Crow God

What place is this?

Using "Crow Caller" as a means.

Han Dong fused with the Abyssal Demon Level Crow Person Elder for the first time.

In an instant, the demonic crystal belonging to Elder Mizya, due to the binding effect, was embedded in Han Dong's soul... Before he could even feel the changes in his body, his consciousness was the first to change.

In the blink of an eye.

Han Dong is no longer in the theater.

Instead, they were standing in a dark forest with high humidity.

The moisture of the soil and the shape of the trees make it easy to tell that this is not the Gayn Forest... The trees here are more than ten times taller than those in the Gayn Forest.

Each tree is hundreds of meters tall, with an even thicker trunk.

Its dense branching structure, coupled with its thick foliage, completely obscures the sky.

The bark surface is covered with a layer of colorless and odorless mucus, which is even slowly flowing... The sucker structures growing on the bark surface are constantly secreting this mucus, the purpose of which is unknown.

First Year of the tree's roots are exposed above the soil, twitching slightly as if they were alive, giving the strange illusion that the giant tree can move slowly.

In addition to the suction cup structures, the surfaces of these giant trees also have large Tree Hole structures, as if something lives inside.

"Crow people?"

Because of Han Dong's appearance.

Many crows peeked out from the Tree Hole, their dark, crystalline eyes fixed on Han Dong without any hostility.

Soon, a series of footsteps came from the woods.

Approaching were a group of heretics shrouded in black robes, their backs marked with the symbol of a "side raven head"... It seemed these heretics served the Raven People exclusively.

"Could this be... an even larger Crowman Tribe?"

Suddenly.

A heretic with a few raven feathers on his wrist approached Han Dong's side and pointed in a certain direction in the woods, seemingly leading Han Dong to the core area of the Crowman Tribe.

Since that's the case, Han Dong immediately followed.

This Crowman Tribe is far larger than the Arakkoa in Gayn Forest, by ten times, or even a hundred times.

Han Dong had long suspected this, after all, there are many crows all over the world... only a small portion of them gather in the Gayn Forest.

"Could it be that the 'deep bond' with Elder Mizya has temporarily allowed my consciousness to enter the world's largest Raven People's Holy Land?"

Let's figure out what's going on here first. If we don't handle it properly, it might affect the deeper connections we make later.

After all, this alliance was completely different, seemingly having a strange reaction with Elder Mizya's otherworldly magic crystal...

Towering trees stand densely packed among the forest.

Each tree is inhabited by at least thirty crow-men.

The number of heretics serving here was countless; Han Dong saw at least several hundred.

As Han Dong walked, he gradually felt the sea breeze blowing through the forest.

"It seems we're not heading towards the tribal center?"

The guide did not answer Han Dong's question.

They led Han Dong away from the dense forest area to a cliff area hundreds of meters high.

At the bottom lies a vast, dark sea.

It was quite different from the sea that Han Dong had imagined. Strange black shadows swam in the Seawater, and any land creature that fell into it would be reduced to ashes in seconds.

A unique tree grows on the top of a cliff.

Unlike the trees in the forest that provide habitat for the crow people, this tree is only a little over ten meters tall, with a lot of dead branches and no leaves. Instead, there are many 'lucky bags' hanging on the branches.

More than a hundred small, dark-colored cloth bags, similar to lucky bags, were hung on the tree by Fine Threads.

When Han Dong arrived at the tree.

The pagan leading the way took out the same 'lucky bag' and a note from his pocket.

From inside the hood, countless black, fine tendrils emerged, hastily weaving together a twisted mouth.

"To use the advanced power of my race, one must sign a pact with the Crow God... Your presence here indicates that you have already received this approval."

Simply tie the "bag" containing your mark to a tree branch.

"OK."

Han Dong finally understood the fundamental meaning of his consciousness arriving in this mysterious forest.

Bit your finger.

When the blood comes into contact with the white paper, it automatically draws the shape of a "crow's head in profile" on the surface of the paper. After wrapping it in a lucky bag, Han Dong finds an empty spot and hangs it on a tree branch.

Han Dong thought the consciousness traction had ended and he would return to the theater to continue the battle.

Who knew?

The heretics who were leading the way suddenly changed their ways.

As his body grew rapidly, the priest's robe he wore was stretched into tiny pieces.

The glossy black feathers stood out in the darkness.

A raven, comparable in size to a dragon, appeared before Han Dong.

With its nine eyes fixed on Han Dong from the very center of its head, a high-ranking voice resounded directly in Han Dong's brain.

"Mysterious messenger, welcome to establish friendly relations with my tribe... I am aware that you provided my people with a place to live in the Gayn Forest, and I thank you for your help."

This time I will lend you a hand in dealing with this special lord under the Blood God's command.

With your current physical condition, it's difficult to maintain this form for long... so make the best of it."

"Thank you, Crow God..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the crow swallowed Han Dong whole.

There is no Affliction process of chewing and digestion.

Han Dong, swallowed into the mouth, stepped into a special area within the body of the Crow God —the ' Death Domain '.

Let's turn our attention back to the Private Theater.

Confusion was written on the Earl's face.

Because the miasma completely obscured the view, it was impossible to see what was happening inside the stage.

However, intense Death Beam shot out from between the stage, clearly a magical technique used by the transformed Han Dong.

However, the bloodhound plunged into the miasma twice, only managing to capture a dead crow. In the end, the bloodhound was slightly injured by the Death Aura.

"My Blood Feast has completely enveloped the theater. He couldn't possibly be hiding in any other area of the theater. He's right there on the stage... Lord Nicholas, you really have a lot of tricks up your sleeve."

Let me see what you've become!

The True Silver Holy Sword is crossed in a cross shape.

It's unimaginable.

The Earl was able to wield the energy of holy light, or rather, the power inherent in the silver sword itself...

As the runes branded on the sword's surface lit up, a beam of holy light shot towards the stage, dispelling the thick miasma.

The image of a [Crow Emissary] slowly emerges.

It no longer has wings; only a purple feather shawl hangs down one side of its shoulder.

The "Bone Feather Robe" has been transformed into a lighter feather vest, deliberately left unbuttoned at the front, revealing the withered and sore body structure.

Decayed and Missing Flesh bare feet tread on the ground.

A stream of Death Aura emanated from the body like a waterfall, flowing slowly down the body and then spreading outwards from the feet, forming a miasma that permeated the stage.

The face was covered by a Beak Mask ' used at masquerade balls.

Such masks only cover the mouth and nose, leaving the eyes and forehead exposed.

One thing to note is that the Lesser Demon Eye on Han Dong's forehead seems to have changed completely.

After the posture changes, the eyes are in a closed state.

Don't go away, there's another chapter at 10:30!