The form of existence was destroyed, and the raven let out a shrill scream.
The shapes of those disgusting oil-stained anomalies also began to disintegrate, blending into the black ink pool like sludge.
The power belonging to a certain alien god could no longer be maintained. The flooding ink began to flow backwards. All the evil alien substances began to collapse with the raven as the center. The chaotic black outline of a strange and gorgeous spectacle in the air.
The raven twisted, screamed, and collapsed into a black vortex, eventually sucking in all the dirty things—wherever it came from, where it returned.
Ivan caught up and took a step forward, with his palms facing forward. The feathers of the "Autophagic Griffin" flew backwards and were sucked into Ivan's palms. The power contained in it was recovered - it can reuse the spiritual power of the summoned object. It is something that only a few explorers with exquisite means can achieve.
While taking back Griffin, Ivan continued to walk forward. He saw a dark, small thing falling from the sky.
The palm of his hand was facing up to support the falling object with his spiritual essence. The light from the skylight that had returned to transparency illuminated a dark raven skull in Ivan's hand.
"A...C-class inheritance?" Sean and others gathered around. They had just experienced a Queen-level exorcism that they had never done. After the mission, my spiritual power was still overflowing. This feeling was really special.
Ivan held the small bird skull and looked at it under the light: "It is a fully developed C-class heritage. Its performance is already comparable to some low-level B-class..."
The raven's skull had been bitten by Griffin - a small tooth mark could be seen, causing a long crack in the skull.
"Who is so generous..." Moonlight came closer, staring at the thing with blue eyes, "Using a near-B-level inheritance to harm this newspaper?"
Sean glanced at the pianist: he had to admit that his old friend raised a question that was quite interesting.
"What's the origin of this thing?" Sean's team, which has always had a shortcoming in mysticism, finally has a person who is deeply involved in it. Sean asked directly without any burden.
"The belief that belongs to the 'Raven Lord Horota'." Evan Burns said, "a certain esoteric belief in the southern part of Havre. In that belief, there is a huge raven king who guides the dead. He is the gatekeeper of Hades.
"This inheritance should be the 'Messenger of Horota'. The owner must be proficient in the magic of the undead..."
It is simply a walking encyclopedia of exploration. Sean really liked the feeling of having Ivan on the team.
"If it is a mysterious legacy, the owner's aura should be traceable, right?" Olivia Wind Chime has already begun to think about tracing the origin and countermeasures.
"It stands to reason..." Ivan used ectoplasm to levitate the pitch-black skull in the air, "But the framer was quite careful - he arranged a certain mechanism. As long as the raven was destroyed, A large amount of ink will be inhaled, covering up the original smell..."
This cuts off the possibility of traceability.
"But..." Sean, who had been a little disappointed just now, heard the change in Ivan's conversation and immediately looked at his teammate with expectation, "However, this level of cover-up is meaningless to me..."
Saying this, Ivan stretched out his hands. The raven skull floated between his palms, and two different runes appeared in Ivan's palms, overflowing with brass color.
Moonlight looked at it with some surprise - he saw a simple copper pot emerging from the air held in Ivan's palm.
"The Jar of Medea," Ivan said calmly, "a certain secret technique that I have mastered."
"In this small space, the traces of time can be erased."
Sean's eyes widened slightly, and he saw the dark ink recede little by little on the raven's skull, gradually revealing its original bone-yellow texture.
Not only that, they could even see a rune engraved on the skull of the bird - it was the symbol of the Crow Lord, which had appeared behind the huge raven before...
Even though he had been fighting alone until now, Sean found that Ivan, who had never replenished his spiritual power, still had more than half of his spiritual power reserves.
"Almost..." Ivan lifted the vague copper pot in his hand. The ink on the raven's skull had faded away. Before the traces of time were filled back like a tide, Ivan danced with both hands, as if extracting something, from the skull. A trace of spiritual power was drawn out!
That breath dispersed very quickly.
However, Ivan moved faster.
His fingertips quickly touched the insubstantial breath, his eyes were closed tightly, and his consciousness was completely immersed in the world of spiritual power.
Although he closed his eyes, he saw a colorful world——
In that world, all kinds of spiritual power flow and change, like a colorful storm!
In such a strange scene, Ivan did not forget his purpose.
His consciousness merged into that aura, and that aura was inevitably connected to the thin tributary of spiritual power - this tributary was "faithfully" connected to the owner of the inheritance.
However, such a connection can only last a short time.
Evan Burns must follow this stream to find the perpetrator in a very short period of time!
His consciousness seemed to turn into a beam of electricity, which treated the spiritual connection as a wire and traced away at the speed of lightning and flint!
What a wonderful experience this is: Ivan travels at incredible speeds in a world that is absolutely invisible to the ordinary naked eye.
At that moment, he saw many unspeakable sights.
He saw countless colors representing emotions filling the city streets - the emotions of the crowd were constantly spreading, but it was extremely difficult for people to detect them.
He saw that the entire sky was covered by a kind of fine and broad veins like those on leaves, and the pulses of spiritual power produced fluctuations of various light colors.
He even saw through the originally solid land of the New Testament City——
That is hidden underground and is called the center of the underground spiritual network.
It is like a huge and brilliant golden heart, which contains a majestic figure. The heart is beating continuously, transporting the tide of spiritual power in all directions along the branches and branches like giant blood vessels...
However, these stunning views all passed through Ivan's perception in an instant.
At the speed of a blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the owner of "Holota's Messenger".
As if looking into a strange mirror, Ivan seemed to have sunk into the water and saw a skeleton engraved with strange runes emerging in front of him.
In the dark eye sockets, a pair of green eyes opened their eyes.
He noticed Ivan's peek.
Before the explorer wearing the "Agent of the Dead" mask began to imprison Ivan, the Eye of Annihilation instantly cut off the connection, and his consciousness suddenly collapsed back into his own body in the basement of the "Beacon Evening News".
Ivan gasped and opened his eyes.
Sean discovered that the short period of spying had depleted his teammate's half-full spiritual energy.
"I found that guy." The lightning on Ivan's mask was extremely sharp.
