The sky was cloudy and the rain was heavy. The motorcycles left clear tire marks on the wet mud. The four steel monsters looked like boats riding the waves in the tsunami, or like paintbrushes graffitiing on the earth.

In a ruined house with a broken roof, a green beast made almost entirely of bright green crystals was hiding from the rain. It looked half human and half dog, only the size of a child, with a crystal tail that seemed to be formed in one piece, and was wearing tattered human clothes, dozing off.

From the appearance, you can tell that it is the lowest level "Asakusa" among the green disasters.

In addition to eating people, the Green Disasters also devour each other. Although the strength of the Green Beast itself is linked to its life, the strength of the Green Beast that the Sanctuary Magician just transformed into is definitely far greater than that of other Green Disasters, but the darker the Green Beast's color, the more people and beasts it devours - the Green Beast can strengthen itself and even gain extraordinary abilities through devouring - which naturally means that it is stronger.

From shallow to deep, they can be roughly divided into four levels: "Asakusa", "Ink Beast", "Deep Sea", and "Black Tide". Among them, the appearance of "Black Tide" level green beasts will set off a large-scale green disaster, which can destroy several sects at the least and overthrow half of Senluo at the worst. It has not appeared for many years. Even if a "Deep Sea" level green beast appears, it will be hunted down by nearby sects. Currently, the green beasts that still exist in Senluo are basically "Asakusa" or "Ink Beast".

As the name implies, Asakusa Green Beasts are at the bottom of the food chain and can only be "producers" of food. If a magician or an adult warrior transforms Asakusa Green Beasts, they can quickly grow into Black Beasts, and even gather other Black Beasts to roar around and harm the town.

But Asakusa, who was the size of a child, didn't even dare to get close to other green beasts for fear that he would become prey. He could only walk alone in the wilderness and even had to hide from the rain.

Boom boom

Even amidst the noisy sound of raindrops, the sound of the tires braking was clear and piercing enough. It, which had always been a light sleeper, got up in shock and quickly grabbed the crystal knife beside it, revealing its sharp teeth and claws, then stomped on the ground with its limbs, its body shining with crystals, and a little green flame burning on its four feet - it scared off other green beasts several times with this posture.

The ruined house had no door. It moved to the door and the big rock blocking it was kicked and smashed, and then four humans walked in. They were wearing black raincoats, and the rain was still pouring down on them. The house was very spacious, but once they came in, they seemed to occupy all the space, like mountains. Their footsteps were loud, and more than one person had steel soles. They stepped steadily on the wet ground, and the sound of the water splashing was like some kind of wailing.

As they walked, the shirts underneath their raincoats were exposed. They were of different styles and colors, but without exception, they were made of exquisite and gorgeous silk. Some were wearing tuxedos with gold edges on a white background, as if they were going to attend an important banquet, while others were wearing white shirts and black coats, which were clean and restrained, yet impossible to ignore.

Clean and nice looking.

They are so clean and look so good!

After wandering in the wilderness for a long time, it naturally understood an important rule: anything that looks good and clean is either so weak that it can't be defeated, or so strong that it can't be defeated!

Those who can travel through the rain curtain cannot be the former. I am afraid that they are those powerful people called "magicians"!

It subconsciously wanted to escape, but the only exit was blocked by them, and the other walls were too high for it to jump out. It could only retreat to a corner and curl up, but still bit the crystal knife tightly and stared at them with bared teeth.

"What day is it today?"

"It's August anyway, I don't know what day it is."

"Please make way. I want to let Alice out."

"There's no sun and it's raining, why did you ask him to come out?"

"Alice loves the rain, and especially loves the feeling of rain hitting her eyes."

"Good, that's amazing. As someone who has to close his eyes to put eye drops in, I'm even a little envious... Igula, I've been in a bad mood recently. Do you think you can perform that miracle for me again now that you're free?"

"roll."

Amidst the casual chat, a fire quickly started up, dispelling the chill brought by the heavy rain.

Pop. A golden, round cicada suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling it.

The cicada was flying around the house, and its eyes were closely following the cicada's trajectory. When the cicada got close to it, it had a hard time resisting the urge to pounce on it. However, the cicada seemed to know that it was enduring, and deliberately swayed in front of it until the person with the nice voice waved, and then the cicada flew back.

It soon stopped being attracted by the cicadas - these humans took out the cans, broke them open, and heated them on the fire. The strong aroma of the food made it unable to hold back its throat.

At this point, it also realized that these people were different from the others and did not seem to have the intention to kill it. However, it did not dare to move, let alone take the opportunity to escape, so it just huddled in the corner.

But when they started eating the canned food, it couldn't suppress its hunger any longer, so it quietly let go of the crystal knife in its mouth, lowered its head, bit off a piece of gravel of just the right size, and chewed it carefully with its teeth before eating.

The sound of its crystal teeth rubbing against the stone was still very clear and crisp, even with the background sound of heavy rain. It noticed that their movements were slightly slowed down, and some even looked at it, so it quickly spat out the stone and bit the crystal knife again.

But soon, the chewing sound was heard again in the ruined house, and it seemed that it was just an illusion. At this time, the man wearing the black crow mask stood up and walked towards the corner where it was, instantly making its limbs tense and making a whining threatening sound.

However, the Black Crow stopped three steps away from it, sat on the ground, turned its back to everyone else, and took off the terrifying mask.

Originally, it couldn't help but blow out the outermost crystal (making its fur explode), but the moment it saw the face under the Black Crow mask, it opened its eyes wide and all its vigilance disappeared.

The crystals on its body quickly retracted, and it lay down on its stomach, no longer biting the crystal knife. It stared at the black crow without blinking, and its crystal tail swayed back and forth.

When the black crow started eating the can, it approached tentatively, and found that the black crow didn't seem to mind, so it slowly moved to the side of the black crow, retracted its crystal claws, and gently rubbed the black crow's calf with its blunt palm, once, twice, and three times.

After a while, it became bolder, and buried its little head in the black crow's arms. It looked up at the can in the black crow's hand, whining with desire, and wagging its tail rapidly.

When the black crow seemed to be almost finishing the can, it became more and more expectant, as if it had already seen the black crow leaving the leftovers for it.

However, it saw the black crow stretched out his fingers, scraped the grease residue on the inner wall of the can and put it into his mouth, until the can was turned upside down and nothing could drip out. But even so, the black crow did not leave the can to it, but squeezed it in the palm of his hand until it became an iron ball.

It stared blankly at the iron ball until the black crow bounced the iron ball through the wall of the house. Then it startled and hid back in the corner, biting the crystal knife nervously.

Black Crow put on his mask and returned to the crowd. When the others finished eating and the rainstorm outside became much lighter, the group of uninvited guests put on their feathered clothes and walked out of the ruins to continue their unknown journey.

The cicada flew in front of it and circled twice before disappearing with a snap.

Boom boom...

After the roar of the motorcycle disappeared for a long time, it slowly crawled out, but still did not dare to approach the fire that was still going out. Instead, it threw stones over there, using the crudest method to test for possible traps.

After making sure it was safe, it rushed over and opened the discarded cans, and found that there was actually a lot of food left inside, and the lids of the cans were all opened, so it could just lower its head and eat them all.

Very good!

It vaguely realized that the three people must have stayed here on purpose, and it couldn't help feeling grateful, but at the same time a little unhappy with the stingy Black Crow.

It didn't waste anything. It ate the food inside the can first, then chewed the can like sugarcane, and only spit it out when its mouth was full of indigestible crumbs, and then continued to eat the next portion of food.

…

As the rain gradually subsided, Ash and his friends reached a particularly rugged section of the road. They switched the motorcycles to "mountain mode", and the tires suddenly expanded, reducing the speed, but also greatly reducing the bumps.

"Tamahi, I'm sorry." Ash said suddenly.

Black Crow glanced at him and said, "Hmm?"

"I know that green beasts are the natural enemies of humans, and I also know that there is no point in showing sympathy to them." Ash looked straight ahead: "It's just that when I thought about that green beast, it might be a child transformed... Sorry."

Igula and Harvey both glanced at Black Crow. Black Crow was silent for a while before saying, "You don't have to apologize to me."

"But you don't hate—"

"Ash." Igula said slowly, "Lord Black Crow, who hates evil, did not smash the green beast into pieces with one punch the moment he saw it, and even allowed it to continue living. This is already showing his greatest kindness."

Ash automatically ignored the modifiers added by Igula and scratched his head: "Hey? Tamashi, you don't mind? That's great, after all, this time it's not just me, even Igula and Harvey left some--"

"Let me make this clear first," Harvey said lazily, "I just guessed that you would do this, Ash, so I followed your lead. I don't have any sympathy for the little monster in my heart. I just did it to take care of your feelings, Ash."

Ash nodded in understanding. He never had any moral expectations of necromancers, and then looked at the Trickster next to him.

Igula's mouth curled up. Not to mention a monster transformed from a child, even if it was a real human cub, he would not have the slightest sympathy, but...

All he could say was: "I have developed a little bit of compassion, and now I feel very sorry and feel that I have done something meaningless."

Even though the fraudster said so, the cult leader still raised the corners of his mouth and laughed cheerfully: "Hehe."

What the hell are you laughing at? Igula had to take a deep breath to calm the inexplicable resentment in his heart.

"Tamas, if you don't hate it, why do you scare it so much?" Ash asked, "You're not a bad person."

"But I have to be a bad guy." said Black Crow.