Night Crow Master Chapter 445
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Art took the glass from the bartender and chuckled as he watched the Eight Legged church members quietly pushing the irrelevant aside to avoid hearing the conversation .
At this point, a man in a black windbreaker went to the back of the side of Yat and whispered respectfully:
“Your holiness . ”
“Banksy, are you here? Come on, sit down . ” And without turning back, Yat motioned for him to sit down .
Banksy came to him and sat down, then asked respectfully:
“what can I do for you, the Pope?”
And at just smiles, and then Banksy sees a lavender in his vision —
a spider like illusory fog with a pattern on it .
A large black clock with a bronze appearance .
Then, the spider formed by the lavender haze directly bit the black clock .
“You see that, too? The oracle of the great lord of the eight limbs
System, in the appellation of believers, is “the view of believers” .
Through the system, he gave an oracle to the Eight Legged believers .
But the Oracle, the Oracle, of course, can’t be too detailed .
Gods must maintain a certain sense of mystery and sublimity, otherwise believers will lose their due awe .
“Is this?”
Asked Banksy, puzzled .
“Black bell church . ” Art, like a real Pope, interprets his Oracle like a real Pope . “The black bell church has offended the great Eight Legged Lord . We need to collect the information of the black bell church and sacrifice the great eight limb Lord with their blood . ”
“The great lord of the eight limbs will give us more care according to our contributions . ” Art looks like a stick .
In other words, for those who make more contributions, Yat will upgrade their system –
now, Yat has divided the eight limb church into three levels:
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Catholic, bishop, and Pope .
To put it bluntly, LV1, lv10, lv20 — a system from zero to two levels .
There are seven kinds of systems – pride, jealousy, laziness and so on .
These believers, in essence, are just like players . Yat doesn’t need to make any contact with them by contract . They just need to issue instructions through the system, and let them experiment with the professional system as mice, so as to pave the way for him to forge his own profession .
The material he used to make the system was essentially a magic creature constructed by the power of the magic eye, the magic eye spider .
Through parasitism, parasitism is found in the souls of believers in a systematic way, conveying his instructions, conducting intensive and professional experiments on believers, and collecting data at the same time .
Art will not easily contract crows now –
ordinary crows do not have enough strength, so they are not as good as the magic creatures he created at will, that is, the crows of soul state and even belief state .
The papal Eight Legged Hunter professional system trial is naturally brought by him and improved at any time .
There are now two bishop Eight Legged Hunter systems, one of which is Banksy .
and the others are all Christian systems .
Compared with the church like and uncontrollable belief mode, this controllable faith with church skin makes him feel more at ease .
After hearing art’s words, Banksy looked down for a moment and then replied without a smile:
“the black bell church doesn’t know where to hide, Pope . We need some time to find it . ”
He did not doubt that there was any other thought of the ghost spider who did not know his real name, and there was absolutely no mistake in the belief of the believers in passing the Oracle falsely .
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After thinking about what he knew about the black bell church, he seriously considered how to deal with the black bell church .
“Well . ” Yafu nodded, and then he told the bartender, “this stronghold is suspected by the knight in the fog . You need to move as soon as possible . ”
Was it found here?
Banksy frowned slightly, and then asked respectfully . After making it clear that the stronghold was only suspected but not confirmed, he immediately replied:
“I will immediately organize people to retreat and disperse to the fog city . . . ”
After telling Yat what to do next, he went on:
“Pope, please come with me . . . ”
after art nodded, he took art to the bottom of the bar and entered a room .
He took a look inside the room .
On the right, there are several people standing in line in order before a small counter, waiting in silence for something .
The man in the counter is a member of the Eight Legged church .
And others are not .
These people line up one by one, take out some of their belongings and give them to the people at the counter . Usury .
This stronghold is the original stronghold of the Eight Legged church . It usually exists in the form of gangs . Its main business is to borrow money .
Or usury .
Instead of staying here, Banksy took him through the room .
As they passed through the compartment, the partition door opened, and a customer in a plain windbreaker and a deer hunting cap stepped out of the compartment and left without stopping .
And this man, let art squint a little .
Other people can’t see it, but art can see it clearly –
in this man’s soul, it’s completely dark – a weak soul is imprisoned in the soul .
Just like Rodman, he has been eroded by the “dark self”, or, in other words, his soul has become a devil .
The real self is imprisoned by the devil .
I didn’t expect to meet members of the black bell church here .
But Banksy didn’t find out .
Is this man too well disguised? Or is he not enough to give Banksy enough power in investigation?
It needs to be improved .
Yat’s right hand in his windbreaker pocket moved . The power of purple and black magic eye surged to form an eye . Then a purple black one eyed spider crawled out of ATT’s pocket and went straight into the ground, following the man .
More than a dozen seconds later, when the man followed by the magic eye spider left the pub, Banksy took him to his destination .
In a half partitioned room, an old gentleman in a black top hat sat in the room without any trace of being tied up . He sat in the room with a book in his hand .
“The man broke into the bar and didn’t know what he wanted, and we couldn’t help it . ”
In other words, Banksy can’t deal with this man .
Seeing Banksy and Yat walk in together, he raises his head, and his wrinkled face, flabby with sagging cheek muscles, completely reflects art’s vision .
The old gentleman took a look at Banksy, who was respectful in his gesture, and confirmed Yat’s identity:
“are you the Pope of the Eight Legged church?”
“Oh? Are you? ” Atwey narrowed her eyes .
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