Night Raven Master

Chapter 357 Death Road?

And after being knocked down, the black magician didn't have any fear after the stunned end. On the contrary, he stared at Art with fierce and vicious eyes:

"I will definitely find you! Then, I will kill all your family members! Then let you die in pain and despair!"

The bones of the whole body were shattered, and most of the flesh and blood were broken. Although it was painful for the black mage of the tombstone, the black mage of the tombstone had divided the soul into a Horcrux. The bridge of the spirit was almost broken, and the connection between the soul and the spirit was extremely weak. Not all of this pain was transmitted to his soul.

The mouthpiece that was still able to move was working hard, and let out a wild laugh:
"No, I will turn all your family members into dementors! Let them devour your soul and kill them before you die! Hahahaha!!!"

The tombstone black mage who claimed to have a horcrux laughed wildly.

With his eyeballs broken, he couldn't even tell that the humanoid entity condensed in the black mist was a crow, and he kept uttering harsh words.

And Yate listened to his non-stop yelling and cursing before he died, and there was no wavering in his heart.

Even, listening to his more and more dirty yelling, Art couldn't help but blinked, and the smile in his heart grew stronger:
"Is this the so-called impotent rage?"

Because of incompetence, you can only move your mouth?
Although the poor-quality phylactery of the Horcrux is poorly split, the connection between the split souls is weak, but the connection still exists.

The magician in this world can't find it, but it doesn't mean he can't find it.

Raising the palm, strands of mental power emerged from the body of the crow servant, and in the condensed black mist, an ominous black group of misfortune split into threads, attached to it, and then——

Hundreds of mental filaments entangled with doom threads and shot at the black mage on the ground.

The thread of mental power intertwined with bad luck immediately penetrated the black magician's brain, pierced into his spiritual sea, and poured into his soul along the bridge of spirit that was on the verge of breaking.

The voice of the black mage, who was yelling obscenities in a state of impotence and rage, stopped abruptly.

With a slight movement of the palm, the silk thread of doom swayed with the swing of the thin thread of spirit, piercing through this soul with only the upper body.

While the soul screamed, and the memory was recklessly extracted by the thread of mental power, those black threads flew out along some inexplicable connection.

"In this direction?"

Seeing the thread of doom moving along the link through the crow minions, Art snapped his fingers.

In an instant, among the crows all over France, the servants of the crows in the moving direction of this trace of doom all started to move.

At the moment when Art stripped all the memories from the black mage's soul by brutal means, and caused his death, the crow servants from all over the place moved to another soul at a speed that was almost space-moving. Doom on the horcrux and found this horcrux.

"What, you were killed once?"

In the northern church of another city in the south of France, a strong white man dressed as a priest narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in front of him who just came out of the secret room.

"You really are trash."

The strong white man looked extremely strong, and the holy priest's robe made him look like a necromancer at all.

But without a doubt, he is.

A cathedral necromancer.

In this world, there is no distinction between priests and magicians.

All priests are practically magicians, from beginning to end.

At least, in the cognition of the magic world, this is the case.

In the secret room in the church, there are still various items preserved.

Looking at this man, the priest-like black magician whispered:

"This person is."

He said the person's identity information again: "You remember it."

The man nodded: "I see, I will pay you later."

This is also a place for human trafficking.

Some black magicians of tombstones will choose to trade with this person, and when their body or other horcruxes are destroyed, they will find them a body as a container for the horcrux-the person who comes to the church to pray.

"Damn it, what happened recently? Tombstone has suffered so much damage, even Lord Barfleurs is dead."

The priest cursed in a low voice. Originally, his church still had quite a few believers in reserve, but recent incidents have caused a large number of Tombstone members to die once.

As a container for members of the tombstone, a lot of believers in this church have also been occupied, and one-third of the believers have been sold.

With that said, the priest turned his head and glanced at the man:
"Heku, how did you get killed?"

Horcruxes can acquire some memories of other Horcruxes or when the subject was killed.

"I'm."

The man named Heku wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his brows frowned. He couldn't remember how his body was killed.

"Can not remember."

"What? Can't remember!?"

Anger appeared on the priest's face: "What stupid thing did you do when you divided the Horcrux? Don't say that you don't remember what happened after you divided the Horcrux."

Dividing a horcrux is a precise operation. In this situation, no matter how you think about it, it was Heku, an idiot, who completely separated the horcrux. That is to say, this Heku.
"No, I remember what happened afterwards!"

Heku also understands several situations where there are mistakes in dividing the Horcrux, whether it is fatal or the consequences of a complete division, he also understands.

"I also remember when I set out to find Sleepy Hollow."

Heku said several pieces of information that could confirm his words.

After Heku uttered all the corroborating information, the anger on the priest's face disappeared, and then he showed a puzzled expression:
"Then why."

Saying that, the two looked at each other, as if they wanted to understand something.

"headless rider!!!"

According to legend, the Headless Horseman is the messenger of death.
"Could it be that you were killed by the headless horseman!?" The priest's eyes widened. "Does the headless horseman really exist?"

"I do not know either!"

Heku also looked confused after making a guess, this guess is just a guess based on actions.

Whether the Headless Horseman exists or not has always been uncertain in the magic world.

What they didn't realize was that on the top of the church, a crow was sending out a mental thread to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"The Headless Horseman."

In the forest near Mashan Ranch, Yate looked at Heku's corpse on the ground, while sorting out the information he got, he gathered his strength——

The magic power gathered into a black, huge scythe.

"Shouldn't the Headless Horseman's weapon be like this?"

Looking at the black sickle formed by highly condensed magic power, Art couldn't help touching his chin.

Generally, things related to the god of death, in addition to crows, there are also sickles, reverse crosses and the like.

speak up.
Do you want to walk the path of death?

You have to think about it carefully, there are already many paths he has decided to take.

Doom is the subject, involving crows, darkness, disaster, and original sin.One main road and four auxiliary roads.

Plus a death?
No, according to Leant's memory, the more paths there are, the more difficult it is, and the more complicated paths are, the harder it is to advance. The best choice is to raise one path to a sufficient level before involving other paths.

Hmm. Forget it, my current level is still a bit far from this.

While thinking this way, Yate lightly waved the sickle, and the magic power of the scroll brought up a terrifying invisible sharp blade, leaving a tear mark nearly [-] meters long on the ground, tearing Heku's body together with the forest. The area was cut into two sections.

"In this way, will someone really regard it as a headless horseman?"

Looking at the traces, Art showed a smile.

Then, the condensed body of the black mist spread out, revealing the crow in the center.

The divine light in the crow's eyes disappeared, and Art revoked the control of the crow's servant. It stopped on the ground, combed its feathers for half a minute, and then flapped its wings and left.

(End of this chapter)