Night Raven Master

Chapter 446 Unexpected
Thin and slender arms stretched out to his chest, and after straightening his retro-style gray suit, the old gentleman took the crutch beside him into his hand.

He narrowed his eyes with a smile on his face:

"The Pope of the Eight Limbs Church, I want to cooperate with your church."

"Oh?" Art showed a smile, "Want to cooperate with us?"

"Yes."

The old gentleman took out a small black book from his breast pocket, and turned the pages with the hand holding the cane:

"I hope you can find something for me. As a price, I will protect you."

The deep and hoarse voice matched the old appearance, with a sense of vicissitudes that have been refined over the years.

In the words, there is no intention to take the Eight Limbs Church seriously.

Banksy frowned: "Protect us? You? How many people do you have?"

"How many people? To protect you, I am enough."

The old gentleman turned to the latest pages of his notebook, glanced at Art and Banksy, and said to himself:

"Help me capture a white mist mephit, Lanchester star crystal, Buck Dynasty crown, Ossian black spot ancient bottle..."

As he spoke, a sneer appeared in his heart.

The eight-legged church, although the eight-legged god is very powerful, it doesn't have much power. A dozen other gods fight against it together, and the spider has no way to leave any power on the main plane.

As long as the Church of the Eight-Limbed God is discovered, it will be eliminated, and there will be no climate at all.

And he learned from several people who defected from the Church of the Eight-Limbed God and became believers of other gods that the followers of the Church of the Eight-Limbed God had already lost their gods—

Even the Pope's "ghost spider" has completely disappeared.

But recently, it was discovered that the Church of Eight Limbs was active again.

He didn't think it was the resurgence of the Eight Limbs Church, but just like the previous dozen times, it was just the behavior of the Eight Limbs Church's believers who didn't want to believe that they were abandoned by the gods, and tried to call their gods.

Just like the dozen times before, it was just in vain.

However, it is possible to take advantage of it.

Other churches are not so well utilized.

However, unexpectedly, the ghost spider of the Pope of the Eight Limbs Church appeared again.

The old gentleman raised his head, looked at the ghost spider who looked like a young man in a purple-black suit, and sneered in his heart.

I am a multi-level three-level powerhouse. In the world in the shell, there are not many people who are stronger than him except for the twenty gods.

"Do you understand?" The old gentleman raised his head and looked at Banksy and Art, "I will also tell you why your gods are always silent and do not respond to your prayers."

Originally, Banksy was a little agitated, but after hearing the old man's last words, he calmed down instead.

And Yate is similar, except that he is more calm - after observing that the opponent's strength is only three levels of diversity, he is quite calm.

And after the other party said the last sentence, he even laughed out loud.

That's it, are you playing this game?

Want to use the Church of Eight Limbs to help gather materials and more?

Do you want to kill it directly?
No, there are still things to deal with in the main body. It is probably okay for this avatar to kill him, but
Without knowing his ability, it is inappropriate and not conducive to his development to erase any news without revealing it. No matter how he dances, it will not affect him.

Forget it, just leave this clown bouncing around and see what tricks he can play.

I laughed in my heart, and then Art said:

"If you can really do it, it's not impossible to help you collect it, but we need to know whether your strength is enough."

"Oh? How do you want me to show it?" The old gentleman sneered, "How about killing you here?"

Let me show my strength?Want to use me as a weapon?Is it too tender?
Is the Pope of the Eight Limbs Church at this level?
And the sudden hostility from the other party made Yate couldn't help being stunned. He narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth:
"You can try."

The old gentleman met Art's eyes.

In an instant, he felt a strong chill, and suddenly, hallucinations emerged.

A pair of huge, purple-black eyes loomed in the darkness, like a killer at the top of the food chain, exuding a terrifying aura that made people tremble.

What emerged after that was a huge pale spider web covering the entire starry sky. On it, purple-black spiders the size of mountain ranges walked to the edge of the spider web and cast their gazes at him.

The terrifying shadow is constantly expanding, and the spider web seems to be eroding and engulfing everything.

Be it cities, mountains, forests, everything.

The old man's eyes widened.

Is this an illusion?

No, this is... walking on the ground! ?
This pope is an eight-legged god walking on the ground! ?
how come! ?

"I don't remember that I have been reduced to the point where even a small bug can bully me."

The sound like insects sounded in the sky, no, it was underground, no, it was from inside the body, not everywhere.

The moment the voice whose source could not be discerned sounded, he already knew that the owner of the voice was something he could not contend against.

He knew that as long as the other party moved a finger, no, a spider foot, he would be suppressed without the ability to resist.

Why?Hasn't the eight-legged god already given up his belief in the main plane?How can there still be walking on the ground! ?Why?
As if hearing his inner self-talk, the voice sounded again:

"The blood moon riot, some gods were seriously injured, and the forces need to be re-divided. It seems that you, a little bug, don't know about these things."

Blood moon riot?A god was seriously injured! ?

He was so shocked, why didn't anyone tell him?

"How is it possible? Why is this happening?"

The old gentleman kept roaring in his heart, flustered.

The next moment, he saw huge purple-black spiders descending from the pale sky-covering spider web, attacking him.

He wanted to resist, but at this time, he felt a pain that was worse than death.

At some point, a huge purple spider suddenly appeared behind him, and the sharp fangs in its mouthparts pierced into his body, injecting something into his body.

In the gradual trance of consciousness, he heard the sentence "The will is too weak, I thought you had some means, and you dare to find fault with this little will", with undisguised contempt.

The old gentleman whose will was hit again widened his eyes, and lost consciousness in this psychic attack.

Yate was also a little surprised when he saw the old gentleman who fell to the ground with wide-eyed eyes.

This guy is too weak.

He never thought that a multi-level three-level powerhouse would be so weak in mind and will, and he just fell to the ground after taking an attack equivalent to a level-[-] attack.
How could it be so weak.

(End of this chapter)