Lord of the Silver Crow

With a suspicious vigilance, the hunter used his abilities.

He was complacent and reached the mid-sequence, which was stronger than the Extraordinary of many churches. In this weird cataclysm, he was hit by powerful monsters that could easily take his life away. , But the hunter has not reached the point of self-defeating himself.

With his right hand clenched tightly, the simulacator's abilities were used, and the hunter's figure gradually became dim. It seemed that even his breathing and heartbeat gradually disappeared, gradually approaching the surrounding fog.

At the same time, the same ability seized from an extraordinary person in the mist path made his sense of existence continue to decrease.

Under the cover of ability, the hunter slowly approached the place that looked like an altar.

That is a rather strange altar.

The corpses of monsters were piled on the clearing ground, forming piles of blocks. Although the outline of the whole is not visible from this angle, the scene alone is weird enough.

Not to mention that these corpses are piled up in a pattern that seems to be a certain pattern.

Looking at this scene, the hunter seemed to understand why the monster that seemed to have the same rank as him chose to escape.

The way that those blue-blooded people call "nobles" has strong intuition.

Although I have gained some fog path abilities through the abilities of "monsters" and "simulacators", just like before, facing the Extraordinary and Extraordinary creatures of the noble route of the same level, it is impossible to completely fail. Be spotted.

When such thoughts emerged, he became more and more certain that something was wrong with this place.

Although there was nothing else around except these corpses, it was obvious that this altar could not have appeared out of thin air.

The more he thought about it, the less he dared to stay here, and immediately prepared to turn around and leave.

However, just as he kept retreating, a figure appeared in a place not far from him.

In terms of size, he should be a man.

His face is also wearing a strange mask.

It is a black and white mask, divided by the midline of the face. The lines on the left are sharp and hard, and look full of aggression. The lines on the right are soft and round, completely different from the left, but inexplicable. Ground, these two very different patterns are combined, but the whole seems quite coordinated.

Looking at the left side, looking only at the right side, and looking at the whole are three different feelings.

Although masks and the like to conceal identity are quite common, and there are many masks of this kind, it is the first time that he has this feeling just by observing the mask.

This "first time" put a bit of pressure on his originally tense nerves.

Cautiously, the hunter stepped back slowly, moving away from the side opposite to the direction that the masked man came, trying to leave here while the other party was not paying attention.

However, at this moment, a low voice sounded like a melodious music, as if a group of people sang in unison.

The hunter could not understand the language spoken by the other party. Although the pronunciation was not complicated, it looked like an Alfic, but he did not recognize it.

However, this is not a good thing.

As a lone traveler who did not join any church, but only interacted in the material world and the phantom world, and was an occasional part-time middleman, he had learned a lot of divine literature, especially the divine literature of the Rose Church.

As a divine text that can be used in various ways, he will occasionally use it as a divine text that is not restricted by a certain way.

However, the other party's pronunciation is obviously very different from the life gods he is familiar with.

When retreating, he tried to hear the content of the divine text, tried to remember and recognize, but to no avail.

However, at this moment, when he was about to retreat to the place where he noticed the altar before, he suddenly understood the strange sound like the music of a church choir:

"Twins living in dreams."

"Twin snakes without heads and tails."

"The long-distance light that travels in deep space..."

That's right, it's Yalf.

The hunter made such a judgment subconsciously.

However, when he came back to his senses and understood the semantics described in the Arf language, he couldn't help being surprised.

Cult?

He had never heard such prayers.

And at this moment, the hunter's eyes suddenly went dark, and immediately he found a figure appeared in front of him.

It was the strange masked man just now.

The other party didn't have any words, and the taller body just stood in front of the hunter, looking down at him.

The highly tense nerves, in this situation, made his eyes suddenly shine with pure, clear, star-like light.

It's like the brilliance shining in the sky in the endless dark night.

The light became brighter and brighter, breaking through the obscure barrier that the hunter used to hide his trail with the ability of the fog path, and flew towards the masked man in front.

However, almost identical, the strange white light shot out from the eyes on the opponent's mask in an entangled orbit.

What surprised the hunter was that in an instant, he suddenly felt that the entangled white light was consistent with the power he possessed.

Like...

Just like one's own power, the power of the path of stars is obtained as much as the ability to seize the flesh and blood of the path of sealing the mist.

It's something foreign.

But he has no time to think.

Several interlaced streams of light collided in the narrow space in front of him and the other party, causing a brighter and more dazzling glow to rise.

In this collision, his power was directly crushed.

The brilliance that converged in the air left only those two spirally entangled streamers in an instant.

And the two streamers circling in the air turned straight down at this moment and fell towards his eyes.

In an instant, the hunter's consciousness disappeared and plunged into darkness.

.....

The masked man stood on the spot, holding the hunter's head in his hands, and glanced at the broken body:

"When did the'Stars' approach become like this?"

"The wizard's handwriting?"

"No, the wizard shouldn't exist anymore."

"Um... the descendants of wizards? Or those white robes?"

As if doing a trivial thing, the masked man threw the head into one of the corpses.

However, when the head fell and smashed firmly on the corpse pile, he suddenly stopped and took off the mask on his face.

Inside the mask, there is a circle of strange symbols, but the groove inside the middle is empty.

The man stared at the concave groove, then glanced at the symbolic text around the groove:

[Three Tunes: Singer]

"Should..."

Muttering to himself, he once again looked at the head of the hunter whose expression was frozen in consternation, with a smile on his face:

"Dear lady of the gods, you can't run away."

"What the wizard does, you need to take some responsibilities."