your mere trinkets, you dare to attempt to destroy me!"

A dry and hoarse voice echoed in the valley, "How ridiculous, how ridiculous!"

But when it spread its wings, all the black feathers stood upright, like a slanting rainstorm, splashing towards the enemy in front of it.

At the same time, the dark wizard shot out like an arrow.

He did not rush towards the lamb, because he wanted to follow the noble calling. With a twisted and happy smile, he flew straight towards the statue of the Raven God, ready to complete the sacred dedication.