Pitch-black steel was dyed crimson.
Amid the squirming of flesh came clear, pleasant metallic chimes, as though countless iron plates were trembling, echoing through the Heavenly Vault Array.
The iron wings gathered around their bodies like ash-black robes. Beneath countless steel feathers, slender arms slowly rose, and curved claws sprang out one by one from between their fingers.
The hatred seeping from their souls burned behind those pairs of black lenses!
Like nightmares descending.
They strode through the flesh, casually tearing apart every mass of meat that blocked their path. Whenever their claws ripped through flesh, glaring crimson was drawn from shriveled corpses, winding in threads around iron wings and steel feathers, adorning them with gemlike scarlet.
The steel crow-men moved through the Heavenly Vault Array, wantonly harvesting every life within reach, crushing everything in their path and feasting without restraint upon this banquet.
Bolstered by the Crown of National Mourning, Huai Shi's Stigmata bestowed itself upon the swarm without reservation. The miracles of the Lord of the Clouds and the Great Siming circulated through them, appearing and fading without pattern across those thin, hunched figures.
Amid violent collisions and slaughter, even steel twisted and shattered. Yet the instant cracks appeared, blood seeped from within them, forming proliferating iron crystals that restored the outlines of those steel bodies.
Now, as they sang hymns and began their slaughter, none of their former peace or sluggishness remained. Following their instinctive hunger and scent, they raced forth to hunt.
One after another, they tore apart the Aberrations pouncing in from all around.
When their steel wings suddenly spread, blazing light burst from structures like vector nozzles, propelling the iron crows into the sky like missiles before they immediately plunged down bodily!
It did not matter even if the cycle had been interrupted.
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