Calamity Game: Cleanup Man?no i'm the villain

The return journey was exceptionally smooth, and there were no accidents during the period.

But this is only for the Eighth Army.

This was not the case for Yan Feichen. He could feel that Nevin Moore was targeting him intentionally or unintentionally many times.

Because on his personal panel, a special state called 'Curse of Soul Abyss' will appear from time to time.

Since it has the word 'soul abyss', it must have something to do with Nevin Moore.

It's just that this state only appeared for a moment every time, and then disappeared immediately, so that Yan Feichen still couldn't know what effect this state had, which made him feel a little speechless.

Nevin Moore was also speechless. He couldn't understand why Yan Feichen didn't respond at all after his ability was applied to him.

This is an ability he developed based on the particularity of 'Soul Abyss', and it is a kind of ability specially used to target those who are weaker.

Its essence is to apply the mark of "Soul Abyss" on the target's body, and slowly consume the opponent's soul through the power of "Soul Abyss". Once the release is successful, it is almost impossible for the marked person to be found.

Nevin Moore had already used it on many other races of Night Dire before, and all of them were successful without exception.

"Is it because I haven't completely restored the communication relationship with 'Soul Abyss'?" Nevin Moore thought.

Otherwise, he really couldn't explain why this ability couldn't have an effect on Yan Feichen.

When they arrived at the Shadow Fortress and were about to separate from the Eighth Army, Nevin Moore released the 'Curse of the Abyss of Soul' on Yan Feichen for the last time, but it still had no effect without accident.

In the end, Nevin Moore could only watch the other party get farther and farther away from the shadow fortress.

After returning to the Shadow Fortress, Manfrik immediately ordered all the soldiers of the Eighth Group to return to the camp, and they were not allowed to leave without his order, while he himself went to the hall where the Scavenger King was.

"What? You said the king is not in the Holy See now?!" After arriving at the main hall, Manfrik received a piece of news that made him a little unbelievable.

In his impression, the King of Scavenger Eaters has not left the Holy See for at least ten years, even in the last battle that caused Nevin Moore to be seriously injured, he never showed up.

"Did the king say... when will he be back?" Manfrik asked.

Facing his answer, the scavengers guarding the gate just shook their heads slightly.

This answer made him unable to help but start to imagine how serious the incident was that made his king choose to leave the Holy See.

"Could it be that the oldest saint of the Tribunal appeared at the forefront?" Such thoughts began to arise in Manfrik's mind.

After all, only characters of this level can make their king choose to leave the Holy See.

The more Manfrik thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. He immediately chose to return to the camp of the Eighth Army to recuperate his injuries. He had a premonition that the Eighth Army was likely to go to the front.

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On a snow-capped mountain, the King of Scavengers that Manfrik had been thinking about was walking along the mountain road at the moment.

Wherever he can see, there is only a piece of white, if ordinary people enter it, they will definitely lose their way.

After continuing to walk along the route in his memory for a while, the king of scavengers came to the top of the snow mountain.

The top of the snow-capped mountain was not covered by white snow. There was a huge hole here, in which heat waves were constantly gushing upwards. It was this hole that radiated temperature that blocked the invasion of white snow.

If you stand on the edge of the cave and look inward, you can see the magma that is constantly boiling and flowing in it.

When the King of Scavengers came to the edge of the cavity, the magma seemed to be drawn by some force, and it began to deviate from the originally planned channel and began to flow upwards towards the entrance of the cave.

The magma finally stopped at the edge of the cavity, at the feet of the King of Scavengers. Looking carefully, the magma was like a welcoming carpet, waiting for guests to enter.

The King of Scavengers stepped on the magma with his legs, and the intense temperature didn't seem to have any effect on him.

The most powerful scavenger just stepped on the magma and headed into the cave. The night-gaunt he wanted to meet was at the end of the road paved by the magma.

As the lava path came to an end, a giant with red hair and a bushy beard appeared in the eyes of the King of Scavengers.

"Welcome, King of the Scavengers." The giant opened his eyes, staring at the oldest and strongest Scavenger in front of him, "What can I do for you?"

"Scry for me a night-gaunt, the last Cyclops, Gorka," said the King of the Scavengers.

"Those people..." A few figures appeared in his mind, and they were night-gaunts who were as famous as the king of scavengers.

"No, it's a newborn Nightgaunt. His birth will not exceed one day at most. Before that, he didn't even have a name."

These words caused an uproar in Gorka's heart. He didn't expect that the King of Scavenger would let him divination a completely new night-gaunt.

"Is there anything special about him?" Gorka asked cautiously.

"His smell is very heterogeneous, like the fusion of all night-gaunts, and he also has abilities similar to Cyclops...his ability can even see through my depth." The King of Scavenger said.

"This is really...unbelievable." Gorka said in shock.

"That's why I came here, I need you to divination him, his past and future.

Regardless of whether this divination fails or succeeds, the Holy See of the Scavenger will owe you a promise. "

"I see, I don't know the name of the divination object?"

"Forget the dust."

After learning the name, Gorka closed his eyes, then he stretched out his hands and brushed away his thick beard that completely covered his chest.

On his chest, there was an obvious scar, and soon the scar began to squirm, and then separated up and down.

Covered in the wound was a huge eye. The so-called scar just now was actually covered with eyelids.

These are the real eyes of the Cyclops race, the eyes that can perform divination.

The huge one-eyed eye that grew on the chest, and the seven pupils that were evenly arranged inside it, began to spin rapidly, like a kaleidoscope.

Through this eye, he will see what kind of past and what kind of future that night-gaunt named Wangchen has.

"(Ancient Cyclops language)" Gorka said, and began to mutter something in the ancient language.

The surrounding magma began to flow rapidly, and sparks jumped out of it from time to time. These jumping sparks floated in the air like this, and began to dance with Gorka's words.