Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 11: The Crow Feather Prophet and the Holy Spirit Disc
"Roy, I gave you the key so that you could go and activate the communication array. Why are you..."
Walter watched in amazement as Roy brought the prisoner out of the dungeon.
"I want to live, so I don't want to waste my precious time doing meaningless things."
Roy replied coldly.
The tall but skinny and pale man followed Roy. After hearing what Walter said, he bent down and bowed politely to Walter with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Walter noticed that the man had a silver disc covered with intricate religious patterns tucked under his arm.
"You actually took the Holy Spirit Disc apart and gave it to him?"
Wurt said in shock and anger.
If he had not had to maintain the condition of the [Brass Door] on the oak door at this moment, Walter would have definitely snatched the holy object blessed by the Eighth Holy Spirit Statue from the prisoner.
"Do you know what this thing means? You actually took it apart and gave it to a heretic imprisoned in a dungeon. You know..."
"I only know that if this door is broken open now, this thing will be nothing."
Roy said, then she turned to look at the prisoner and said:
"I gave you what you wanted, now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."
But the pale-skinned man shook his head after hearing Roy's words.
He did not help Wurt to reinforce the gate as Roy had expected. Instead, he suddenly rolled his eyes and said:
"There's no point. That door won't hold up soon."
After he finished speaking, the eyeball in his eye socket turned 180 degrees, revealing a pair of pupils hidden behind the eyeball.
A pair of amber pupils as round and deep as a crow's.
Roy was frightened by his sudden change and took two steps back, his hands tightly gripping the sword at his waist.
"You...are not human?"
Roy asked nervously.
She had never heard that this dungeon would hold non-human races.
"What you should be concerned about now is that the door is about to collapse."
the man who called himself "the prophet" repeated patiently.
Door?
Roy subconsciously looked towards the door.
“Bang!”
It was at this moment that a dull banging sound came from outside the door, as if a huge hand had slapped the door.
Although this blow did not shake the door, it was much heavier than before, and the whole door trembled and the dust on the door frame was shaken off.
Wurt did not dare to delay and directly maximized his magic output.
The brass color on the door was so rich that it seemed to be tangible. Under the enhancement of metal magic, this oak door seemed to have turned into a real brass door.
Wurt held his breath and waited for the opponent's next impact.
But there was no next slap.
Because the oak door itself was beginning to rot.
A few gray-black mold spots first appeared at the location where the impact had occurred. Then, the mold spots quickly spread on the door like ink drops on parchment, and finally gradually grew into brightly colored fungi.
A fresh smell of corruption came in through the door.
The wood fibers of the door were eaten away and rotted by the growing fungus, and the door was disintegrating bit by bit.
As far as Walter could sense, the door began to become gradually fragile, and it was of no avail even if he continued to use magic to repair it.
"Get out of the way."
A voice came from behind Walter, and before he could react to what he was trying to avoid, a fist covered with sores and fungi punched through the already fragile door, and wood fragments and sticky fungi on it flew everywhere.
As Wuerth was standing in front of the punch, he only heard the sound of something breaking, and then felt a tightness in his chest, and then everything in his sight began to fly backwards, and the wind whistled in his ears. Finally, with a loud "bang", a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, and he died cleanly.
Outside the door, a tall and strong giant, covered with sores and fungi, punched the door and Wultt away, shook his hands, bent down and entered the sealed temple.
Countless tiny eyes were wriggling on its head, and those eyes kept appearing and exploding like bubbles, merging and separating. Just seeing the weird and disgusting appearance of this monster made the survivors in the temple scream in despair.
"What a shame. I should have warned him a few seconds earlier."
Amid countless screams, a pale man with crow eyes looked at his spine colliding into a V shape and was said by Wurt.
"What the hell is that?"
Roy said as he looked at the monster.
Rather than being a question, this sentence is more like an exclamation similar to "Holy Spirit".
"The Moon Realm Monster, the Hundred-Eyed Corrupted Demon."
But the pale man answered the question seriously.
"It is a Moon Realm monster that symbolizes corruption. Its eyes can see through all nearby places where corruption is possible, and can cause corruption to grow in advance. It is considered a high-level Moon Realm monster under the command of Lady Hungry and Corrupted. As for its strength, if converted to the current standard for evaluating magic casters, it is probably at the beginner to intermediate level of a master?"
Watching the monster walking in slowly with his back bent, he didn't seem worried at all, and even had the leisure to explain the other party's power level to Roy.
Roy turned to look at the man and asked, "So, after all that talk, can you handle it?"
She did not choose to flee deeper into the temple like the survivors around her, because she knew there was a dead end down there. Instead of running down and hiding in some dark corner shivering and waiting to die, it would be better to fight for a chance of survival here.
Roy, who had never believed in fate in his life, placed his last hope of survival on this inhuman "prophet".
He himself said that he would not die until his destiny was fulfilled.
And now, he was still able to talk freely in front of the Moon Realm Monster who could compete with the master-level magic caster. Presumably, the "fate" he mentioned would not be to have his spine broken by a punch from this Hundred-Eyed Corruption Demon.
But the other party shook his head and said:
"Of course not. Right now I'm just an ordinary Crow Feather Seer. Apart from being able to briefly see fragments of the future, my strength is only at the level of an expert magic caster. If I go up against a muscular player like it, I'll probably be beaten into a pulp in a few rounds. Hahahaha."
His laughter finally turned into a strange cry.
Roy asked desperately:
"So, your fate is really to be beaten to death by this monster?"
The man smiled and said:
"Do you know why I want to take out this Holy Spirit Disc?"
At this moment, the monster was less than ten meters away from them. Considering its height, it was only two or three steps away.
Before Roy could ask "why", the man raised the disc high up, and a beam of light projected from the disc, passing directly through the giant, through the swollen zombies staggering outside the door, and shining into the distance.
"I can't beat it, but someone who can beat it is on the way here."
His eyes flickered slightly, and countless fragments of the future emerged in his vision.
As soon as he finished speaking, a knight's sword wrapped in thunder flew along the light. After flashing several times in the space, it directly pierced the body of the Hundred-Eyed Corruption Demon and came out from its chest.
