Shadow fog ups and downs, pale halo gently shaking.

His low and hoarse voice was like a stone sinking into the sea, and no one responded. Tobias, the God of conspiracy and evil god, looked at the suddenly changing environment around him, looking extremely dignified.

Good at playing tricks and manipulating people's hearts, he smelled an unusual smell, some familiar, some strange, and the most important thing was to bring him an inexplicable threat.

"Who is it?"

As his mind turned, Tobias held his breath and eliminated the hostile candidates one by one with the exclusion method. With some familiar breath, he was surprised to find that he couldn't find any clues, as if the guy he was facing suddenly appeared?

Abrupt?

Suddenly, he thought that the strange disappearance of modrian seemed to be related to the suddenly changing environment.

"Interesting. You can hide the line of my conspiracy."

Wearing a black robe, Tobias opened his hood and showed an old and wrinkled face. His long gray hair spread over his shoulders. The dark black light escaped from his pupils and turned into fine silk thread, weaving an absolute field in front of him.

Huh?

Tobias looked up at the sky, and the strange movement caught his attention.

In the field of vision, a bright moon like a jade plate hangs high in the night sky, slowly scattering dark gray moonlight, soaking and eroding the shadow fog, stripping out a space and trapping his range of activities.

"Bright moon?"

Tobias whispered, if I remember correctly, why did the moon rise before night?

Even if he wants to change the celestial phenomena of the main material plane, he must go all out.

Of course, this refers to the power of the separation of gods and gods. If the real body comes, maybe he can find the guy behind it instead of being trapped in the fortress.

Compared with conspiracy and people's hearts, Tobias thinks that no one in caradimos can match him, which is the pride given to him by the conspiracy clergy.

The thin black silk thread floated in all directions, affecting the creeping shadow fog, shuttling through the fortress buildings, looking for any strange breath. But soon, Tobias found that he could no longer mobilize them, just like someone erased all his thoughts attached to the black silk thread in an instant.

"The hiding guy!" an angry emotion appeared in Tobias's mind, filled with a touch of fear he didn't realize: "get out of here!"

[conspiracy · evil eye]!

The shadow and fog trembled, and the black silk field in front of Tobias woke up like a living creature. Countless silk threads were wound and woven, making a strange harsh sound, and finally forming a huge eye behind him.

Buzz!

In an instant, my eyes opened.

The dark pupil reflects the moonlight from the sky, and the space area trapped in Tobias boils like a lake thrown into stones, suddenly setting off layers of transparent ripples, and then destroying everything in contact, shadows, fog, dark gray halo, and hidden buildings. All things melt slowly, decompose into fine black particles and fall to the ground.

In a moment, the storm stopped, Tobias stared at the dark environment in front of him, frowned slightly, and his evil eyes shrouded the land without any trace of the enemy.

"How is this possible?"

The area peeped by the evil eye is not only the main material plane, but also all spatial areas close to the main material plane, such as transition plane, shadow plane and so on.

"Isn't the target here? Or..."

While Tobias was thinking silently, bursts of whispered ancient poetry quietly echoed in the pale moonlight, like the best wandering poet plucking the strings with the most real emotion and playing an elegant accompaniment.

"Ten kings and ten thrones;"

"Nine crowns, crowned on the head;"

"There's only one left, digging earth and burying;"

"There are only crows left. They don't die or live."

The dull voice of poetry sounded constantly, first vague, and then real and pleasant, causing unknown changes between heaven and earth. Even the dark gray moonlight was shaking constantly, as if in fear, as if in fear.

Under the evil eye, Tobias breathed a sigh of relief. The hidden enemy is much more difficult than the exposed enemy. Since the target is selected, it's time to face off.

Yes, face-to-face.

I don't know when Tobias had this idea in his heart. Some didn't believe that he could destroy the conspiracy ability of the imperial gods because of... Fear?

Or eager to see the real face of the person behind.

As time goes by, the sound of ancient poetry keeps echoing in our ears, and the target behind it has not been exposed for a long time.

In a trance, Tobias saw old and strange pictures from the sound of poetry, dilapidated and deserted land, prosperous cities and towns, silver Xiongdu, beautiful newborn land, green and lush jungle, endless desert... In these places, absurd stories similar to myths spread.

A village, a ragged farmer.

The figure grows crops alone, accompanied only by grass people woven with straw,

Until the heavy corvee crushed the farmers, because the crops failed, they were fed to hungry crows, and finally turned into demons and returned to the world.

Very simple fairy tales have been reshaped and distorted in stories from generation to generation, and have been handed down.

Even if it changes countless times, the story tells the same thing. It looks like a person and walks quietly in a place full of fear.

Click!

The strange subtle sound awakened Tobias' mind, and the conspiracy evil divine power in his body broke out subconsciously to disperse the dark gray halo surrounding the past.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

Tobias looked at the calm shadow and fog, and an inexplicable sense of trembling appeared in the depths of his soul.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

The thick black liquid dripped down his face along his gray hair. Tobias reached out his hand to wipe it, turned and looked at the evil eye behind him. His dark pupils were covered with countless cracks, as if he saw something terrible.

The slight sound that had awakened him was the sound of broken pupils.

"Er... Who is...!"

Tobias was worried about the attack for the first time. The targeted target suddenly disappeared, he was in deep trouble, and the unknown existence shrouded around him... Everything was completely separated from his conspiracy line, and even he could not confirm the existence behind it.

fear.....

He only saw fear.

In the late evening of the gods, the notorious God of fear was besieged and fell. Many abyssal evil gods competed for the fear God, resulting in the fragmentation of the God. Each abyssal evil god who obtained the God fragment stole part of the fear priest.

Fear is the innate emotion of all intelligent lives. Evil gods with some fear clergy rise rapidly and kill each other for a complete fear God.

But Tobias has never heard of an evil god who holds the clergy of fear to guard a human territory!

Quack! Quack! Quack!

The hoarse cry broke the silence. Tobias heard the reputation, and dark crows quietly emerged in the shadow fog. They looked at themselves with scarlet eyes open.

"Is it the crow in that absurd fairy tale?"

Myth reappearance.

Tobias became more and more sure that the existence behind him was definitely an abyss evil god who controlled the fear clergy, otherwise it would not bring him so much pressure.

Then he recalled the crow mentioned in the ancient poem.

"There are only crows left. They don't die or live."

"About the gods of crows? I don't remember any abyss evil god who was connected with crows." countless messages flashed in Tobias's mind, but nothing was found.

"Is there still an abyss that controls the fear clergy, the evil gods fall and lose the fear clergy?"

"Wait..."

Until now, Tobias finally reacted that his carefully planned plot had already been seen through, and in turn, he laid a trap and successfully led to all the coveters who peeped into the Valoran collar.

"Catch it all? Ha, such great courage?"