Chapter 1353: Chapter 692: I Am Not the God of Crows (4K)_2
The surveillance feeds from the Black Crow network exceed not just ten thousand, but far beyond a million!
In truth, Sophia cannot possibly process this vast amount of information.
However, she can implent settings for the Created Black Crows, such as issuing alerts when the presence of a Legendary Monster is detected, transmitting information during the discovery of a monster wave, or…
Yet, even with layer upon layer of filtering, the ssages relayed by the Created Black Crows remain overwhelming in volu.
Moreover, the chanized information filtration may contain errors or omissions.
Perhaps the Black Crows have identified inaccurate information, or maybe certain key alerts failed to trigger the alarm chanisms of the Black Crows—requiring manual inspection.
Sophia doesn’t have the ti or energy for that.
She still needs to oversee the intelligence departnt, continue her cultivation, comprehend the Heaven and Earth Laws, and seek the Path to Ascension.
All these endeavors demand imnse amounts of ti.
“Thankfully, among the Black Crow collective, there exists a group of intelligent crows that have already awakened self-awareness and can cultivate and evolve themselves.”
At present, the Black Crow network resembles a towering tree.
Sophia is the trunk.
The intelligent crows are the branches, managing the flock and filtering through the boundless information on Sophia’s behalf. Sophia only needs to receive critical intelligence and shift her focus onto the Created Black Crows in specific regions as needed.
Sophia’s strategic talent, the ‘Night Raven Servant,’ remains remarkably practical and continues to provide tactical and strategic value even at this stage.
After all,
“Sophia can delegate the managent of select groups of Black Crows to the Night Raven Servants, transford personally under her guidance, thus fulfilling the manpower requirents for manual inspections.”
At this mont,
Sophia’s legendary transformation had concluded.
The Miracle Light faded away, leaving Sophia sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, imrsed in the lingering echoes of evolution.
Across the globe, Black Crows continued to erge under the cloak of night, while others transford and evolved.
An increasing number of Created Black Crows awakened self-awareness, ascending to beco intelligent crows.
The tides of crows continued to spread.
Expanding.
The exalted na of the Night Crow Sovereign resonated beneath the night skies, among the congregation of crows.
…
Around the sa ti, in the depths of the Red Mist Land.
In a secluded corner of this region riddled with pervasive red mist and festering corruption, there existed a peculiar village.
The village was perpetually shrouded in darkness.
One twisted, bare tree after another stretched its eerie branches like grotesque figures extending their forms beneath the night sky.
Within the village, simple buildings no taller than ten ters were haphazardly arranged.
Primitive, stark, desolate.
Anyone laying eyes upon this village would instinctively form such impressions.
Yet, despite its ordinary appearance, not a single wisp of red mist lingered in its surroundings. It looked nothing like any corrupted areas within the Red Mist Land; instead, it radiated cleanliness akin to the bustling Capital City of a great modern nation.
At the forefront of the village’s solitary main path stood an antiquated signpost.
Faintly discernible upon its surface were three blurred and obscure characters.
「Holy Sacrifice Village!」
The village housed no more than a few hundred inhabitants.
There were n, won, elders, and children, but conspicuously, the villagers appeared uncommonly robust compared to their impoverished surroundings.
The n bared their arms, muscles bulging like coiled dragons and serpents, their aura unfathomable, resembling phantom dragons rising behind them.
The won donned rudintary leather garnts, with two or three black feathers tucked behind their ears.
An elderly woman wearing a black mask erged from the village shrine.
“The annual Crow God Ceremony of our Holy Sacrifice Village is about to comnce.”
The elderly woman spoke.
Inside the shrine, an ancient, weathered Crow Woman statue covered in fractures emitted a faint glow of divine light.
This was the protection of the Crow God!
The Holy Sacrifice Village had, since antiquity, been a settlent devoted to the worship of the Crow God.
Its history spanned thousands, possibly tens of thousands of years.
When disasters descended, corruption encroached, and the red mist cloaked the lands…
The Holy Sacrifice Village survived the encroachnt of the red mist thanks solely to the protection of the Crow God.
Yet,
When the elderly woman had assud the mantle of High Priest three hundred years ago, she knew full well that the Crow God had already fallen.
The entity now active in the Red Mist Land as the Fallen God was not the Crow God! It was rely a corrupted will masquerading within the Crow God’s body!
She longed to reclaim the divine form of the Crow God, but when their very survival was in jeopardy, such thoughts were futile.
The villagers dared not step beyond the boundaries of the village.
Any young dissenter who ventured out never returned.
This included beings of the Heaven and Earth Realm and the Soul Realm.
“Begin the ceremony!”
lodious, splendidly eerie sounds of music reverberated within and outside the village.
The villagers began their rituals, their hymns of adoration filling the air.
One Black Crow after another soared above the village, seemingly dancing amidst the chaos.
At the center of the shrine, the ancient God statue humd and resonated, radiating a slightly brighter light than before.
The ritual was essential—it was the sole ans of harnessing the lingering protective power of the Crow God to guard the Holy Sacrifice Village.
However,
As the ceremony comnced, terrifying, grotesque gazes from the depths of the Red Mist Land began to probe toward the village.
While the ritual provided strength to shield the village, it also introduced vulnerabilities in this isolated community hidden beneath the night sky.
Because,
The great Crow God and the Fallen Crow God share the sa origin!
Vaguely perceptible,
Dire crow-like shadows—those shrouded in the red mist—manifested in the village.
These ominous shadows flitted about, seemingly searching for sothing.
The elderly woman urged, “Quick, complete the ceremony imdiately!”
Yet before her voice faded, a piercingly cold and monstrous sound tore through the space and dark clouds, descending into the ancient village.
Sinister winds spiraled.
Strands of red mist seeped into the atmosphere.
Amid the eerie phantom winds, the previously faint crow-like shadows began solidifying.
It appeared. It descended!
An entity with the visage of a crow and the body of a man, dual wings arched across his back.
Encircled by an overwhelming veil of spectral red fog, he was neither entirely crow nor fully monster.
Though none of the villagers had ventured beyond their borders, they knew this being well.
The Nether Crow Servant—attendant of the Fallen Crow God!
“Kehehehehe… At last, I’ve found you, you treacherous vermin who betrayed the great Crow God.”
The Nether Crow Servant’s gaze pierced toward the shrine.
His wings unfurled.
Sinister winds and black feathers plunged the land into darkness.
Holy Sacrifice Village legends intervened, only to fall within the span of two breaths.
“Nether Crow Servant!”
The elderly woman propped herself up with her staff.
Her face was aged and lined, yet her aura surged, revealing her as a Law Realm existence!
This, however, was an artificially elevated state achieved through the village’s Mystery Skill and ancestral rites.
The Nether Crow Servant, in contrast, was a formidable attendant ranked high under the Fallen Crow God.
Dreadful mists!
Spectral fog!
Relentlessly descended upon the scene.
With every mont of sustaining this fight, the elderly woman’s vitality dwindled further.
Amidst the devastation, the shrine suffered irreparable damage, and the divine protection faltered entirely.
At the sacred shrine’s core, the lone Crow God statue stood with fissures multiplying across its surface, accompanied by ominous cracking sounds.
Outside the village, more and more ominous crow-like apparitions began to materialize.
It seed that additional Crow God attendants were on the verge of breaching the village.
“Has the protection of the divine spirits truly co to an end?”
“I’ve always known the Holy Sacrifice Village would perish one day, but… *cough cough*…”
Using her staff for support, the elderly woman surveyed her surroundings.
So villagers trembled while hiding behind the shattered remains of the shrine’s outer wall.
Others lay fallen, their bodies riddled with black feathers.
In the skies above,
The Black Crows that once danced now faltered and fell. Their wings fractured, their vitality rapidly extinguished.
Fragnts of shattered black feathers drifted amidst the sinister winds.
It was a sign—the remnants of the ancient era, barely surviving, were destined to finally vanish today.
Suddenly,
On the body of one dying Black Crow, new, gleaming black feathers began to sprout.
The fallen crow took to flight once more, its pupils glinting with an apparent intelligence.
A second, a third, a fourth…
All living Black Crows underwent transformations during this mont.
In the mysterious ebb,
The elderly woman seed to grasp sothing profound.
Praying fervently, she clung to the faintest sliver of hope.
“Crow God…”
“Great Crow God…”
“Great Night Crow God…”
Suddenly, the faintly luminescent God statue flared to life, bursting forth with ghostly radiance.
A srizing and indistinct figure erged from the divine statue.
Countless Black Crows swirled around her in reverence;
The dark night seed to form a crown upon her head;
This enigmatic presence surveyed the land, her gaze ultimately settling on the elderly woman.
“I am not the Crow God.”
“But I, Night Crow Sovereign, acknowledge you as children of the night.”
Sophia raised a single hand to shoulder height.
Her bangs billowed in the winds.
Her gaze lowered.
Her voice resonated deeply and powerfully.
Behind her, an army of countless Black Crows ascended into flight.
They soared and wove together, forming colossal wings of heaven.
The Night Crow Sovereign · Sophia transcended millions of realms, answering the prayer of her people.
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