My military branches can Evolve Infinitely-Chapter 1354 - 693: The Legacy of the God of Crows (4K)

Chapter 1354: Chapter 693: The Legacy of the God of Crows (4K)

Deep within the Red Mist Land.

In an ancient, humble village.

Old and decaying buildings lie in ruins, and the shrine, once protected by divine power, is reduced to fragments and crumbling walls.

Within the village, the inhabitants—descendants of the divine saints—carry noble bloodlines. Despite being confined to this remote mountain village, many have cultivated to the Legendary Realm, defying calamity to cling to life.

Yet at this moment, one Legendary Strongman after another falls wounded or perishes.

The High Priest, who unleashed the power of the Law Realm, suffers critical injuries, his vitality fading.

The believers are plunged into despair.

The believers pray.

At this moment,

far away in the Ten Directions Island Domain, in Tianyuan City, and within the World Vine Secret Realm.

Sophia, having just awakened from the lingering echoes of her evolution, allows her consciousness to weave among the many Created Black Crows. Through these newly-birthed crows, her vision now stretches to regions previously beyond her reach.

With a point of her fingertip,

a map unfurls before her. It is an artifact crafted by Isloa herself, containing numerous already-discovered Great Domains, Domains, and Island Domains.

Most areas on the map are shrouded in gray, representing regions unknown, beyond her current sight.

But some areas shine brightly in luminous white.

One Domain and Island Domain after another lights up, and Sophia immediately directs nearby Black Crows to begin scouting paths.

“Marvelous, simply marvelous!”

“Previously, there were far too few Black Crows, and crafting them one by one consumed an immense amount of time each day.”

Even though she kept crafting tirelessly, the number of Black Crows was still inadequate.

The crows she made had to be dispatched to district after district of wilderness.

The Black Crows are formidable; even ordinary Scout Crows fly swift as powerful Legends. Yet, the Eternal World is vast beyond measure—when Scout Crows fly to remote areas, even they require significant time.

Sophia had long been vexed by this issue.

Now, new Created Black Crows are emerging directly in distant regions. She has no need to act; the map lights up on its own.

“So I’ve become the so-called lazy victor?”

“But being able to rest in ease is a beautiful thing, isn’t it.”

Sophia mused.

While continuing to monitor and organize her Black Crows, she suddenly and faintly perceives a distant call—

A cry from afar.

At first, the voice is indistinct and feeble, almost like an illusion.

But gradually, it grows clearer and stronger.

It is a prayer.

She glimpses certain scenes.

A broken village.

A raging tempest.

Cruel and monstrous beings akin to God Demons, and humans engulfed in utter hopelessness.

Sophia begins to understand the situation somewhat.

During her evolution into Legendary Life, she had already begun hearing fragments of prayers. Yet, those prayers came from the Monster Tribe.

The Fallen God—the God of Crows ruled over the Monster Tribe.

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It appeared she had acquired part of the God of Crows’ divine authority, causing creatures of crow-like tribes to mistakenly direct their prayers toward her.

But at the time, she could do nothing.

Even if she exhausted herself seizing control of a single Monster Tribe’s totem pole, it would be meaningless.

Later, she stopped hearing such prayers altogether.

Until now.

Yet this time, it is different.

This time, those praying are humans—pure humans.

“And it is not just their prayers. It is not simply about casting my gaze over there…”

At this moment, Sophia’s Great Power has just been fully perfected. She has yet to familiarize herself with or practice its intricacies, but her evolution has rendered her an inherently flawless entity, as though born a Perfect Legend. Instinctively, she knows how to wield this power.

Her consciousness traverses space, entering the bodies of several Created Black Crows in the distant village.

This is insufficient.

These mere Created Black Crows are far from enough to enable her to project her power across such distances.

Then…

Sophia senses the divine authority on a nearby broken God Statue.

The fragmented authority of the God of Crows!

This authority still holds a trace of power but is now ownerless.

Sophia clearly perceives a faint resonance between the authority’s power and her own Great Power.

“Then let it be…”

“In my name, Sophia, Master of Night Crows, I respond to your plea.”

“Descend here~!”

Her whisper, solemn and eternal, echoes like the Holy God’s voice descending from beyond the Nine Heavens.

Her power traverses the vast expanse, using the fragmented divinity of the God of Crows as a conduit to manifest within the Holy Sacrifice Village.

It is as though the village’s thousand-year-old sacrificial prayers have finally been answered.

Sophia’s figure emerges.

The crown of night rests atop her head, and black feathers cascade into a cloak draped across her shoulders.

A tempest of black surges around her, within which countless Created Black Crows swarm forth in thousands upon thousands.

Around the Holy Sacrifice Village, many Black Crows have lived unnoticed.

Some had already partially transformed earlier, but now, with Sophia’s descent, all surrounding Black Crows bear her mark and evolve into Eternal Night Crows.

Even among them, a select few extraordinary Black Crows possessing consciousness bow their heads low, immediately displaying submission and reverence.

They regard her as the God of Crows!

Sophia is not.

But that hardly matters.

“A human capable of commanding high-ranked Black Crow abilities?”

The Fallen God’s Servant—the Nether Raven’s gaze sharpens.

As the entrusted confidant of the mighty God of Crows, personally shaped and elevated by its hand, the Nether Raven understands all too well the magnitude of what this signifies!

He has painstakingly plotted and waited year after year to conquer this Holy Sacrifice Village, all for the sake of locating fragments of the authority scattered long ago by the mighty God of Crows.