Night Raven Master

Chapter 460 Spider Cultists
Rodman mansion.

Seeing Dolores, Yager and others leave, Kaulanke also made a gesture to leave.

However, when he left, he asked calmly:
"What are you going to do? How to deal with it?"

Rodman had a gentle smile on his face, like a kind old man with a gentle personality:
"There is no need to deal with it. The only enemy of our Black Bell Church is the Temple in the Fog. And...Kolanke, you don't seem to have completely entered the darkness."

Kaolanke bowed his head and turned his head. Hearing this sentence, his expression changed a few times, and then he said in a calm tone:

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, it just feels a little strange. After all, such a situation is rare. I hope to see you at the dinner table one day."

Rodman spoke horribly softly.

"One day, your head will be mine as well as your property."

Kaolanke did not show weakness, then stood up straight, glanced at Dolores who was waiting outside the mansion, and finally said:
"The Church of Eight Limbs is gradually growing, and the Scarlet Lord of the Church of the Blood Tree has already contacted us, and the Church of Eight Limbs has discovered it."

"Really?" Rodman's brows frowned slightly, and then stretched out in an instant, as if the dignified expression was just an illusion.

"Really." Kaulanke nodded, and the conversation between the two of them did not look like they had just seriously said life-threatening words, "Melissa was attacked yesterday and was almost killed, and you should be there soon." Called to treat her."

"Melissa was almost killed?" Rodman was slightly surprised, and then continued to speak in a faint voice, "That's really a pity."

After Kaulanke said this, he stopped talking. Under the watchful eyes of Gore and Rodman, he left the mansion, walked to Dolores, and left with her.

After watching the last two people leave, Rodman turned around, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly:

"Gol, it's time for lunch, let's make it richer today."

"Yes, master." Gore bowed his head respectfully, hiding his disgust in deep wrinkles.

……

In the southwestern suburbs of Wudu, outside an abandoned building with few people, a man in a purple-black suit and a jazz hat stopped in his tracks.

Afterwards, he looked at the half-covered door. This dilapidated building looked abandoned no matter what.

"The Rat Spider Bishop gave an order, and he must be caught this time."

On his collar, a purple-red spider the size of a fingernail was lying on his neckline. After he whispered to himself, the purple-red spider made a sound:

"I have come to the back of the house, I will keep an eye on it, if anyone escapes from the back, I will act immediately."

"En." He nodded, his eyes slightly lost focus, and his consciousness entered a purple-black misty space, and an illusory lavender light screen appeared in his field of vision.

【God's Favored: Dakshir Malinfordo】

【Age: 29】

【Race: Human】

[Occupation: Octopus Hunter]

[Divine level: believer]

[Title of God's Family: None]

【Status: Normal】

【Divine Ability:】

——[Summon Spider:]

——【Jealousy Spider Silk:】

——[The Cocoon of Laziness:.]

——【The Thorn of Anger:】

——【The Mouth of Gluttony:】

——【The Seed of Sex X Desire:】

——[Touch of Greed:]

——[Arrogant Transfiguration·Spider Cultists:.]

Opening his eyes, Dakshir silently clenched the dagger in his pocket, and said in an obscure language that only he could hear, which was different from the common language:

"Call the spider." (spell)

The next moment, the power in his body was exhausted, and at the same time, a strange, imperceptible fluctuation spread outward, and several petite spiders of different shapes crawled out from the surrounding flowers, plants and corners.

Dakshir calmly felt the wonderful weak connection with these spiders, and gave them instructions to enter the house and investigate with his thoughts.

The next moment, these spiders quickly raised their spider legs and crawled in through other openings in the corner of the room.

As for Daxil himself, he turned around, raised his wrist, and looked at the somewhat worn-out gear watch.

As if he was just waiting for someone here.

At the back of the house, another member of the Eight Limbs Church who was guarding the back door and windows, who had just talked to Dakshir, was holding a freshly purchased bag in front of a grocery store more than ten meters away from this room. He sat on the bench with the newspaper that came to him, and used the newspaper to cover his glance at the room from the corner of his eye.

A few minutes later, Dakshiel was like an inviter who couldn't wait. While complaining about the unpunctuality of the inviter, he was anxiously pacing at the door, and two spiders came from the room from two directions. Climb out, enter his perspective, and show him information that is not clear.

Dakshiel carefully observed the trembling frequency of the spider legs, and whispered to himself:

"Have you found no living things?"

While thinking this way, he turned around and walked in through the half-closed wooden door.

The house was in a mess, more like being robbed by robbers than the unnecessary debris that the owner had just moved, and there were some dirty traces of homeless life.

Frowning, Dakshiel swept his gaze to the ground:

Matching the completely broken table next to it, several broken drawers were scattered on the ground. In the drawers, there was a pile of paper cards damaged by mice as teeth grinding tools or by some insects as food.

Dakshir squatted down, looked up and looked around, adjusted his body to face the door leading to an unknown room, and picked up the card.

Membership card of a closed shopping mall in the city center, employee ID card of a company, word cards for teaching children to memorize words
It does look like an ordinary room
At this moment, he felt a strong sense of abnormality, as if something was approaching him from below.

below?basement?

For Dakshir, who has just entered the Eight Limbs Church and became a believer, this feeling is both strange and familiar. What is strange is that he has never felt this feeling when he was an ordinary person. From a perspective, this feeling is like when he wants to slap the spiders that weave their webs at home or the mosquitoes that bite him, and they flee as if they had a premonition.

Without hesitation, he believed in this mysterious feeling. Compared with before becoming a believer, his physical fitness was several times stronger, allowing him to dodge to the side with an extremely fast reaction speed and a fast movement—like a bird spider.

The moment he left the place, with a loud noise, the ground where he was originally was shattered, and a thick metal stick pierced the ground.

Sawdust splashes.

(End of this chapter)