The monster bird that steals fire in myth is not one...

Krolo frowned slightly when he heard this.

His gaze was frozen on the man wearing a metal bird face:

"What does this have to do with the power of the sunstone?"

"Don't you understand after saying so much?"

The man wearing a metal bird mask raised his legs and croaked his voice to Kroo in a hoarse voice:

"Just do it like us, don't do things that don't make sense."

"This time, the Heavenly Ladder, go with us."

"The more monster birds that steal fire, the better."

After saying that, he signaled the bird-faced man who had been standing in the aisle and was not talking to take Krool away.

Krool did not force himself to stay, but turned around and let the man lead him away.

After he left, he led the bird-faced man who had left, and the five bird-faced man who were originally very arrogant immediately bowed to him.

And the man didn't say much, just glanced at them, his voice was dull:

"Be prepared, prepare your own scapegoat, and die by yourself if you are not prepared. Did you hear that?"

The five bird-faced men couldn't help but shudder and responded quickly:

"yes!"

The alone bird-faced man just laughed, turned around, and walked through the dark underground aisle, laughing in the other direction.

......

Outside the residence.

Yao Yan turned his back to the direction of the residence, and he pressed under the palm of his right hand on his shoulder, and a crow head stared at Kroo who was walking out of the door.

After watching him leave by a sunstone-driven vehicle, Yao Yan asked the crow to crawl back from his palm.

There is something wrong with this stronghold, should I sneak in?

If you want to sneak in, it's evening.

Yaoyan made the decision.

.....

Time passes and night falls.

The streets were dark, and the sky was not even a moon or a star.

It wasn't that the night was dim, but that there was no trace of light at all.

Only his senses as a non-human creature allow him to barely outline the outline of the street.

In Yao Yan's senses, this street is like a pair of eyes.

In such a situation, he came to the building during the day.

The crow flew out of his hand and spread it on the door handle.

After his fingers passed through the black paper, the door opened.

Just like other places, there is no light in the room.

In such a dark vision, he came to the dim aisle, following the scenery observed by the inhuman senses, and slowly wandered in the house.

Suddenly, he saw a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the corridor.

The figure was wearing a windbreaker, with the hem level with his knees, and the other side faced the window, as if he could see outside the window in this light-free night.

And at this moment, the figure slowly turned around and looked in the direction of Yao Yan.

Yao Yan was not panicked at all. He was already close to the wall and moved one step to avoid the other party's sight.

However, Yao Yan could clearly see the deep and cold gaze in the slightly lit eyes of the other party—

The perspective of the crow that emerged from his feet.

With the other party's slightly lit eyes, Yao Yan could see that the other party was wearing a mask on his face.

A bird's beak mask.

When Yao Yan was hiding, the man left in front of the window and walked towards the room next to him.

As the door closed immediately afterwards, the bird-faced man disappeared from Yao Yan's sight.

Yao Yan waited for a moment and walked over.

However, as soon as he walked out of the cover, he felt a gaze.

It seemed as if at some point something was watching him.

Following this feeling, his eyes turned around and searched around the aisle.

However, not found.

After a brief search, he warned of the strange gaze and came step by step to the front entrance of the room where the bird-faced man entered.

Just as he reached out to the door handle of the room, suddenly, the feeling of vision appeared again, causing his body to erect hairs instinctively, as if in crisis, and the chill climbed upwards along the tailbone.

This chill made him stop moving again.

His sight began to patrol again.

It was at this moment that the sense of vision became clearer.

However, this gaze came from several directions.

From the back of the corner broom.

From below the living room sofa.

From outside the window.

From behind...he.

The gaze made his body tense instinctively.

He seemed not to be in a dark and deserted room, but in a lively street.

There was even a gaze pressing against his body, as if the other party was leaning against him.

However, although his body was constantly sending various alarm signals to him, his spirit did not accept the alarm.

The next moment, from the back of his neck, a crow came out and looked at the source of his sight.

It was also at this moment that he discovered the source of his sight—

Sunstone.

At the source of all sight, there is sunstone as a mechanical tool for energy.

"It's really scary."

Yao Yan made such a comment.

Even though he said so, his movements did not pause at all.

However, he did not continue to move forward, but turned around and moved towards the door.

Turning open the door handle and pushing it open, Yao Yan left the room.

That is, when Yao Yan left, the door in front of the window opened again, and a bird-faced man walked out, walked through the dark aisle, and came to the living room.

It was at this moment that the bird-faced man looked at the other door with his slightly lit eyes.

Click.

After a light sound, the door at the end of his sight was opened and a maid walked out.

In her hands was a lighting fixture wrapped in transparent material similar to glass.

And in it, a burning red color is revealed.

And the reason is that the sunstone is shining and heating.

The maid looked at the lamps with a blurry look, as if she was witnessing a miracle:

"Master, do you need to chase after me?"

Without looking at her, the bird-faced man just stared at the location of the door:

"No. Don't worry about him."

"But, it may be the flame guard..."

"What flame guard."

"It was built by the fire-stealing hound..."

The bird-faced man finally turned his head and looked at her:

"What to build? The flame guards are those policemen."

Under the mask, eyes were staring at the door handle with their eyes as bright as sunstones, as if they were lit up in flames:

"The hunting dog that steals fire is the guardian of the temple."

The bird-faced man stared at the door handle tightly, and his eyes seemed to have flames ignited:

"The snake swallowed the torso, the giant took away the legs, and the strange bird took away the head and eyes."

On the coffee table, the light emitted by the sunstones in the lamps made the living room look as twilight as dusk.

"The rest was taken away by the temple guards themselves."
Chapter completed!