Night Raven Master

Chapter 605 Massacre
"what happened?"

Art, who was hiding in the shadows, thought about it.

Just now, he felt that a huge doom lingering on this group of people was gradually becoming active.

The luck on their bodies has also quieted down a lot as the bad luck has grown and dissipated.

These people are dead.

This amount of bad luck is much more than the "Eye of Doom" identity he took on when he was in Glory World.

In Glory World, the "Eye of Misfortune" is a mode that automatically collects bad luck, absorbs other people's luck when a crisis occurs, and transfers the bad luck to other people to avoid the crisis.

However, that is the son of the age of the glorious world, and has the ability to marry his bad luck to others.

In other words, under the control of the Fate Slate of the Glory World, the bad luck gathered on him can be transferred away.

However, because of the possession of Yate, a visitor from another world, as the essence of a conceptual creature, as long as the doom is absorbed into the body, if he does not take the initiative to release it, the doom will not be lost.

The misfortune of this group of demons is comparable to the incident when he encountered wolves in Glory World.

Gathering such a huge amount of bad luck, you don't need to think about it to know that you have a special identity.

However, Yate cannot act on this basis, which is not the ability of Black Thorn.

He needs a "reasonable" reason.

"Secret assembly? What kind of secret organization?"

Arthur whispered to himself:
"There are also special transmission methods and security checks. Is it an underground chamber of commerce?"

The commonality of players is one of the characteristics that members of various diverse organizations have-burning, killing and looting.

I don't care about the impact on the world at all, as long as it doesn't affect my own safety, it doesn't matter how much I destroy the world.

And the action habit of the black thorn is exploration and treasure hunting.

The action pattern of Blackthorn searching for treasures and valuable items is within the category of normal logic.

"I don't even know what's in there."

Yate didn't intend to do it in one step, and he couldn't do it in one step. After expressing his concern for this secret stronghold as a black thorn, he left directly.

Even if it is known that this is the stronghold of an underground chamber of commerce or other organizations, logically speaking, it can only be regarded as a branch task or even a marginal matter.

Now, it is the world of promotion missions. The focus of all players is how to win and improve their own evaluation, so as to step into a higher-rated node country at the end of the mission world.

No matter how wrong Blackthorn is, he shouldn't focus on a "common" hidden stronghold.

And because of Black Thorn's cautious personality, it is impossible for Black Thorn to sneak in rashly.

Then look for a chance to check.

Feeling that the player's emblem recorded every word and deed of Black Thorn, Yate controlled Black Thorn to leave.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Bennett's territory, a battle was raging.

No, it should be called massacre.

A humanoid, but fearful in its elongated head.

On its body, there was a huge wound, and the three strangely shaped weapons held on its four legs and arms were leaning on the ground, barely holding on to stand.

And a nearby two-headed demon also had embarrassing wounds all over his body. Although it wasn't huge, seeing the weaker breath of the opponent, he knew that he was not far from death.

And myself, almost as well.
The Mozu raised his head, and the slender head full of blood turned to the right.

Several demons who looked similar to it were forced to retreat to the side.

However, the result has already been decided. Perceiving its own passing life, it has no ability to resist, and it doesn't think that other people will be willing to save itself.

I have some powerful magic item in my hand.

But at this time, a shadow struck.

A huge black fog surged from the front, occupying his entire field of vision.

In the center of the battlefield, a demon clan with dozens of hands and feet like dry tree roots and octopuses was fighting a giant.

The giant's entire body was pitch black, not made of solid objects, but a mass of moving black mist.

At this moment, the monster was covered in blood, and when the black mist invaded, the tentacles with spherical eyes at the tip radiated beams of magic power like rays.

The high-intensity attack like a laser ray did not cause any damage to the black mist.

The magic beam directly penetrated through the pitch-black mist without causing any impact.

The black mist invaded directly.

When the figure of the demon race appeared again, it was completely silent, and it was frozen in place like a statue.

Not only this demon clan, but also a group of demon clan in the direction where the black mist invaded.

In the same way, it freezes in place like a statue.

"What's going on!? What is that!?"

A demon with seven wings and an asymmetrical, almost oval-shaped torso. One of the wings glows with brilliance and thoughts surge.

The picture below made him unable to understand.

"Is it curse-like magic?"

The limbs that are both hands, feet and wings are constantly swinging, making its body rise rapidly.

However, at this moment, a strong wind hit.

Without any hesitation, a pair of its wings suddenly disintegrated into chitin-like dense silk threads, condensing into a grid-like exoskeleton skeleton.

Moreover, huge magic power gushes out from its body, relying on the skeleton to aggregate into a shield.

"It's too late."

The seven-winged demon's oval torso, which is both a head and a body, has a few folds that represent doubtful emotions.

However, as soon as doubts surfaced, it felt that its body rose involuntarily.

The shield that had just been scattered and woven with huge magic power was directly torn.

The gust of wind blowing after the shield ruptured caused pain all over its body.

The body was torn apart.

Accompanied by this feeling came a whisper, and several arrows condensed by invisible forces.

"died."

There are no organs such as eyes, and the perception of the seven-winged demons who rely entirely on telepathy has become blurred.

Sensing the approaching figure, it has no strength left.

call--

As the breeze blew, the seven-winged demons turned into pieces of broken flesh and fell to the ground.

Immediately, a vague figure appeared in front of the flesh and blood, glanced at the flesh and blood on the ground, turned his head, and shouted at the black mist:

"Night owl! Move faster!"

After the shout like the sound of the wind came out, the black mist burst suddenly, sweeping all the demons in the battlefield.

Then, the black mist suddenly rolled up and poured into the mouth of a black bird like a vortex, with a humanized expression on its face:
"Wait a minute, I want to collect some more fears."

"You can also collect it at the destination, or you won't be able to catch up!"

(End of this chapter)