Chapter 79: Chapter 66 The Passage of a Flock of Crows – Angelie (Thanks to Alliance Hierarch Xixi) Chapter 79: Chapter 66 The Passage of a Flock of Crows – Angelie (Thanks to Alliance Hierarch Xixi) Ronan stood still, his form slowly being enveloped by the dim light overhead.
He stared blankly at the figure arriving on a flock of crows, feeling the first taste of despair in his life.
If Fa Ao is comparable to the Sun.
Then the radiance emanating from the person who had just arrived was ten tis more intense than the Sun’s.
But his light was black, like a twisted black sun, or a black hole, sucking in all the surrounding light and even the gaze and souls of those who dared to look at him.
It wasn’t that Ronan didn’t dare to move.
Rather, it was that he simply couldn’t move.
The shadow approached him directly, a force locking onto him from a great distance.
At this mont.
An unbidden thought sprang into Ronan’s head—
The true master of the Corpse Garden…
has returned.
The figure in the crow flock drew nearer, and Ronan finally saw clearly who it was.
A very young man.
Brown short hair, pale skin, his features neither handso nor ugly.
But his wine-red eyes and the innate malevolence gave him an indescribable powerful charm.
Unlike the typical Wizard, he wore a uniquely designed armor with blood-like patterns flowing on it.
Behind him trailed an exceedingly long black cape.
This man, surrounded by nurous red-eyed crows, was like the Monarch of the crows, the King of shadows!
He arrived in front of Ronan, the black sun searing Ronan’s nerves.
He glanced around indifferently and the first thing he said to Ronan was—
“You have destroyed my house.”
Ronan’s heart quivered; he opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.
In front of this man who was clearly more than ten tis stronger than Fa Ao, he had lost even the desire to struggle.
While the man spoke reproachfully to Ronan, his expression seed to not care much.
Instead, he seed more interested in Ronan himself, his gaze constantly sweeping over Ronan after the initial greeting.
Together with the crows beside him, all of them stared coldly at Ronan.
For a mont, Ronan felt as if he was suffocating, about to be killed by their gazes.
This sensation lasted for about half a minute, and then the man, with a sigh-like tone, pulled Ronan from one abyss and cast him into another.
“I really want to dissect every inch of your body and study it carefully…”
“A re Apprentice Level 9, yet able to comprehend the power of two completely different Extraordinary Magic Domains…
with such a poor soul aptitude…”
Ronan felt as though he had fallen into an icy cave in the dead of winter; even his blood froze.
“But…
this land is too barren and decayed.
It is truly a pity for soone as interesting as you to die during their nascent phase…”
The man looked at Ronan with a peculiar gaze, licking his lips and softly said: “You dared to kill an Official Wizard of Hoddam…
I seem to sll a similar scent on you…”
Ronan struggled to breathe, and after a few attempts, he finally gathered the strength to speak, though his voice still trembled and warped uncontrollably.
“So…
I don’t have to die, right?”
“Of course.”
The man was surprisingly anable as he nodded at Ronan, smiling as he said: “And you must stay alive.
Yes, this is a threat.”
Ronan’s face twitched, but he remained silent.
Then the man casually glanced at Ronan, and imdiately countless crows sward over him.
The beaks and claws of the crows viciously pecked and tore at Ronan, causing him excruciating pain.
Ronan thought the man had changed his mind and tried to struggle, but the latter’s voice arose by his ear, indifferent.
“You’d best not move, let them clean up the ‘Resentnt Mark’ on you…
You wouldn’t think that just destroying a body is enough after killing an Official Wizard, would you?
If you leave this place now, it won’t take half a day for Hoddam’s Wizards to find you, kill you, and then your soul will be extracted, seared by Flas, until thoroughly extinguished…”
At this word, Ronan’s heart chilled and he dared not resist any longer, allowing the crazed crows to feast on his flesh.
When Ronan nearly thought he would be pecked to death alive, the flock dispersed, leaving him gasping, his clothes tattered, and wounds all over his body.
The man looked at Ronan with a smile, seemingly very satisfied with his current state.
After admiring his work, the man casually tossed sothing at Ronan.
Ronan caught it instinctively and discovered it was a Potion.
Another God Burning Potion!
Yet it seed different from an ordinary God Burning Potion, the crimson intermingled with a mysterious and profound purple.
“You’ll need it.”
The man winked at Ronan, “With your aptitude.”
Having said that, the man’s gaze shifted from Ronan to the part of the sky not obscured by the flock of crows.
“I should also clean up those rats…
Sneaking in through the back door while people are away from ho and causing a ss is such an impolite thing to do…”
The man sighed lightly, and his figure gradually rose into the air, while the crows rooting around in the grass also fluttered up.
“Oh right!”
The man suddenly turned around before leaving, looking down on Ronan from a high vantage point with a smile, “Don’t forget what I said, don’t die before you next et .
Otherwise…
I have plenty of ways to locate your soul, seal it into the most Solid, durable, and beautiful toilet, and send it to the busiest town of the mortal Kingdom, for people to use freely…”
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