Caw! ( But how do we that?) Caw! (Idiot, we follow their trace!)
The leader slled the dried bones and the nearby land. In so seconds, its nose catches onto multiple scents. "So it wasn't a single dog but a group of it. And it seems like there are bitches too!"
Caw! The leader commanded the still evolving horde to sll the scents on the bones. Then it flapped its wings, chasing after the scent.
Following the command of their leader, the crows shouted in unison.
Caw! Caw! Caw!
The crows picked up on the sll of Feng's and his teammates. They flapped their wings and also reached up into the ghastly sky.
In the depth of nights, the army of black crows, each crow the size of a vulture, darted through the clouds of the sa color. The flaps of their wings thundered among the cloud as if it was a warcry. The army was steered by the biggest crow who have learned how to speak in English.
The Englishcrow wasn't happy. The scent of its prey was getting further and further away.
Cawing to its horde in a commanding tone, it increased the tempo of flapping its wings. The others didn't fall behind, as they too increase the speed of their flight and chased after the footstep of their leader.
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"You and I, We can rule this world together. I consider you my equal, soone who can stand along my side. Abandon your useless race, those mongrels don't have the right to be free. Co join , together we will usher into a new era," A faceless figure with nine humongous set of hands, holding a different kind of world matrix in each hand, said to an otherwordly handso man, whose forehead was decorated by a petal-shaped mark, whose bloody eyes burned brighter than the sun.
The handso man with otherworldly grace shook his head, refusing the offer of the demonic being. He said, "Today, it's either you or . Only one of us is gonna make it out alive of this battle."
"What a foolish choice you have made, sacrificing yourself for that ignorant and weak race. A future of us together would have been so much better. We could have gone beyond the mortal skies, conquered the spiritual races, and wage a war against the beyonders." The faceless man with eighteen hands said in regret.
"Enough talk, its ti to die." The otherworldly handso man said in an eccentric tone, not explaining whose death he is talking about.
He rushed ahead with a spear in hand to battle the faceless creature on a magical lee.
The world matrix on the eighteen hands of the faceless creature changed into spiritual weapons, ranging from spears, ax, sword to runic water guns, mystic Earth rifles, and magical fla beam.
"You will be the one to die," the faceless creature shouted, his lee weapons clashing with the blazing spear around which multiple dragons resolved. The weapon clenched on the hand of the otherwordly man.
Right than,
"Master... Master... Master... Wake up!" Dracula excitedly shouted in Feng's ear, shaking his soul.
The snot bubble burst, waking Feng from his grandeur battle dream.
"Huh, eh, uh, Dracula, What? Wasn't I fighting it." Feng said scratching his chin in confusion. His head was sweaty, so was his face. His entire face was oddly red. Looking around, he realized that he wasn't inside of the spatial pyramid fighting the faceless creature rather in a cargo.
"Fighting? Master, you were just sleeping!" Dracula replied. He continued by placing the chessboard in front of his master, "All the programs are prepared. Now, Master, you just need to put the magical spells in these empty slots and Chuba will put together all of the programs into one, automatically."
"Ah, " Hearing to his word, Feng's inner turmoil cleared up. The battle was taking place in a dream, not the real world, but it felt absolutely real, as if it really happened. His eyes opened wide in rembrance. Placing his hand on his heart, he silently muttered, "A vision related to the future, it gotta be."
Finding his master still lost in thought, Dracula said, "Master, are you alright? You are sweating a lot, do you need help?"
"No, it's just the heat," Feng replied.
Dracula looked around, there were two A.C in this cargo. Both of them were activated. Their temperature was set at 16, each throwing out cold air.
"I will be going to get the magical spell in-laid into this program. Once again do the sa, and just protect my body from any harm." Feng replied by grabbing Chuba into his hand and storing it into his deep pockets.
"As you command, Master. Though, last ti even crashing into you didn't cause any harm. Do you really need protection?" Dracula replied.
"At that ti, I used a shadow barrier to evade being crushed by you. Basically, I used magic. Though, I can't use magic if my consciousness is communicating with your Godfathers. Thus, my life depends on your hand," Feng patted Dracula shoulder.
Dracula finally realized how important a task his master has given him. Nodding respectfully, he stood guard.
Feng, who is sitting cross-legged, closed his eyes and went into the soul spaces. Bringing the items stored in his deep pockets along with him. Taking one of the nine blue lines, he teleported near the blood door shaped like a spider web.
Entering it, he appeared into the Desolate soul space of Deicide, the extinction tree.
"Back again, so fast? I still haven't finished drinking." Deicide mumbled. Resting on the branch of the Extinction tree, he didn't forget to put on so air in front of Feng.
Feng rolled his eyes. Ancestor pig butcher drink blood wine 24 hours a day. Even if Feng visited him in the future, he would still be drinking.
Taking Chuba out of his deep pockets, he placed it in front of Deicide.
"Ancestor Pig butcher, crave blood magic into the empty spaces just like how you will create a rune," Feng said. He continued by pointing at one of the many empty spaces in the holographic screen of the Chessboard. "Here, create a spatial spell that will transport the blood offered as paynt by the payee into this soul space directly, without any hindrance! And here, create a spell that will directly transfer the purchased good/s to the payee, without even a single minute delay. The better our service, the more the custor we will acquire! For now, these two spells will suffice."
"Young chap, can't you see how busy I am? Burp," Deicide said, sipping the blood wine one more ti. "Do it yourself!" He waved his hand, telling Feng to scram.
"Due to blocking elder Bai's attack and saving our lives, I don't have any divine energy left to create spatial spells. Furthermore, unlike you, I can't use blood to cast magical spells not related to blood." Feng replied aggressively, trying to put him under pressure.
Dracula could sense Feng's condition in the physical world, unlike elder Bai, whose soul space door was sealed by Feng i. He found out that Feng was really speaking the truth.
"Eh? Where did it go!" He said in utter confusion; For last ti, he sensed that there was a massive amount of Divine energy inside the physical body of the last interior.
Feng said, "Did I forgot to inform you that the half-broken Domination emblem uses my divine energy when its prowess are used?"
Nodding in Understanding, Deicide replied after seizing Chuba with his blood energy, "But how do I create those spells? Burp!"
"First of all stop drinking! Secondly, Ancestor Pig butcher, you are the master of blood magic, not . So, try to find out a way to create those magical spells and inscribe them into the empty spaces of this holographic screen, or else, you can forget about drinking thousand liters of blood or even more a week!" Feng said from the side like a greedy rchant belonging to the goblin race.
His words evoked the sin of greed in the Deicide heart.
Acting on his primal instinct, "Greed", it didn't take long for the creature of Blood to co up with the perfect spells that could satisfy the future custor.
Chanting in the demonic language, he expended the blood mana stored inside his blood avatar and created three twinkling magical symbols, all established in the middle of the skies of the desolate soul space.
"That won't fit between the programs," Feng said. Each magical array was bigger than the branch of the Extinction tree. The branch of the extinction tree was bigger than the entire California combined. This adversity couldn't be solved by expanding Chuba or the holographic screen.
"Why worry?" Deicide replied, his voiced tinged with disdain for the forgetfulness nature of the last inheritor.
Deicide glimpsed at the new magical symbols he just created within 29.45 seconds. One glimpse was all it took for the city-sized magical symbols to compress into the size of a pencil sharpener.
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