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Chapter 292: 121. River of the Mind_3

Scanning the corpses and the torn strips of black cloak on the ground, a complete look of astonishment arose on Philia’s fluffy cat face:

“Huh? Young Raven is dead?! How did you do that, Ray?”

Upon hearing Philia’s exclamation, the rest of the team diverted their gazes towards Noland.

Little Miss Betty appeared far more surprised than the others. Having crossed paths with Noland before, she knew well that his level of strength was not enough to kill Young Raven.

But then, how did Noland manage to do it…

With her head slightly tilting to one side, the orange catfolk Betty wore a look of curious concern.

“Ah-” Noland sighed with a sense of despair, his tone tinged with melancholy.

Although they could not see his face hidden behind the face towel, they all could feel the depression in his heart.

“Philia, I used the mentor’s ‘Evil Burst Art Magic Scroll’ and ‘Death Avatar Magic Scroll’ to kill Young Raven. I am at a great loss in this task …”

Philia’s petite body shivered and her eyes glazed over. She stuttered in response:

“Death Death Death Avatar Magic Scroll… Isn’t this a bit extravagant, Ray? Young Raven was just a third-order alchemist. You don’t need to use such a precious magic scroll. It’s much, much more valuable than the ‘Elemental Vision Magic Scroll’.”

Noland glanced at Philia, then lowered his head in a sigh.

“Philia, it was urgent. I was forced to use the magic scroll. Just look around us now, so many aberrations. They were all drawn here by Young Raven, I can confirm this. Since killing Young Raven, these aberrations have stopped rushing into the nest, as if they have lost their commander.”

Philia, with her brow furrowed in thought, glanced at the mountainous pile of aberration corpses. As her gaze shifted, it landed upon the aberrations lurking near the entrance to the staircase:

“It seems to be the case… You’re right…these aberrations have indeed stopped piling into the nest…”

Noland raised his hand, pointing at the Raven Beak Mask scattered nearby on the floor:

“What if I told you that Young Raven was under the protection of a raven spirit, would you believe it? After I used the ‘Evil Burst Art Magic Scroll’ provided by my mentor, all other Blackbone Hermits were blown to bits, only he remained alive. He transformed into a massive black crow and flew out from a hole. If I hadn’t quickly activated the ‘Death Avatar Magic Scroll’, I would be a puddle of ground meat with black feathers stuck in it now. See, Young Raven is dead, but that mask remains undisrupted. It might have been its protection.”

“A raven’s protection?” Philia pointed her finger, casting a gust of wind to sweep away the filth on the Raven Beak Mask, lifted it from the ground and examined it in her hand.

When Philia saw the mystical patterns inside the mask, the tone of her voice became solemn:

“I believe you, Ray… This is no ordinary mask. There’s an odd pattern of magical runes inside. I can’t figure out what these runes are for, we need to have the mentor identify it.”

Philia noticed, in the key point of the magical patterns, there was a black raven with its wings spread wide:

“This seems to be the emblem of a raven spirit. A black raven spirit. This could mean the Blackbone Hermit has a Lord-level raven beast behind him. This will be problematic. Raven beasts all long for flight, they will think of all possible ways to return to the ground. Who is this raven spirit? And why would it appear underground…”

Noland leaned in to look at the emblem on the mask, his gaze flickering as he pondered.

Lord-level demon beasts are equivalent to the faction leaders of the Undead Cult in the magic beast community. They are the pinnacle of their respective magic beasts, possessing intelligence comparable to mankind.

The classification of types of magic beasts considers three aspects: appearance, ability, and habit.

Black crows that command wind magic and are omnivorous, and black crows that command both wind and earth magic and are omnivorous, although having identical appearances and habits, they would be considered different species of magic beasts due to the difference in the branches of magic they hold.

With such detailed classification, black magic beasts of the crow species alone can be divided into dozens of different types of magic beasts.

Each type of raven magic beast has at least one Lord -level existence.

Therefore, it can be hard determine who is the protective spirit of Young Raven, based on its black appearance.

Philia has to return to the surface to consult the experts – such as the bird society leader in Life Essence Society.

In this, just the act of identifying the origin of the raven spirit and pulling out relevant archives could consume a lot of time.

The worst part is, judging from Noland’s description and the scene, this raven spirit that protects Young Raven, can potentially control aberrations. All alchemist factions would be put on high alert at this, including the Alchemy

Cathedral.

“Let’s return to the surface as soon as possible.”

Philia held the Raven Beak Mask in her hand.

She caught her team members’ attention, instructing them to clean up the weapons and follow her back the way they came.

Just before leaving, Philia solemnly assured Noland:

“Rest assured, Ray. Once I have collected the reward for the mission from my mentor, I will come and pay you. As for the scroll’s expense, I will find a way to reimburse you in full. However, it will take time, please be patient. The identification of the Raven Beak Mask won’t be quick, and the number of raven beasts is just too much. If my mentor confirms the importance of this mask, reimbursements for your magic scroll will not be a problem..”