Night Crow Master

The dark shadows constantly surging, forming thousands of hair strands thick and thin, and shooting at the wrist and ankle of the giant Hanronk.

"Lonke!!!"

A shadow flashed, and the masked woman instantly appeared beside the giant man. The enchanted dagger in her hand fell from the sky, and two narrow crescent-shaped dark green light arcs spun on the sharp metal blade.

The long and narrow light blade cut off the shadow thread at the forefront by a small half, and the remaining half of the shadow thread didn't mean to change the trajectory, so it penetrated the hands and feet of the giant Hanronk who was bound into a mummy by the shadow.

The sharp pain caused by the penetration caused Longk's struggling hands and feet to temporarily lose their strength, and they were pulled together by the bandage-like shadow.

Boom

The huge body crashed to the ground.

Longke, who was bound by the shadows, let out a muffled snort. Although he couldn't hear the content, his tone was undoubtedly cursing.

On the other side, the shadow crow Zuofen, wearing a gentleman's tuxedo, didn't know when he changed a set of desks and chairs. He sat down on the chair and started the theater mode.

"Come on~ I didn't expect these people to be...Tsk, no wonder the master said that they can't be killed, it's useless to kill, and it's not delicious."

It picked up the coffee cup that was also made of shadows from the table, brought it to its mouth, and took a sip pretending to be.

Another Shadow Crow Lord also came to the table and sat on a chair.

After a trial, they were able to determine that to deal with the two humans, only one person is needed...No, one crow is enough.

"How is the master?"

"I don't know, there won't be any problems anyway."

...

At this time, Earl Susie had walked out of the gate of the castle, watching his subordinates being killed one by one by the shadow servants. To his own surprise, he did not have any emotions similar to dissatisfaction or sadness.

When he appeared, there was hope in the eyes of his subordinates.

However, Earl Susie did not act accordingly.

This kind of action made the hope in the eyes of his subordinates gradually disappear, turned into doubt, and then turned into disbelief.

Earl Susie watched his subordinates dead and wounded so coldly, but he did not intend to rescue him at all.

When a professional was seriously injured and dying, he climbed to the feet of Earl Susie with difficulty, but the rest of the professional did not have that chance, and they were mercilessly killed by shadow servants.

Seeing this scene, the professional's eyes were red, and his throat roared hoarsely:

"Master Earl! Why! Why..."

When he finished shouting the last sentence, the body that had been severely injured completely lost its vitality, and the pair of unwilling, angry and disappointed eyes stared in the direction of Earl Susie.

Earl Susie looked at him indifferently, as if unmoved.

A shadow crow flew to his side, a gray light flashed in his eyes, and the shadow on the ground distorted and extended, forming a dark night phantom.

Squeezing the top hat lightly, Phantom Yate squinted and smiled: "Earl Susie, should we talk right now?"

The black mist of psychic energy still exists in the sky. As time goes by, it becomes darker and darker clouds gradually accumulate.

The light that could penetrate through the dark clouds became less and less, and after being blocked by the black mist, there was not much left.

And when the sky became darker and darker, huge snowflakes fell from the sky.

Earl Susie walked forward, his expression calm, without any waves.

After enchanting luxurious boots, stepping on the dark ground, stepping in the blood of professionals.

Hundreds of corpses of professionals, hundreds of corpses of soldiers.

The Shadow Servant only glanced at him when he passed by, and then slowly walked towards the remnants of the battle line of stubborn resistance formed by less than ten professionals and soldiers.

Most of the shadow servants, which numbered more than four thousand, did not launch an attack. They faithfully followed Yate's orders and did not launch an attack if they were not attacked.

Earl Susie stopped in front of a professional who closed his eyes, looked at his mutilated body, and sighed:

"Sir Silver Crow, why?"

"Why? What are you asking? Why do you want to destroy the bodies of these undead, or why don't you just do it on you?"

Yate took off his top hat and started playing.

Hearing the word "dead", Earl Susie's eyes fluctuated.

Then he was silent for a moment:

"I am not the same as Cass. I lack powerful offensive spells. Because of the differences in meditation and attributes, the structure of my spell sequence is unstable and it is prone to problems."

"Especially after I was promoted to Apocalypse with the help of external forces, I didn't have any progress. No matter how many times I tried, the spell sequence I constructed would begin to loosen up after a few uses, and eventually even collapse completely."

"But I can't help it."

He raised his head and looked to the sky:

"My spiritual attributes are wind attributes, but my meditative thoughts are dark attributes."

"Any wizard understands the consequences of different mental attributes and meditation attributes."

Earl Susie was silent and stepped on the blood. The blood was not fresh red, but dark red, and even many of them were black.

It is not because the shade as the base color is black.

But the color of blood is black, foul black.

But whether it was a professional or a soldier, it seemed as if he hadn't seen it and didn't notice it.

Yate just smiled:

"Necromantic spells can't solve the North Duke's problem."

"If you don't try, you won't have a chance, don't you?" Count Susie looked indifferent.

The smile at the corner of Yate's mouth slowly disappeared, and he put the top hat back on his head:

"Psionic energy of dark attributes is obtained through meditation, but after all, psychic energy is psychic energy, not negative energy."

"Yes." Earl Susie nodded.

"Spirit is a derivative of the soul. Negative energy originates from the soul and is also a derivative of the soul. Some people even regard it as a derivative of the spirit, but the two are not the same."

"Spiritual attributes are the attributes that are brought along in the process of deriving the spirit from the soul."

"Negative energy is the first change of the soul, and then it is derived from the soul."

"The spirit is easy to change and can be accompanied by various changes. It is precisely because of this that various spellcasters will choose spirit as the basic energy for casting. The psychic energy acquired by the meditation is a specialized spirit."

"completely different."

He looked at his palm and narrowed his eyes:

"Although there are still differences, dark attribute is the energy closest to negative energy. Dark element and negative energy are two completely different things, only the attributes are similar."

"After dying, the spiritual bridge is disconnected from the physical body, and the harmony of vitality is lost. The energy derived from the soul is left in a negative state."

"This is negative energy."

His eyes looked at the long-dead, professionals and soldiers, as if he was looking at an experiment.

"Only from the real undead can we get the secret of negative energy."

At the beginning, he accidentally learned that His Royal Highness Scala had gradually lost the identity of the blue-blooded person. He had been saved many times by Master Scala and had favored him many times, and wanted to repay him.

His Royal Highness Scala does not lack the wizard of the life system, and His Royal Highness Scala is a great wizard of the life system.

Therefore, he did not choose the meditation of wood attribute which is similar to wind attribute, but chose dark attribute which is far away.

He wanted to start from the direction of necromancy so as to find a way to help His Royal Highness Scala.

And as he discarded the wind-based meditation that he had been practicing all along, relying on a large amount of dark-attribute materials, let his psionic energy become dark-attributed.

The main attribute has also been changed from wind attribute to dark attribute.

After that, he was keen on human experimentation and began to secretly contact and protect some necromancers. When the materials were not enough, he brought those criminals who could not reach the death penalty into the dungeon and turned them into materials on the test bench.

Even in order to obtain some specific "materials", and to rob innocent people.

He was barely promoted to Apocalypse through a special method, but he has no way to get promoted anymore.

Unconsciously, he also lost the identity of the blue blood.

The speed of the meditation thoughts can no longer be improved.

As he progressed all the way, his attainments in life spells became higher and higher, and the bloodline of the monsters stripped out reached nearly 80% purity.

Relying on his own research and without any information, he successfully transformed humans into half-giants, and the segregation between half-giants and humans has also been well resolved.

He has already begun the study of soul transfer-soul transfer between blue blood.

Transplant the soul of a blue-blooded person to another blue-blooded person without corruption.

After the spiritual bridge is broken, the soul will gradually transform into negative energy, even if it is transferred to another body, the blue blood cannot be used.

Next, what needs to be done is the recognition ability of blue blood.

Blue blood can recognize the similarities and differences between the soul, and if the soul and body are different, the blue blood will fail.

This is a difficult problem-the blue blood on the dead blue blood can still take effect.

Unfortunately, there is no time.

He looked at Yate with a fierce light in his eyes.

"Sorry, Sir Silver Crow, since you have discovered my secret, then I can't keep you anymore, for the sake of your Royal Highness Scala..."

"Tsk, really loyal."

Yate couldn't help but shook his head. This Earl Susie's almost obsessive loyalty is undoubtedly worthy of respect.

But there is also no doubt that this is the enemy.

It is a pity that he has already made a contract with the North Duke and cannot tell anyone about the possible solution to the hidden problems of the North Duke's body.

A problem that can be solved simply by speaking out...

But not necessarily, not to mention whether Earl Susie would believe it, even if he believed it, there would be no cure.

If you are not mistaken, this Earl Susie...

Already half a dead soul.