Night Raven Master

Chapter 469 Preparing to Attack
However, his thoughts were completely superfluous, and Art, who captured all his wandering thoughts, just smiled.

It can be said that these natives in the world in the shell basically do not know the truth about the gods.

Yate didn't have any ideas about this silver ember bishop. If it was the other party's god, he could still have some ideas.

He was also very curious... Curious about the relationship between this silver ember mentor and the world of glory.

Art also believed that after solving the problems of the Temple in the Mist and the Church of the Black Bell, he could get the answer from the silver ember mentor.

Art smiled slightly, maintaining an unfathomable posture:
"What do you want in exchange?"

Sivor took a deep breath, then raised his head, facing the other party's pure white mask:

"News about Sir Cross Red."

Sir Cross Red?Oh, it's about that man, who looks like an elf and a vampire.

"Sir Cross Red, that man named Dougavle, right now, is colluding with a certain priest of the Eye of the Storm Church and is lurking in the foggy city."

Art said, "If you want to tell him news, we know better than you."

"Besides, although his strength is not bad, it is still a bit reluctant to say that he is at the Pope level."

He relentlessly debunked the information the other party wanted in exchange.

"Dogavle colluded with the Storm Priest and hid in the fog city!?"

Hearing this information, Sevor's eyes widened. How could it be possible? Dogafle killed many storm priests
Could it be that a certain priest of the Church of Storms hired the Cross Red Knight to kill the hostile faction?Is it infighting?
Who is it?

At this moment, he suddenly heard the other party's voice: "How is it? This news is good, right? What are you going to exchange?"

Sivor realized instantly that he was planning to sell news, why did he suddenly become buying news?

"This!?" He looked at the eight-legged Pope wearing a pure white mask in disbelief.

Has the Church of Eight Limbs fallen to the point of buying and selling information by force?

Strong buying and strong selling?

That also depends on your news being worthy of my forced buying and selling.

Art went to the chair next to him and sat down: "Are you going to buy the information at the price of the pope's level or at the price of the bishop's level?"

Even using this method, Sewer gritted his teeth secretly: "Information at the bishop level."

"Really? Then I'll tell you about the bishop-level part." Art touched the pure white mask, and six spider eyes of different colors emerged.

"When Dogafle was talking with the storm priest in the southern area of ​​Wudu, he was cursed by a member of the Eight Limbs Church and was slightly injured. Now he is hiding in the western area of ​​Wudu."

Art's unidentified voice echoed in the cafe where there were no shop assistants.

"I understand."

In the coffee shop, Banksy and Art watched Sivore's leaving back.

"Master Pope, don't you need to confirm whether his news is true?"

At this time, Banksy asked with some doubts.

"No need." Art said, "I got similar information from other sources."

"Then the value of this news." Banksy was a little puzzled. Since it was the news that he had already received, the value of this news also
"Sometimes, information is only valuable if it is released, but it is worthless if it is held in your hands."

Art smiled and turned his gaze to Banksy:

"Put this news aside for now, and do what I ordered first."

"Yes!" Banksy said respectfully, putting one hand on his chest.

Wudu, a certain park.

In this foggy area, tiny spiders are slowly approaching the unattended clock tower in front of the park.

click, click, click
Footsteps gradually approached the clock tower.

"Although it is not difficult to solve a group of knights in the fog guarding the clock tower, it is better to be unattended and can be resolved faster."

Arthur rubbed his neck.

It's not difficult to get rid of those knights in the fog.

Just use the message from the Church of the Black Bell to do it.

Next.
Yate stretched out his hand, a purple-black force gushed out from his palm, dissipated and floated in his palm, spinning and agitating like a tumbleweed.

In the process of rolling, the purple-black power gradually lost its color and turned gray.

"You need to use soul-level laziness as the key to unlock it. This is really special." Art looked at the gray mist swirling in his hand, "Using a higher level of belief in the original sin of laziness should also work."

With a wave of his arm, the gray mist swirling in his hand instantly expanded, like a condensed wind mass that lost its restraint.

Huge wind and waves rolled past, and suddenly, the gray fog dispersed and the storm surged.

The lazy gray mist quickly engulfed the water mist that was about to be blown away by the storm.

The highly condensed original sin of laziness exudes a unique power, and the surrounding water mist seems to be slowed down, slowing down the movement, and at the same time, becoming heavier.

Just looking at this gray mist, one can feel a heavy pressure and an irresistible fatigue.

The moment the gray mist formed by the original sin of laziness touched the clock tower, it was slowly sucked into the clock tower.

And the outline of the temple in the fog was slowly outlined.

"Eat more, more."

Yate squinted his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up, more purple-black power poured out, constantly transforming into the original sin of laziness, forming a larger gray mist.

Before the lazy gray mist was fully inhaled, more mist appeared and joined it, making the entire sky into a haze.

And as more and more lazy gray fog was inhaled by the temple in the fog emerging from the clock tower, the temple in the fog seemed to realize that the gray fog was a good thing, and the speed of inhalation became faster and faster.

However, the fog did not become less.

Seeing the gray mist being sucked in, Art released more gray mist.

The thick gray fog is like layers of dark clouds floating above the clock tower.

Then, Art's left hand opened and closed, as if kneading something.

And along with his movements, the gray mist formed by the original sin of laziness is constantly deforming.

Under Yate's control, the distorted gray mist that kept circling on the clock tower gradually stagnated and turned into a huge gray spider.

Watching this scene, Art snapped his fingers lightly.

With a soft sound, six blood-red eyes appeared on the head of the giant gray mist spider whose body gradually solidified.

The next moment, it started to move.

As if it had a will of its own.

And its first reaction was to turn its gaze to the temple in the fog that overlapped with the clock tower.

From its mouth, spider silk spewed out.

(End of this chapter)