The form of existence was destroyed, and the raven let out a shrill scream.

Those disgusting oil-stained deformities also began to disintegrate, and melted into the black ink pool like silt.

The power belonging to a certain Ability God could no longer be maintained, the flooding ink began to flow back, all the evil and foreign substances began to collapse with the raven as the center, and the chaotic black outlines a strange and gorgeous spectacle in the air.

The raven twisted and screamed, collapsing into a black vortex that eventually sucked in all the filth—where it came from, where it went back.

Ivan took a step forward, palms facing forward, and the feathers of "Griffin of Autophagy" fluttered backwards, inhaling into Ivan's palms, the power contained in it was recovered - it can reuse the spiritual power of summoned objects, yes Something that only a handful of sophisticated explorers can achieve.

While retracting Griffin, Evan continued to walk forward. He saw a dark, small thing fall from the sky.

With his palm facing upwards, he supported the falling object with his spiritual substance, and the light from the skylight that had returned to transparency illuminated a pitch-black raven skull in Evan's palm.

"A piece of... C-class heritage?" Sean and the others gathered around. They had just experienced a Queen-level exorcism that they had never done. After the mission, the overflow of spiritual power is maintained. This feeling is real and a little special.

Evan pinched the small bird skull and looked at it with the light: "It is a fully developed C-level heritage. Its efficiency is comparable to some low-level B-levels..."

The raven's skull has been bitten by Griffin - a small tooth mark can be seen, leaving a long crack in the skull.

"Who is so generous..." Moonlight approached, staring at the thing with blue eyes, "Using a heritage close to the B-rank to harm this newspaper?"

Sean glanced at the pianist: he had to admit that his old buddy had asked a rather interesting question.

"What's the origin of this thing?" Sean's team, who had always enjoyed the shortcoming of mysticism, finally had a character who was deeply involved in it. Sean asked directly without any burden.

"Belonging to the belief of 'Raven Lord Horota'," said Evan Burns, "a sort of esoteric belief in the southern Havre. In that belief, there is a huge Raven Lord who guides the dead, He is the gatekeeper of the underworld.

"This legacy should be the 'Messenger of Helota', and the owner must be proficient in the magic of the undead..."

It's a walking quest encyclopedia. Sean really likes how Ivan feels on the team.

"If it is a mysterious heritage, it should be able to trace the owner's breath, right?" Olivia Wind Chime has already begun to think about traceability and countermeasures.

"That's right..." Ivan used the spiritual substance to suspend the pitch-black skull in the air, "but this framer is quite careful - he arranged a mechanism, as long as the raven is destroyed, it will Inhale a lot of ink to cover up the original breath..."

This cuts off the possibility of traceability.

"But..." Sean, who was a little disappointed just now, heard Ivan's turn, and immediately looked at the teammate with anticipation, "However, this level of cover-up is meaningless to me..."

Saying so, Evan stretched out his hands. The raven skull floated between his palms, and two different runes appeared in Evan's palms, overflowing with a brass color.

Moonlight watched in amazement—he saw that in the air that Ivan held in his palm, a simple-looking copper pot appeared.

"The jar of Medea," Ivan said indifferently, "some kind of secret technique I have mastered."

"In this small space, the traces imposed by time can be erased."

Sean's eyes widened slightly, and he saw that the dark ink receded a little on the raven's skull, gradually revealing its original bone-yellow texture.

Not only that, but they could even see a rune engraved on the bird's skull - the symbol of the Raven Lord, which appeared behind the huge raven before...

Even though he has worked hard until now, Sean discovered that Evan, who had never replenished his spiritual power, still had more than half of his spiritual power reserves.

"It's almost there..." Ivan lifted the vague copper pot in his hand, the ink on the raven's skull had faded away, and before the traces of time filled back like a tide, Ivan double-directed the dance, as if extracting something, pulling from the skull There was a trace of spiritual energy!

The breath drifted away very quickly.

However, Evan moved faster.

His fingertips nimbly touched the insubstantial breath, his eyes were tightly closed, and his consciousness was fully absorbed into the world of spiritual power.

Although he closed his eyes, he saw a splendid world—

In that world, all kinds of spiritual power flow and change, like a colorful storm!

In such a spectacle, Evan did not forget his purpose.

His consciousness was integrated into that breath, and that breath was inevitably connected to the tributary of spiritual power as thin as a gossamer - this tributary was being "faithfully" connected to the owner of the heritage.

However, this connection can only be maintained for a short period of time.

Evan Burns must follow this tributary in a very short time to find the perpetrator!

His consciousness seemed to be transformed into a beam of electric current. This beam of electric current regarded the connection of the spiritual power as a wire, and traced back to the source at a speed like lightning and flint!

What a wonderful experience: Ivan shuttles at an incredible speed in a world that is absolutely invisible to the ordinary naked eye.

At that moment, he saw many indescribable sights.

He saw countless colors representing emotions floating up and down the streets of the city - the emotions of the crowd are constantly spreading, but people are extremely difficult to detect.

He saw that the entire sky was covered by a kind of dense and vast veins like leaves, and the pulses of spiritual power produced fluctuations of various light colors.

He even saw through the solid ground of the New Covenant city—

It is hidden underground, known as the center of the underground spiritual network.

It is like a huge and brilliant golden heart, which contains a masculine figure. The heart is beating continuously, along the branches and branches like giant blood vessels, sending the tide of spiritual power to all directions...

It's just that these superb sights were felt by Evan in a flash.

With the speed of an eye blink, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has come to the owner of "Herota's Messenger".

As if looking in a weird mirror, Evan seemed to sink into the water, and saw a skeleton full of weird runes appearing in front of him.

In those dark eye sockets, a pair of blue-glowing pupils opened their eyes.

He, aware of Ivan's peeping.

Before the explorer wearing the mask of "Deputy Agent" started to imprison Evan, the Eye of Annihilation cut off the connection instantly, and his consciousness suddenly collapsed back into the basement of "Evening Lighthouse", inside his body.

Evan gasped and opened his eyes.

Sean discovered that just a short period of peeping had exhausted the teammate's half-full spiritual power.

"I found that guy." The lightning on Evan's mask was extremely sharp.