Entrant?
What is that?
Arthur speculated in his heart, he still hadn't figured out the "Arcana" tier by now, and here was another new, extrely important term appearing.
And the ergence of this brand new term was rely the result of him changing his state towards the Aura of Death from 'rejection' to 'active absorption'.
"rcy, please, rcy!"
Morielk, a mber of the "Death Poetry Society Thirty Choir" and one revered as one of the "Choir Quartet," no longer had the arrogance and contempt he showed when he first saw Arthur.
All that remained was terror and fear.
Terror filled his heart.
Fear spread across his face.
His eyes, along with his drooping head, no longer dared to look directly at Arthur before him.
An Entrant!
It was actually an Entrant!
Morielk's heart was in turmoil, the Aura of Death completely slipped from his control, rushing into Arthur's body like rivers flowing into the sea.
In two breaths' ti, Morielk was drained dry.
Ashen white pervaded the entire body of this mber of the "Death Poetry Society Thirty Choir."
And then—
Crack!
The crisp sound, like that of porcelain shattering, rang out as Morielk crumbled.
His shattered body flowed down like sand, leaving behind only a white cloak decaying amidst the sand.
'He's dead already?!'
Sitting atop the crossbeam, Arthur was filled with astonishnt.
He really only actively absorbed the Aura of Death, nothing more.
And the result was that the other party was absorbed to death?
'The Breath of Death dominates over all death qi and those who manipulate or use it!'
The young Spirit dium ca to this realization in his mind.
'If that's the case…'
Many thoughts erged in the mind of the young Spirit dium, but his gaze didn't even glance at the sandy remains of Morielk on the ground; instead, it swept towards the dense forest to one side.
There were seven people there.
These seven people ca with Morielk.
To these seven people, Arthur was not unfamiliar.
These seven were the nurous stalkers from before, the ones scared off by the snake, leaving behind the 'eye.'
Now, these seven people were shivering as they watched Arthur.
Because when they had arrived with Morielk just now, they had reactivated the 'eye'—it was Morielk's command.
What Morielk wanted to do, these seven people obviously knew.
It was none other than to use their Cloak Society's na to spread everything, so as to exchange hostages with the Earl of South Los.
To this, the seven people didn't see any problem.
It was widely known that they were just a dium, and everything was unrelated to them.
At least, that's what they thought just a mont ago.
But now?
There was a big problem.
An Entrant!
An 'Entrant' had actually been hiding in South Los, surely harboring unspeakable intentions, and now they had exposed him.
Then...
The seven people shivered even more violently.
Compared to Morielk, these seven couldn't even cry out for rcy.
Their fear rendered their brains blank, all they knew was to stand there shivering.
"Let's leave everything to destiny."
A soft sigh ca from the mouth of the young Spirit dium, reaching their ears.
The seven people didn't grasp the deeper aning.
They just felt that this 'Entrant' seed not to be pursuing them?
They seed...
That they could live?
With this thought, one of the seven, with a quicker reaction, turned and ran.
After the man had run about four or five ters, the others followed suit, and the last one didn't forget to take the 'eye' with him—a fist-sized arcane artifact that looked like a pebble.
Perhaps out of too much urgency or haste, the one taking the 'eye' paid no attention to the ground.
A tree branch lay right before his feet.
The man stumbled over it.
Directly in front of where he fell was a sharp tree branch that pierced right into the man's eye, severe pain made him hurl the 'eye' from his hand.
Whimper!
With a dull whizzing sound, the "pebble" traced a beautiful arc, striking the back of the head of the person who was running the fastest.
Bam!
The fragile skull cracked open, spilling brain matter.
The seemingly hard "pebble" also shattered under this impact.
But the two who were closely following couldn't bother with these details, stopping in terror the mont they saw the brain matter explode.
The two halted, but the three behind them did not.
Suddenly, all five collided.
The next mont, they beca tumbling gourds, crashing violently against a dead tree thick enough to require two people to embrace it.
There was a large hollow in the dead tree, from which the faint sll of blood and low hissing sounds emanated, alerting the creatures of the dense forest to the danger within.
All creatures with normal brains would stay away from here.
But the five entangled individuals could not.
They crashed heavily against the dead tree.
The poisonous snakes that had nested inside the tree hollow were disturbed and sward out.
Hiss hiss hiss!
"Aaaah!"
Screams rose sharply, then quickly quieted down.
The group of poisonous snakes gained an unexpected al.
Yet not one of them dared to enjoy the feast, as they all reared up their bodies in the direction of the clearing, drooping their heads and softly hissing.
"Destiny has not favored you," said the young 'Spirit dium' softly, waving his hand slightly.
The group of snakes he had previously commanded imdiately dispersed.
When there were no more watching eyes around, the young 'Spirit dium' could no longer hold back, covering his face with a hand and whispering.
"Fuck, the real Grim Reaper has co!"
Sitting there, Arthur did not dare to move.
He feared triggering a chain reaction.
An active chain reaction, Arthur didn't fear, for that was what he sought and wanted; he could calmly accept and willingly bear it.
But an unintentional passive chain reaction was sothing Arthur did not desire.
He wanted to prevent this kind of chain reaction.
He couldn't do it by himself.
But he knew soone who might.
If that person couldn't either, Arthur decided he would live in seclusion for a while; otherwise, he feared that if he slept, the entire city might be struck by a teorite.
He didn't care about the others; he didn't know them.
But what about Malz, Scott, and those he knew?
And what about Pendragon?
So—
'You must have a way!' Arthur thought, communicating with Wuni left at No. 2 Cork Street in South Los through his consciousness.
Before, Arthur could not do this.
But once the Talent "Breath of Death" appeared, the two crows which ca with it completed their promotion in an instant, saving nearly a hundred days of ti and becoming stronger.
"Feast of Crows," still in a damaged state with no change in remarks.
But the Attributes "Crow" had changed.
["Crow: Fujin and Wuni, raised through the 'Feast of Crows,' were already slowly becoming Magical Creatures through the passage of ti. But when you, with 'Breath of Death' appeared, they instantly completed their ascension. Now, they possess extraordinary intelligence and bodies. They can understand your words, as well as the language of others, can help you scout, can use their claws and beaks to rip through tal armor, or can spout 'Death Qi' to inflict more terrible arcane damage—Fujin, Wuni: We are darkness, seen as ill ons, we bring misfortune, we reap lives for our master, and place them in our master's pasture."]
(Remark 1: Having completed their promotion in a special way, Fujin and Wuni have escaped the constraints of 'Feast of Crows.' They recognize only you as their master. 'Feast of Crows' can dosticate two more crows.)
(Remark 2: Fujin and Wuni, as Magical Creatures that have promoted, can choose normal food, but they prefer to consu Gold Coin or Death Qi. This will allow them to slowly grow into more powerful Magical Creatures.)
(Remark 3: Fujin and Wuni's Spirituality is enhanced. You can remotely control them and use their voices to communicate with others.)
(Remark 4: When Fujin and Wuni are injured, 'Death Qi' can heal them.)
(Remark 5: When Fujin and Wuni die, you can consu 100 'Death Qi' to resurrect them, but a corpse is necessary.)
(Remark 6: When Fujin and Wuni die without a corpse, you can consu 1,000 'Death Qi' to resurrect them.)
...
The brand-new "Crow" and the open spot in "Feast of Crows" gave Arthur many ideas, but Arthur was more aware that these ideas depended on that woman being able to help him.
Otherwise, it would all be in vain!
Caw!
Wuni cried out and turned into a phantom, speeding straight for No. 6 White Bird Street.
That speed was extre.
But so things were faster.
Like: Rumors.
For example...
Gossip!
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