Lord of the Silver Crow

In the silent roar, the rotting dragon continued to struggle, trying to escape from the control of the spider silk.

However, it cannot be done.

The struggling movement of the corpse dragon, at least in Yago's field of vision, lasted for less than a few seconds, and stopped abruptly.

The flesh and blood of the head were torn apart, but the exposed fangs and bones seemed to be corrupted.

Between the upper and lower fangs and sharp teeth of this rotting dragon, the dark and silent power converged——

The breath of the dead dragon still blasted towards the tentacles that were constantly fluctuating like tides.

With a loud "explosion"——

It is not a sound, but a fuzzy feeling that is closer to the essence, and perhaps should be called a dynamic sense.

A feeling on another level, a feeling that Yago can hardly describe.

But he knew what it was.

Attila once said, the wizard’s path--

Using various routes, try the path to a higher level of life form transformation.

The kind of situation he understood with the example of "approximately high-dimensional life".

Between the various pathways, after stepping into the mid-sequence, the "secret light" that can be created, the kind that only the Extraordinary of this pathway can observe, is different from the "pollution", which has a substantial appearance in the eyes of the Extraordinary counterpart thing.

From this level to understand "pollution" and "secret light", then "pollution" is raw materials without specific forms, only having the corresponding "characteristics", while the secret light is a further step and further specializes in this characteristic. ....

No, maybe it should be said to be differentiation.

The sensation that Yago captured was not sound, but "sound" was the most similar and the easiest perception for normal people.

It is like wind and water. A person understands water but does not understand wind. It is easy to understand by describing the characteristics of wind and water.

The situation that Yago faced was more extreme than this example. After all, he could normally perceive the wind and understand the "wind".

However, the "sound" that Yago can feel is something that normal people cannot observe.

Including Yago himself, it was not directly observed.

This kind of thing that made him feel like water and sound was detected by the light of the established.

He was observed through the power of the card of the actor.

A more accurate description is due to the power of necromantic pathways and probabilistic pathways.

Although it is not certain, the source of this feeling is essentially from his body, from the power of the card of the dictator.

That force is completely opposite to this sense of turbulence.

Silence? peaceful? Stasis?

No, maybe it should be the "end"?

Yago remembered the word again.

And it's not just "sound".

There are also those two weird dragons, and those giant tentacles that appear like tides, are also observed under the feedback of this kind of power.

If there is no such power...

Perhaps, Yago could only see the outline of the agitated spirit mist, right?

When all the pre-determined light has been transformed into spider silk threads, when the "pollution" is exhausted and most of the means of self-protection are lost, he is very calm, or with a kind of death coming to the end. With a sense of relaxation, he calmly analyzed the phenomenon he saw in this dangerous situation where he could die under the impact of any one of them.

With a strange sense of movement, the huge tentacles that stirred him in his perception reminded him of tides and sounds, and suddenly slapped them down.

The breath of the rotting dragon, under the crush of the huge tentacles photographed in amazement, did not tear open a wound on the huge tentacles like before.

The huge tentacles are unscathed.

And the reason is the power that Yago feels...

"Tide Ming"

Combining various characteristics, Yago quickly thinks of the term "secret light" in Longfellow's memory for the tidal pathway.

Secret light.

The force that seems to sound like a tide, scrolling along with the huge tentacles, is the "tide cry", the "secret light" of the tidal path.

It should be said that not only the forces that are being stirred, but the huge tentacles themselves are composed of secret light.

The breath of the rotting dragon was crushed by this force in an instant.

The huge tentacles slapped on the body of the rotting dragon.

It is different from the pure white dragon without leakage.

This corpse-like giant dragon, the moment it was shot by the huge tentacles, its body was directly shattered.

Countless corrupt flesh and bones with a fluid-like texture are scattered all over.

And the bombardment of the huge tentacles swept toward the pure white and leak-free dragon.

The pure white dragon, with countless scaly crystals on its body, resonated at this moment.

The huge tentacles that swept toward it, facing the leakless dragon, showed countless crystalline white spots.

But the same trick was used in the previous situation, and it didn't take effect.

The huge tentacles covering the sky and the earth bombarded the body of the impervious dragon without any sense of obstruction, and slapped the body of the pure white dragon out.

Numerous cracks appeared on its body surface. It seems to be a delicate white porcelain about to be broken.

The castration continued, the huge tentacles lifted up from the bottom and hit the huge crack in the sky.

In the crack, the gray-white terrifying giant spider entrenched behind the crack, at this moment, moved again.

It seems that the arthropods made up of countless dolls suddenly protruded from the cracks--

Yago could clearly see the movement of the countless sluggish dolls on the huge arthropods pulling out gray-white silk threads.

A total of four spider feet protruded from the cracks. Among the movements of the numerous dolls on the spider feet simultaneously pulling, a giant gray web that can cover the cracks was formed. With the pulling action of the four spider feet , Open to the limit.....

then....

Pressed down like a hunting net.

Moreover, this gray-white giant net showed an unimaginable sharpness--

The moment the huge tentacles touched the spider web, the countless lines of probability on the spider web broke apart, but, in the same way, one after another cut cracks appeared on the huge tentacles.

fracture.

The huge tentacles were torn apart by the gray cobweb.

Each spider silk is like a sharp blade.

Looking at this scene, Yago was familiar and unfamiliar.

What is familiar is the line of probability and the power that cuts things.

He can be sure that the latter is the power he doesn't use much, to cut the line of probability.

The "cut and continue" of the phantom thief and the "distortion" of the Scarecrow.

However, Yago never passed the line of probability, and used the line of probability as a cutting tool like a sharp blade.

In the next moment, in Yago's field of vision, the huge tentacles covered by hunting net-like white spider silk, after breaking nearly 40% of the spider silk, were cut into pieces.