blenderwars Chapter 388 The Devil Appears
Chapter 388 The Devil Appears
Chapter 388 The Devil Appears
Pressing his palm against the wall, one of the crows that made up his clone body turned into a shadow, walked up the wall, and silently took away the bad luck from each homeless man.
The dark and ominous power of doom was lost, and the remaining power of luck instantly took advantage.
And when the night crow was telling the bad luck of predation, Yate, the night crow clone, turned his head and left.
Compared with ordinary people, these people have more bad luck, but compared with those with strength, they are still much less. However, because they do not have strength, the marks of creation on their bodies generally do not monitor bad luck. Function, it is easy to cover up, that's all the reason.
Yate looked around, and every time he took a step, a night crow turned into a shadow and left from under his feet, rushing towards the gathering place in all directions.
He wants to plunder the power of doom throughout the enclave.
Moreover, originally he planned to spread the original sin of desire and cause confusion, but...
Now it seems that there is no need for him to cause chaos--
Art's peripheral vision swept across the alley, and swept across a homeless man lying on the ground, trembling slightly.
In this homeless man, a strong magical power with the will of the devil is slowly recovering.
Who would have thought that there would be an Ambershad-level magician with a level of around lv17 here?Such a hell creature requires a B-level hunter to deal with it.
Art wasn't about to get involved.
He originally came to fish in troubled waters to search for bad luck, and to solve the riots caused by the demons by the way, which didn't fit his plan - ruined his own plan by himself?What international joke?
As long as you don't provoke him, no matter what happens here, it has nothing to do with him.
And at this moment, two original sin hunters came across the street.
The strength of the two is not strong. In Yate's view, they are lv3, lv4, or about the level of an E-level hunter, which is equivalent to an ordinary angel or a Telvi-level magic soldier.
As they got closer, Art was able to see that a wave of bad luck flowed from the others who were moving away from the alley, and flew to the two men, wrapping themselves around their bodies.
Moreover, the closer to the alley, the more bad luck will gather on the two of them
Why is this happening?
Art stepped aside silently to observe the mechanics of these dooms.
Even though he is doom himself and can manipulate doom, he hasn't been able to understand the mechanism of doom, is it unreasonable?
Can human beings use their arms only if they know what their hands are made of, and what kind of biological currents pass through each place to perform complex functions?
The same is true for Yate, for example, when he manipulated the doom on those two people, for him, those doom powers are like extensions of his limbs, he can control them as long as he wants, and Yate It is not clear by what mechanism of action they are controlled.
It is also impossible to fully understand why these forces of bad luck gather on these two original sin hunters under the current situation.
The only thing that can be known now is only two points——
1. There is an Ambershad-level magician in the alley.
2. These two people are approaching the alley.
3. The bad luck that befell them came from others who were walking away from the alley.
It wasn't just these two people, the flow of bad luck also happened to other people, and the other people who were approaching the alley all gathered more or less bad luck.
The power of luck, on the contrary, drains from the people who are approaching the alley, and flocks to those who are away from the alley.
It's just that compared to other people, the stronger the person, the more bad luck they can gather.
"The stronger the strength, the more bad luck and luck you can bear?"
While thinking, Yate observed the flow of luck and bad luck from a unique perspective.
The flow of luck and bad luck happens naturally.
But in each person, a different kind of bad luck and luck is interfering with the operation of these normal bad luck and luck.
The difference is that this trace of bad luck and luck is related to the marks of creation on their bodies.
Yate is naturally very familiar with these.
Because, they come from the trajectory of fate, from the slate of fate.
The Creation Mark is like a container, or a switch. Under the setting of the Destiny Slate, each creation is set with the amount of luck and bad luck that can be accommodated, and the creation mark will also have a trace of bad luck from the Fate Slate. And the power of luck.
These are also the ones that Yate specially passed over and left behind when absorbing bad luck.
Taking a step back, the moment he stepped into the shadow of the building, he disappeared from the street.
The whole person seems to blend into the shadows.
No one noticed the sudden disappearance of Art, and no one noticed the strange shadows rushing in all directions from the shadows, stealing the power of bad luck from every passerby.
The power of bad luck, including those who were approaching the alley, was also taken away by the night crow.
On the entire street, most of the bad luck was swept away.
However, the disappearance of bad luck does not prevent the occurrence of events.
"what!!!"
In the alley, the strange sound of the fusion of the devil's laughter and the tramp's painful roar sounded, and the tramp's body gradually changed while trembling, and the demon's power gradually eroded his body from the inside out.
Dark red flames gushed out from his body, roasting his human part into ashes, while his demon part continued to proliferate and grow.
A moment later, under the horrified gazes of other homeless men and civilians, a tall, thin, pale man with dark red lines on his skin stood up, wearing homeless clothes.
Looking at the homeless people who struggled to get up and try to escape, but fell down again due to hunger and pain, the demon grinned and waved its palm.
Countless dark red sparks flew out of his hands and landed on the homeless men.
Just like encountering gasoline, the moment the dark red sparks fell on the tramp, a raging flame ignited, and the dark red flame burned most of the tramps as human beings, and the transformed demonic power Generate new flesh and blood.
In just 30 seconds, these more than 20 homeless people became hell servants.
The pale, twisted, and incomplete limbs were covered with dark red lines, and the abnormal figure could not be covered by the tattered clothes, making it look extremely ugly and terrifying.
"Go, my servants, it's supper time."
The demon smirked and waved his arms, and the demon servants rushed out of the alley like crazy beasts, causing chaos.
(End of this chapter)