Chapter 292 (1/1)
What the hell is that? The crow's brows are locked. You know, even those priests who worship evil gods, they will not carve such strange statues. Although the existence from outside the world can not be described with specific images for the creatures in this world, it can be regarded as creatures with limited cognitive ability. The ”God” in the eyes of priests will appear in some understandable form rather than become the strange image just seen by the curse crow.
Slightly calmed down, the magician stood up from the ground, his body became a little stiff because of the tension. However, this does not stop the Raven's thirst for the unknown. He is now eager to find out why there is such a strange statue here. He wants to know who, at what time and for what purpose, cast the statue and the church.
But just as the wizard tried to ignite the magic flame in his hand again, the harsh mechanical friction sound interrupted his action. The curse crow looked back into the darkness of his coming direction. Although he could not see the situation there, he knew that the basket which had just carried him to this room was put down again. So, who will enter here this time?
The first person that the wizard thought of was Carus, who had always suspected that the demons had not really left him, but were following him quietly. With the skill of Carus, it is not difficult to trace the curse crow in the complex tunnel without being discovered. But soon the magician realized that it didn't really matter who the person was. Even if it was Karus, the curse crow couldn't confirm whether he was hostile or not. Don't forget that the demon just threw himself into the meat eating cotton to survive.
Thinking of this, the magician quickly wrapped his robe around his whole body, and silently pulled up a wide hood to cover his face. When he completed these actions, the gray robe slowly integrated into the surrounding dark background. The robes from the grey tower can cover the wearer's temperature and the sounds of physiological phenomena such as heartbeat and breathing in this state.
The sound of ”step, step” echoed in the open church. Judging from the sound, the visitor did not wear boots or other things, and did not seem to have any intention of hiding his whereabouts. The Raven looked through the crack in his hood into the dark. He didn't see the flame in the eyes of the demon. But the magician had seen Carus extinguish his red light before, so he was not sure.
The sound of footsteps approaching from the distance of the church sounded familiar to the man, who had no hesitation. The voice stopped within thirty steps of the crow, and the magician speculated that he might be checking the prayer table. At this time, the wizard was very glad that he did not leave any traces on the prayer table. Without waiting for him to breathe a sigh of relief, the footstep sounds again, and the distance from the curse crow is getting closer and closer.
The heart beat faster. If it was not for the magic power of the robe to block the sound, the magician would have doubted that his presence would have been revealed by his intense heartbeat. Fortunately, the robe from the Lord of the grey tower has excellent performance. Even creatures who look at things with heat in the dark can no longer spy on the mage in the robe in the dark. The sound of the footstep passed less than three steps away from the mantra crow, without any stop.
Is it a statue after checking the prayer table? The magician thought. He is now very suspicious that this is the daily inspection of their church by believers who believe in the existence represented by the statue. But this kind of inspection is unreasonable! Thinking of the dust that had accumulated on the floor and on the prayer table, the crow knew that it didn't happen overnight. The church is obviously not used very often, and in that case, the person who came to inspect the church was cleared.
There are two reasons. Either, he received the alarm that the church was opened, but judging from his action of not searching around, this is unlikely. The other is that the church needs to be used for some kind of business, so everything in the church must be kept in good condition. Combined with Lin's death prediction, the curse crow suddenly understood why the Banshee could see the death of the whole city. If the statues were really summoned here, how long could a city of molten iron resist?
He has to be stopped. No, take this guy alive and ask him whose church this is. The magician's eyes narrowed. He didn't want the magic in his eyes to reveal his plan too early. The man in front of the statue began to move again. Listening to his steps, it seemed that there was still a space behind the statue. However, the curse crow can't control so much. He doesn't want to wait for that person to turn back from his original road here. The longer the time goes on, the greater the variables will be.
The wizard bowed up carefully, showed his eyes of dark vision, and searched for the trace of his opponent in the direction of footsteps. He quickly distinguished the third thing between the statue and the ground. The man looked as high as the curse crow from his back, but judging from the backbone of the other party, he should be much higher than the wizard when he stood upright. However, for the caster who is in charge of magic, body size is nothing.
The dust on the church floor is quietly rolled up and gathered around the magician into a dirty ball the size of a head. The curse crow doesn't want the battle to change, so he needs to make the best of everything he can. In order to avoid making noises, the wizard is moving almost with his limbs rather than with his legs. Of course, this reduces his speed a lot, but it is worth doing for the sake of concealment.When the distance between the crow and the other is less than ten steps, the wizard's magic starts. The dust behind the magician suddenly dispersed and, like self-consciousness, flew around the master in front of him and flew to the head of the latter. The man whose head was covered with dust writhed. He wanted to cough, but the dust that came into his mouth blocked his throat. The man's hands were waving wildly on his face, trying to disperse the dust falling on his head, but he did not know that under the control of magic, this behavior was just in vain.
The wizard's mouth showed a cruel smile, no matter when, it is always happy to see his enemy suffering. At this time, there was no need to hide. The curse crow strode forward and kicked the back of the man's right knee! The heavy foot made the man kneel uncontrollably, and the magician tried to grasp the opponent's neck to control the opponent, but as the slender, scaly neck slipped out of his hand, the crow realized that something was wrong.
That guy has a snake head!