Night Crow Master Chapter 489
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Blood and vitality are completely crushed and absorbed, and even the soul is crushed and absorbed by the black and red power gushing from the dry branches .
Blood, flesh, bone and soul .
All that the hot sand priest and the hot sand Temple soldiers had been devoured and absorbed and turned into a part of the Scarecrow’s body at the demon blood feast .
The absorbed part is transformed into the power to repair the damage .
The damage caused by the scarecrow to the scarecrow at the magic blood feast was repaired in a flash .
Sacrifice one’s body and soul, and temporarily transform oneself into a hot sand God of the hot sand Sphinx . At this time, the body is gradually collapsing . . . .
you can only use the power once more, and the power exchanged with life will be exhausted .
The original plan to launch an attack to obstruct the other party and let the hot sand priest and the soldiers of the hot sand Temple Escape, was also burned .
With all his strength left, the hot sand God poured all his strength on the monster in front of him .
The terrifying flames burst out, and within a radius of nearly 100 meters, the steaming flames turned this area into a burning purgatory .
However, this burning purgatory, after burning for a moment, was engulfed by the surrounding black fog in an instant .
As the main target of the fire attack, the black and red monster did not appear any place damaged by the fire .
Only the place burned by the flame can be called scorched black traces, but that point of scorched black was replaced by new blood and flesh in an instant .
A steady stream of black fog gushed out from the other party’s body, bringing all the residual flame into his abdomen, and then it rushed to the hot sand God’s body, which was on the verge of fragmentation –
after completely engulfing the burning flame, the black fog enveloped the hot sand Sphinx, which was full of burning brilliance .
Only left that is full of doubts and unwilling voice in the air .
“This is what kind of evil god . . . ”
the body of the hot sand Sphinx was directly smashed by the power of the scarecrow who met the devil’s blood feast, and turned into the force of meeting the devil .
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When it finished all this, after being absorbed, the overflowing power gushed out of its body, and faintly condensed into the outline of several crows in the air . However, the process did not stop, but in the process of change, the overflow of magic power continued to fill the bodies of these crows, and two magic night crows condensed outside its body .
The body of the black crow is twisted in the air to form a figure .
“Well . Is it the God of hot sand, the God of the Sphinx? ” Yat, who comes to meet the devil crow, looks at the scarecrow at the demon blood banquet and twists his wrist .
Since the second occupation was directly transformed into “meet the devil”, his understanding of the particularity of the power of meeting the devil has become deeper and deeper .
Distort the goal with the mind and the goal with desire .
As long as he wants to, as long as he has enough strength, he can get rid of the “process” and achieve the goal directly .
To be honest, this power is really buggy .
However, the power of meeting the devil has its own particularity and its consumption is uncertain .
For example, if you want to burn a pile of dry leaves, you only need a little spark and a drop of oil . If you do this through the power of meeting the devil, the consumption will fluctuate between a drop of oil and a bucket of oil according to the strictness of the world rules .
But the most important thing for Yat is quantity .
. . .
all over the world, there is a crow and spider who is alone in the dark, and the strength in his body is surging .
[dark source lv36:
passive: in the dark environment, the recovery speed of spirit and life is increased by X%, and the active effect consumption of dark source is reduced by (x5)% .
Active: supply x% health or spirit value to another target, and the conversion amount is (x2)% . After the supply, if you are in a dark environment, the recovery speed will be increased by X% .
At the same time, their recovered power is constantly supplied to art, which is transformed into the power to meet the devil .
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Feeling the constant flow of power, Yat canceled the attachment .
The body of two night crows, which are made up of two night crows, broke up in an instant and returned to the Scarecrow’s body .
. . .
on the other side, in the middle of the city, which is shrouded in black fog .
In the boundless crystal black fog, a man is floating in the fog .
At this point, a cloud of fog condenses and forms a human figure .
The figure came to the man floating in the fog:
“how about it? God in the mist, how does it feel to be resurrected? ”
Hearing the inquiry, the man opened his eyes and looked at the dark figure in front of him:
“what do you want me to do?”
“It’s a God in the fog . It’s not stupid . ” Art smiles . “What do you think I want you to do?””You reshape me with the power of the devil, restore me to what I am now, and take something from this city . ” The God in the fog looked at him . “In order to cover up this fact, you also killed all the creatures in the whole city . ”
“Wonderful reasoning . ” Art clapped .
The other side said these words, are very consistent with the status quo .
He stripped all the people in this city of bad luck and luck, stripped of desire, soul, faith, as the experience of raising the level of crow Lord and Demon Lord .
However, it is a pity that he did not want to cover up this incident, so that this ancient city with a long history and a long-standing capital, lorlans, was turned into a dead land .
He did this for three purposes .
The first is what the God in the fog said, in order to devour bad luck, luck, soul, desire and faith .
Second, after eating the meat and the leftover waste, they brought it back to revive the God in the fog, and because of the mass death here, it became the focus of all the churches . Then, it triggered a great war, a feast of slaughter .
Thirdly, the power left by the death of a large number of religious believers will be transformed into the power of meeting the devil and nailed into various places in the world inside the shell .
For the coming of the night crow world in the future, and laying an anchor for the action of swallowing the world in the shell .
Not only here, but elsewhere, art will plant as many anchors in the world as possible .
At the moment when the night crow world came here .
With all the anchor points as the source, he wants to let the power of meeting demons erode the whole world and make this empty shell worm lose the ability to resist .
Finally, with the authority of the creator, the force of fate, luck and doom accumulated in the rule corridor of night crow, which reaches level 7, is used as a spear to kill the empty shell beetle .
Without the authority of the creator, he can only control the seventh level of doom in the world of night crows .
If there is no night crow world, the only power he can use is the four levels of bad luck and three levels of magic power .
If only we can use the power of the system core –
the doom that constitutes the core of the system is undoubtedly a seven level misfortune . And, although the amount of doom is not comparable to that stored in the corridor of the night crow world rules, in essence, the doom that constitutes the system core is definitely higher than that in the rule corridor .
I just don’t know if the core power of the system has reached level 8 .
But thinking about these things doesn’t help him right now .
What he needs to do is to plan safely, plot the world, and then plunder the bad luck of the whole world .
As for the gods in this world?
Kill as many as you can, so as to remove obstacles when swallowing empty shell insects .
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