Chapter 292 - Chapter 292: 121. River of the Mind_3 (1/2)

Chapter 292: 121. River of the Mind_3

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She gestured at her teammates to clean up the aberrations on layer 14 of the underground.

Scanning the corpses and the torn strips of black cloak on the ground, a complete look of astonishment arose on Philia’s fluffy cat face:

“Huh? Young Raven is dead?! How did you do that, Ray?”

Upon hearing Philia’s exclamation, the rest of the team diverted their gazes towards Noland.

Little Miss Betty appeared far more surprised than the others. Having crossed paths with Noland before, she knew well that his level of strength was not enough to kill Young Raven.

But then, how did Noland manage to do it…

With her head slightly tilting to one side, the orange catfolk Betty wore a look of curious concern.

“Ah-” Noland sighed with a sense of despair, his tone tinged with melancholy.

Although they could not see his face hidden behind the face towel, they all could feel the depression in his heart.

“Philia, I used the mentor’s ‘Evil Burst Art Magic Scroll’ and ‘Death Avatar Magic Scroll’ to kill Young Raven. I am at a great loss in this task …”

Philia’s petite body shivered and her eyes glazed over. She stuttered in response:

“Death Death Death Avatar Magic Scroll… Isn’t this a bit extravagant, Ray? Young Raven was just a third-order alchemist. You don’t need to use such a precious magic scroll. It’s much, much more valuable than the ‘Elemental Vision Magic Scroll’.”

Noland glanced at Philia, then lowered his head in a sigh.

“Philia, it was urgent. I was forced to use the magic scroll. Just look around us now, so many aberrations. They were all drawn here by Young Raven, I can confirm this. Since killing Young Raven, these aberrations have stopped rushing into the nest, as if they have lost their commander.”

Philia, with her brow furrowed in thought, glanced at the mountainous pile of aberration corpses. As her gaze shifted, it landed upon the aberrations lurking near the entrance to the staircase:

“It seems to be the case… You’re right…these aberrations have indeed stopped piling into the nest…”

Noland raised his hand, pointing at the Raven Beak Mask scattered nearby on the floor:

“What if I told you that Young Raven was under the protection of a raven spirit, would you believe it? After I used the ‘Evil Burst Art Magic Scroll’ provided by my mentor, all other Blackbone Hermits were blown to bits, only he remained alive. He transformed into a massive black crow and flew out from a hole. If I hadn’t quickly activated the ‘Death Avatar Magic Scroll’, I would be a puddle of ground meat with black feathers stuck in it now. See, Young Raven is dead, but that mask remains undisrupted. It might have been its protection.”

“A raven’s protection?” Philia pointed her finger, casting a gust of wind to sweep away the filth on the Raven Beak Mask, lifted it from the ground and examined it in her hand.