Night Raven Master

Chapter 438 Eight-Limbed Hunter
At night, in front of a remote apartment in Wudu.

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

In the tranquility of the night and the slightly cold evening breeze, he walked to the door of the apartment.

After fumbling around in the jacket pocket and trouser pocket, he found the key in the inner pocket of his clothes, inserted it into the door lock and twisted it gently.

The slightly rusty lock cylinder was stirred into some black and red powder by the key, and the door was opened with an unpleasant creaking sound.

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

In the dark interior, the man took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it. In the dim light of the fire, he fumbled to turn on the light.

The light from the low-brightness electric lamp sprinkled on the wooden floor and the gray wall.

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 sundries, and on the ground, there appeared a wooden board whose edges were not perfectly fitted.

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

After closing the door and walking on the unoccupied stairs, the cold air was sucked into the mouth and nose, and the man became more awake.

There are also lights in the basement—one of the switches that have been turned on above ground is in the basement.

The basement illuminated by the lights is only a few square meters in size, and the height is not enough. It looks very narrow and low, full of oppression.

It wasn't a warehouse or anything. In the empty basement, there was only a deep, simple, off-white long table with eight legs—like a huge white spider.

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

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

The smooth exterior looks like a machine.

And the sense of mystery and sublime exuded, people can't help but have respect.

The same was true for the man. When he saw the silver-white spider in the container, he couldn't help showing a respectful expression, and there was an indescribable look in his eyes.

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

"Our god, the weaver of fate, the sublime eight-limbed god."

He didn't see 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 praying and was about to stand up straight when he raised his head, he heard a crisp sound.

The man looked in the direction of the voice with some doubts——

In the container, the sacred object belonging to the Church of Eight Limbs, the spider legs of the silver-white spider penetrated the container and poked out the spider legs.

"This this!?"

With three parts of fear, three parts of excitement, three parts of reverence and one part of doubt, the man watched tremblingly as the silver-white spider destroyed the container and leaned out.

A clear liquid dripped from the table and onto the floor.

What reassured the man was that the silver-white spider did not attack him.

But
When his eyes swept over the head of the silver-white spider, he saw a purple-black line suddenly appeared on the head that had no trace at first, and then it split open suddenly, and a huge one-eyed emerged from it.

The moment the eyes met, the man's eyes suddenly became dull and lost focus, and the whole person seemed to have become a walking dead.

"This is a gift from the gods, and it is our honor."

In a daze, he watched the silver-white spider walk up to him, and stabbed the eight spider legs into his head.

The moment the spider leg pierced his head, the power of the dark purple magic eye poured into his soul, dividing his soul into pieces.

【--material--】

【Name: Banksy Frankie】

【Age: 39】

【Race: Human】

【Sex: Male】

[Occupation: Octopus Hunter]

【.】

Message after message appeared and hid in the man's soul, forming a silver-black human figure.

This silver-black human figure is exactly the same as Banksy's appearance, completely carved out of the same mold.

The dark self, the power of the magic eye gushing out of the silver-white spider, separated the negative emotions in his heart, and artificially shaped the dark self.

Now, this Banksy, who was originally just an ordinary person and a fanatic in the Church of Eight Limbs, has the ability of "himself".

The silver-white spider also injected the "duty" of the eight-legged hunter into his consciousness, just like the will of the gods.

"Hunting the sins of the world, killing the sins of mankind with eight limbs."

After injecting this consciousness into Banksy's soul, within the body of the silver-white spider, the power of the purple-black magic eye stirred the body of the spider——

The next moment, the silver-white spider body turned into a silvery liquid, which merged into his body, and began to transform his body, making him more suitable for absorbing original sin.

When Banksy woke up, he looked at the "Cultist's Vision" bestowed by the gods—the so-called system, and his eyes became more and more intense.

"Our lofty god, the weaver of fate, the eight-legged god who hunts original sin!"

He chanted prayers frantically, then knelt down, chanting the name of the eight-legged god who had quietly changed aloud.

And Yate, who was far away on the spider web plane, sensed a fanatical power of faith rushing towards him. Although it is weak and has a lot of magazines, if it is maintained for a long time and carefully separated before absorbing, it will not affect the normal way. Ascension helps tremendously.

In this regard, as an exploration branch of the path of faith, Yate controlled the body of the magic eye and accepted it without hesitation.

Then, he glanced at his skills——

Followers of Night Crows.

Skills are not on.

But it doesn't matter, or rather, it's better not to light up.

This is not only the completion of the original sin profession, but also an attempt that he completed independently without relying on the system to carry out the path of faith.

He doesn't have the idea of ​​breaking away from the system, his idea is - to control the system.

In order to master the system, he needs to try many things, whether it is planned or unplanned.

Art, who turned into a weaver of fate, lifted his spider legs slightly, and the purple-black appearance gradually turned silvery white——

After the body was eroded and reconstructed by the power of the magic eye, after a brief trimming, the basic camouflage has been achieved
In Wudu, purple-black spiders occupied the bodies of various spiders, found the original believers of the weaver of destiny, and infused them with the "eight spirits" made by the original sin hunter's simple skin replacement in the same way. Limb Hunter's system, oh no, it's "Cultist's Vision".

The benefits bestowed by gods on believers, the power bestowed by gods on believers, and the "vision of believers" that only believers can see.

(End of this chapter)