Lord of the Silver Crow

What text is this?

Text?

Bronto didn't know why he judged it as words.

However, this thing is undoubtedly text.

Bronto frowned slightly.

Straight lines, horizontal lines, oblique lines, all kinds of lines form the outlines of the outer circle and the inner circle of the body to form pictures-like characters.

After careful recollection for a while, Bronto was convinced that he had never seen this kind of text.

However, he has a strange sense of familiarity.

He is familiar with this kind of text.

This strong sense of familiarity caused Bronto to constantly try to find the source, but the result was that his brows became more frowning.

Can't find it, he can't find the memory of these words.

This situation made him feel anxious.

These words are very important and he is familiar with them.

However, he did not recognize these words themselves, or even saw them.

This sense of contradiction with cognition caused Bronto to have a strong anxiety.

What is it?

What exactly is this?

Bronto became irritated.

However, just at this moment, a sense of sight suddenly spread.

Accompanied by the trance, is a very clear scene in the dark night——

It was a huge one-eyed, and the flame was rolling, forming a one-eyed like a storm.

In this kind of things that normal people would panic and fear, Bronto's first feeling was not this, but a sense of familiarity.

He seemed to recognize the huge eyes formed by this flame-like, storm-like thing.

And with it, there is not much...trust.

A kind of relative trust gained in comparison.

Compared with the surrounding darkness, compared with this church, compared with the surrounding things and even little Hurley, he has a stronger sense of trust.

Or, in other words, he has a sense of distrust about the things around him, about everything including Little Hurley, and in contrast, the fire and storm-like huge eyes brought him It feels very "strong".

In a short moment, Bronto understood the specific form of his feelings.

I don't know why, but he is very keen on these cognitive matters.

But, don't know why, he always felt that the words on the stone book were more important than the giant flame eyes.

In such a situation that seemed desperate to ordinary people, Bronto couldn't help but cast his sights on the stone book sculpture.

One word after another came into his eyes.

At this moment, another feeling emerged.

It was a picture, an outline accompanied by a rectangle, accompanied by light and shadow that gave him a sense of stillness.

A..... card?

Meditation card!

The card of the actor!

The eyes with doubts and a dazed expression froze with the emergence of thoughts.

Memory after memory emerged.

Feeling a little itchy in his eyes, Bronto touched his face, but as he scratched his face, he tore off pieces of flesh and blood.

And those flesh and blood quickly turned into pieces of weightless black objects in his sight, and disappeared like shadows.

What happened with this situation was that his vision was occupied by silver.

water? air?

The flowing silver flowed out of his eye sockets, and after tearing his head, it became more rapid, until his whole body was torn apart, his consciousness had not completely disappeared.

In the end, there was only one in Bronto's field of vision, a silver-black giant bird that was flowing like water and dim and intangible like firelight.

The black on his body was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the contrary, lines that spread like branches appeared on his body.

Crow...?

Bronto's last thoughts were not answered, and disappeared completely.

And in the air, the silver crow, or Yago, didn't even look at Bronto again. His gaze swept directly to the stone book on the side.

Yago recognizes the words that Bronto doesn't recognize, the square-like words that are structured with lines.

In other words, it is impossible not to recognize him.

"We succeeded. At this node, the singer actually observed it."

"But the distance is too far."

"Shadow Mage, call the Shadow Mage."

"But no, he hasn't woken up yet. He is still trying to reproduce the mirror world of wizards. There is no way until he wakes up."

"Then what should I do?"

"Let him come."

"Every tower at the end has its own responsibilities, except for his one."

"He is a backup setting, a substitute when a key node is destroyed or cannot function..."

"Are you sure? The record left by the wizard says that the concept of the origin of the Tower at the End is easy..."

"We have no other way."

"This may be our only chance."

"The wizards have already failed, and we can't fail anymore, or wait for our results..."

"......I understand."

Sentences in the format of a dialogue record are engraved on stone book carvings.

Yago clearly saw the content inscribed in the words he was familiar with.

"The observation site has been successfully stabilized."

"Connect! Connect! What is needed is a connection!"

"What to use as a connection!"

"Stars, anchor with the location of the stars! Use all the stars!"

"You are crazy!"

"Don't try to stop me, I'm done."

"Knowledge is the best bridge and the only means to overcome obstacles. If you use the stars..."

"No, dreams are a better choice."

The words on the stone books came to an abrupt end.

It was interrupted abruptly.

However, Yago will not underestimate the content of these words.

Just because the text is written in the form of Chinese characters, Yago can't take it lightly.

However, Yago had some doubts.

Although the content on the pages of the book is written in Chinese characters in the language of the Celestial Dynasty, its grammatical habits do not quite conform to the habits of the Celestial Dynasty.

There is a...strong sense of translation?

Still the feeling of translation.

But more importantly.....

Cognitive fragmentation.

The stone book sculpture gave him a feeling of being in a book world, a feeling somewhat similar to the abilities of a headless horseman and a soul-sender.

The secret way.

At the moment when he contacted the abilities of the headless knight and the soul-sender, Yago made a judgment.

This is the product of the power of the secret path.

However, he also felt that this stone book sculpture was being firmly restrained by the surrounding shadows and the power formed by those shadows.

Or maybe...protecting?

Puzzled thoughts emerged.

However, at this time, the huge flame-like eyes were gradually disappearing as the night closed, and Attila's voice also sounded in his ears:

"Move fast, I can't hold it anymore."

Despite his reluctance, Yago could only choose to withdraw.