My troops evolve infinitely

Chapter 496: Legend, Lord of the Night Crows! (4K)

The secret land of Longqiu Fertile Land, the designated evolution ceremony platform of Tianyuan Territory.

Sophia sits here in a black dress, like a blooming black water lily.

But her heart was not at peace.

"As long as our thoughts and wishes are strong enough, miracles will surely happen."

Will she maintain the same strong desire as the Lord to make miracles bloom?

No, no.

That's not the point.

Obviously, the lord is trying a very new way of evolution, and he is the most critical link in it.

"Sophia, Sophia, you can't mess this up."

She took three deep breaths in a row, forcing herself to calm down.

After a moment, her eyes had become calm and deep like black agate.

She made an OK sign.

The glow of the miracle of evolution bloomed from her body, forming a blazing white beam that shot up into the sky.

In the light, Sophia recalled her past life, and the thoughts in her heart gradually became firmer.

……

"Pu Ling Pu Ling——"

The girl, covered in mud, looked up blankly and saw a crow on the wall not far away flapping its wings and flying away.

The girl touched herself and could vaguely feel a sharp, hard protrusion on her arm hidden under the wide sleeves.

"It's a crow."

"I see crows every day. I am worthy of being you."

The girl laughed at herself.

The crow is a symbol of bad luck, and so is she.

"But it doesn't matter. If I'm alone, I don't have to worry about spreading bad luck to others."

She dragged her tired body and continued to move towards the deserted place.

……

In the woods.

The black-haired girl was wearing a tattered black robe, and her entire figure was covered in dust, yet she stood straight and erect. Even with three ferocious gray wolves baring their teeth before her, the seemingly fragile girl showed no fear.

She covered half of her face with her right hand and slowly moved it away. Her pair of eyes, black with a hint of scarlet, exuded a stern and strange aura as she stared coldly at the gray wolf in front of her.

She spoke:

"I am the messenger of the Crow. Foolish Gray Wolf, I order you to retreat immediately."

"Oh... You are not afraid at all, and even dare to attack me. If so, I will be shattered in this sky of black feathers."

The girl raised her arms high and muttered something.

In the mottled shadows of the trees, a black shadow quickly jumped out and bit the three gray wolves with bared fangs.

The gray wolf and the black shadow tore and bit.

quite a while……

Three gray wolves, covered in blood, howled as they fled into the forest, leaving a trail of black feathers in the shadows of the trees.

The remaining crows fluttered and cried, then disappeared into the woods in the blink of an eye.

"Huh...ha...this is the price you pay for provoking the Crow Messenger."

The girl stood by the tree.

Dappled sunlight fell on her pale face, her eyes were strange, and black feathers grew on her cheeks.

She wiped the sweat off her face and said, "This is good."

"There's nothing wrong with this."

……

On the trail.

A man in a black robe and a hood wrapped tightly around himself flew down from mid-air and stepped onto the carriage of a stopped carriage.

In front of the carriage were two women hugging each other and shivering, and three men lying in a pool of blood, who were probably coachmen, guards, relatives or friends.

In front of him, blocking the center of the path, were three goblins with muscular build and dark blue skin.

The goblin grunted, his eyes fixed on the two trembling human women, breathing heavily from his nose, and saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

They pounced on us, then retreated screaming.

Black feathers pierced deeply into the ground and the three goblins' bodies like knives.

"Humanity……"

The leading goblin roared, and his knotted muscles suddenly swelled again, pushing out all the black feathers inserted into his body.

He picked up a huge wooden stick that was half the height and three times larger than the black-robed girl's body, and ran towards her waving it.

"Humph."

The black-robed girl stretched out her hands, and black feathers appeared out of thin air on both sides, like needles and swords, and shot towards the front hole in the next moment.

Round after round.

The madly running muscular goblin slowed down and finally fell to the ground with a thud three or four meters away from the carriage.

The three goblins, pricked by the black feathers like hedgehogs, fell in a pool of blood.

The red blood gradually spread around, and a pungent smell like rust hit the face.

The black-robed girl remained expressionless, as if she had only done something insignificant.

"You are safe."

She said to the two women, jumping off the carriage as well.

The two young women sat slumped on the ground, hugging each other and burying their heads. After more than ten or twenty seconds, they gradually realized that the danger had gone away.

They began to raise their heads, their gazes refocused, following the sound to the black-robed figure not far away.

"Thanks……"

A gust of wind suddenly blew, lifting a corner of the hood.

The young woman was about to speak when her pupils suddenly shrank.

She caught a glimpse of black beneath the hood.

She couldn't help but move back, her face showing the same fear as before, and her voice became sharper and more shrill, "Witch, monster!"

The girl's hand, which had just been extended, dropped silently.

She pulled her hood up, and the shadow covered most of her face.

She walked silently into the woods with a cold, neither fast nor slow pace, and disappeared from the sight of the two young women. Only blood and black feathers were left on the ground, telling of the girl's presence.

In the woods, the girl with her hood pulled down leaned against a tree with her back, her head slightly tilted back, her pupils staring ahead with unfocused eyes.

"It's not what I want."

"Humph, so what if it's a monster? I didn't save anyone just to express my gratitude."

"That's enough."

The girl pulled up her hood again and walked deeper into the woods with cold but firm steps.

……

In the wilderness where few people go.

The girl in black robe narrowed her eyes and looked at the figure in the distance.

She said loudly:

"Humph, I am an ominous person, a cursed person."

"But we are also ominous people, all of us."

The pink-haired girl held out her hand.

She also reached out her hand.

But they are ultimately people whom the world cannot tolerate.

A witch, a monster.

"I heard that in a faraway empire, witches can live like normal people."

...

"In the end, we still couldn't reach the place we dreamed of."

...

“But we are lucky to have come to a place like this.”

...

"Crow Feather, you're cute too."

...

"If you wish, this place can also be your home."

The black crows fluttered in the air.

The curse rooted in the bloodline was purified in the process of evolution, but the bloodline itself is not the original sin. On the contrary, it is the key to wielding extraordinary power.