Night Crow Master

Standing in the same place, Yate's body became pitch black, collapsed and disappeared.

Earl Susie frowned, his scarlet eyes looked around, then stagnated in a black psionic mist.

The mist was floating there from the beginning.

A red light flashed in his eyes, and Earl Susie could see that a strong life force agitated in it, which was somewhat similar to the situation he had just now.

And the one who was invisible in the mist was Yate.

It was a strange feeling, as if the body was plunged into a certain muddy liquid.

Yate can clearly feel that the gloomy spirit can gradually condense into substance in his skull, attaching to the skull and begin to expand and enlarge, forming a bird skull shape similar to a triangular pyramid, and certain tissues are constantly entangled. , Twisting, deforming, spreading like a living thing, the smooth and soft brain also began to expand and grow.

Psionic energy constitutes new muscles, bones, internal organs, epidermis, and feathers, and new flesh and blood tissues are formed on Yate's body.

The pain mixed with numbness gradually disappeared, and Yate also changed from a human form to a huge gray-white crow.

With a body height of more than three meters, the usual size of Lord Heshadow Crow is larger.

Except for the indifferent eyes from the slightly blue eyes, there is nothing similar to the original Yate.

Before using Gore's misty crow transformation ability, his clothes had been put into the inventory.

Although his clothes can stretch, they are not as swell as the shorts of a prairie giant in a previous life movie.

The erratic, smoke-like feathers also grew, and the gray feathers glowed with dim black light of psychic energy.

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Subhuman Blood·Crow Transform lv9:

Passive: The effect of mental spells below lv9 is reduced by 67%.

Active: Change into the misty crow. After the crow is transformed, it will be immune to psychic spells below lv9, and the effect of psychic spells above lv9 will be reduced, all attributes will be increased by 30%, and the effectiveness of psychic spells will be increased by 30%.

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Misty Crow.

A monster that can release the fog of the mind. The fog of the mind will cause the lost person who is trapped in it to have hallucinations and gradually erode their spirit and soul.

Taking fake and real illusions is exactly what the Mist Crow is good at.

But it's a pity... Gore hasn't reached the Apocalypse yet, and he can't get the Apocalypse ability of the Mist Raven through the Crow Mage.

The misty crow in the incarnation of Yate flapped its wings, and the gray mist quickly spread, covering all the crows on the ground, treetops, and castles.

The gray mist and the dark gray shadows intertwined, so that Earl Susie's vision was completely blocked.

The huge area over a kilometer in diameter is full of shadows and fog.

"Transformation spell? Or implanted with the blood of a monster..."

as same as him.

The scarlet eyes swept across the black and white shadows and mists, but the enhanced vision could not penetrate this mist.

A personal shadow appeared in the mist.

They were all his partners while traveling.

And, they should all be dead.

A trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes, and then they became indifferent:

"Illusion? What an ugly and weak trick."

The huge black and red bat wings flapped, and the black wind around him was swirling, and the red blood mist was scattered. However, the gray and white mist around him did not disperse. On the contrary, because of the action he tried to disperse, the mist Becomes thicker.

His gaze swept across the black and gray shadows around him, and the gray and white mist seemed to be locked together by the shadows, unable to be dispelled.

Among his spells, there is no suitable spell that can cope with this situation.

Folding his wings, he squinted and fell to the ground.

The blood mist and black wind wrapped around his body, protecting him.

"Young man, don't think that this kind of spell can deal with me."

He moved forward steadily, toward the familiar figures.

Almost the moment he stepped out, the few figures jumped up, their bodies twisted, with resentment and anger on their faces, and an inaudible **** ho sound from their throats, and they rushed towards Earl Susie.

The black and red blood wind rolled around, like some kind of monster, and brutally snapped these figures to pieces.

The broken human form shattered into a gray mist.

"So, isn't it a psychic illusion, but a physical illusion?"

Earl Susie squinted his eyes and looked at the disappearing figure.

"Yes."

Yate's voice came from the gray fog, and the voice came from all around, making people unable to recognize the direction he was.

At this time, Yate was standing quietly on the top of the castle in the image of a misty crow.

"Illusory spells..."

Illusion spells, or illusion spells.

Using light, shadow, sound, and smell as the medium, the goal is the five sense hallucinations that the senses exert hallucinations, such as phantom sound spells such as the corpse poet.

A mental illusion that directly affects the soul and spirit of the other party without a medium, and has different effects according to different goals.

The image directly created by the caster is not a false illusion that does not directly affect the mind. All targets perceive the same illusion, which can create an illusion, but the illusion itself has no substance—the time illusion of the illusion pocket watch and the fear of light That's it.

Compared with false illusions, physical illusions are, to put it bluntly, something similar to the shaping spells of the creation system, which can directly cause damage to the target.

Confusion control spells that can control the mental behavior of other creatures, such as spells that charm humans.

"It's hard to clean up."

Beside him, two purple crows, less than a quarter of his height, were standing at his feet, looking like children.

The purple crow standing on his left turned his head, and looked at the misty crow beside him with one-eyed purple light, and the immature, little girl's voice sounded:

"Master, can you kill this guy at will? Why waste time?"

"It's really easy if you just kill it, but if you kill it so quickly, the experiment will not be completed."

The voice of the Mist Crow was exactly the same as Yate's original voice, with a hint of indifference.

"You are really stupid. Although you have obtained some of his experimental notes, the master wants his memory."

Another one-eyed crow made a sound like a little boy: "Tsk tusk, Lelecco, the memory of a wizard is not so easy to deal with. If you are not careful, you will lose a part of your memory..."

"Lavender, can you understand what Promy said?"

A crisp voice with no ups and downs sounded, and the slightly smaller female one-eyed crow asked with some doubts.

"I don't understand! I don't understand what Big Brother Promy said."

The male one-eyed crow blinked the big eyes that occupied half of his head and said.

"What Brother Promi said is easier to understand than the owner..."

Yate just glanced at them lightly.

Then he turned his gaze to the misty place.

The shadow crows are staying in a peculiar trajectory, and in front of them, a shadow forms the appearance of an inscription.

Every shadow crow is an inscription.

And they add up to a huge magic circle.

The area with a radius of one kilometer has been completely enveloped by the spell array formed by the shadow crows.

This area has become a closed space.

At this time, Earl Susie suddenly discovered that the gray mist formed two phantoms in front of him and behind him.

Definitely fake.

A huge phantom of a crow is exactly the same as the white crow that the other party has now transformed into.

The other is the image of the opponent's body, a gentleman wearing a tuxedo and a black top hat.

After discovering the phantom, Earl Susie's eyes flashed red:

The black and red blood wind swept over the two phantoms.

But when the blood wind hit the two phantoms, Earl Susie's complexion changed drastically, as if he had been hit by something, his body was blasted out suddenly, and then he banged against the shadow formed. Above the wall.

His black and red bat wings flapped violently, and the rolling wind stopped his body.

Blood spilled from his front and back.

Large black and red traces appeared on the chest and back.

"hateful....."

He looked at his chest, and the scar was undoubtedly caused by his own strength.

And at this moment, he suddenly stretched his wings in front of him to protect his body, and a spherical shield appeared around him.

boom! ! !

The crisp sound of shattering of the shield sounded, and an invisible attack hit Earl Susie's pair of giant bat wings, blasting his body out again.

The gray-white mist swirled the shadows and formed a shadow wall.

At the same time as the shadow wall was formed, countless black spikes also appeared on it. If they hit it directly, the consequences would be disastrous.

Earl Susie hurriedly flapped his wings.

A strong black burst out of his body.

Apocalypse!

The black wind, centered on his body, spread out like a storm, and the **** mist overflowed from his body and mixed in the black wind of psychic energy.

but--

When his apocalyptic realm spread, he felt a strong sense of crisis, as if he had done something wrong.

"It's a pity, Lord Susie, if you insist on not using the Apocalypse Realm, it will be very difficult to end it, but now..."

There is no doubt that the realm of the apocalypse is very strong.

But where did the realm of apocalypse originate?

The weak manifestation of the unfinished road, and the expansion of the Apocalypse Realm actually spreads one's own abilities, which is useful when dealing with a large number of enemies, but it is a way to deal with enemies of the same level.....

Count Susie was surprised.

It was impossible for him before this to make such a mistake.

Without hesitation, he realized that he was wrong, and he was ready to recover the realm of apocalypse.

However, I don't know when, black shadow tentacles have emerged.

Countless bird-shaped shadows floated within the scope of his apocalypse domain, forming a spell sequence.

Suddenly, he felt his body heavy.

The spreading field of apocalypse is locked!