Lord of the Silver Crow

Chapter 866: The other end of the battlefield

Yago didn't get any clues from the flood knight who was in a strange state, but the other party's malice and hostility towards him also seemed to disappear.

However, at least, he can act "normally".

Without any constraints.

This situation made Yago a little at a loss.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the words of the Blood Banquet Emperor clearly expressed the other party's desire to control.

If Yago didn't make a mistake, in the other party's words, as long as that majesty loses interest in him, he will have to die.

In order to realize this possibility, Yago also had to think about the fact that the other party had a strong power, intelligence network, and tracking means, or what means to restrain him would be left on him.

but.

After receiving an "amnesty" from that majesty, he was not restrained by any means.

Therefore, the possibility of "possessing the'absolute' power and means can guarantee to find him and deal with him" is naturally at the forefront.

Yago is really not optimistic enough to put his hopes on the other side by saying "that majesty is just joking", "that majesty is not capable of restricting him", "just hello", "no plan to do anything at all". The reason in the body convinces oneself.

For what reason did that majesty allow him to act after giving him the title of "Silver Knight"?

How do you plan to use him? What purpose do you use him to achieve?

Unfortunately, no one can answer these questions...

No, "Ms. Tower", and "Attila", and...

Shugein?

The silhouettes passing by in his mind were finally fixed on the body of a fog crow.

Shugein, what are you doing now?

He couldn't help but think.

.....

At the other end of the distance, in the endless mist.

A giant bird with a hazy figure, as if blending in with the fog, draws an invisible trajectory in the endless fog.

However, nothing can find it.

There is no such thing as finding it.

Where it passes, everything is broken and twisted, architectural, biological, and all kinds of things, all in distorted posture, in various forms, exist in this ruin-like land. Among.

very familiar.

Inexplicably, it feels familiar here.

However, it does not know where it is.

The misty giant bird, this creature with a vague outline like a mist crow, swept across this ruined land.

This piece of land that it has definitely not seen before, and the picture that it does not have in the memory of unknown origin, has given it an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Where is it here?

What is the place here?

It only knows that this is the other side of the battlefield where endless wolves are raging in the doomsday-like battlefield.

The wolves that were raging on that doomsday battlefield, at this moment, changed in its heart.

They are not watchdogs that guard treasures and important places.

It was a group of hounds who walked out from here in order to strangle, from this place that had to pass through the ruined battlefield.

A group of bloodthirsty hunters controlled by a powerful existence, not some ridiculous slaves who glorified "slavery" into "loyal" or even "closeness" and "relatives" in the mouth of certain slave owners.

It suddenly realized that it seemed that it wasn't a good choice to go through that battlefield.

Didn't you really get discovered?

Did you really escape the hunt of the bloodthirsty wolves because of your ability?

It couldn't help but questioned its own experience, which seemed to be filled with crises and there was actually no fatal and dangerous experience.

From stepping into the phantom world, from entering the apocalyptic battlefield in search of sequence mystery to the present, even it has no idea how long it has gone through, and it has not experienced any fatal crisis.

I have to say that the deadliest thing happened a long time ago, when one's own sequence pathway suddenly got out of control and became disordered.

The reason is also very clear.

Diago was completely out of control.

Diago had already encountered it once before it got out of control.

However, with the help of that lady, it also solved the root cause-

What power connects oneself with Diago.

This situation is actually obvious, and I can resonate with Diago to a certain extent and even share consciousness in common. This alone is enough to prove it.

But, more importantly, under the guidance of the lady, the connection between itself and Diago also discovered that it is maintained by the balance between "sequence" and "mystery".

This situation makes it closely related to Diago. In most cases, the interests are the same, and the goals and actions will be the same.

The memory in the mind tells it that this method of binding interests is often used...

Especially...it itself.

Yes, although it has not found the source of its memory and clarified its identity, memory tells it that it is one of the unquestionable objects of those who often use this method.

But more importantly.....

The tenacity of the connection between himself and Diago was that it could not cut off until not long ago.

There is no doubt that it comes from the power of high sequence.

Although it is impossible to cut off the connection, this connection, with its strength, can only be weakened.

Because the source of strength seems to be far away from oneself.

Therefore, in the second encounter with this situation, with some preparations, it avoided the first situation.

However, it is a bit puzzled.

Shouldn't Diago, who is out of control, stay in that rubble forever?

However, no one has been able to answer this question.

until.....

He came to this side.

The foggy crow turned his head and looked at the endless mist in the distance.

After passing through the doomsday battlefield, it could feel that the connection, the connection between itself and Diago, seemed to have disappeared.

Moreover, here, its two approaches do not show any signs of conflict.

Its sequence capabilities coexist very peacefully.

This situation gave it an idea.

Sequences cannot coexist, which is an artificial barrier.

Moreover, it only exists over there, on the other end of the battlefield.

Mist Crow... or Shugein, vaguely grasped the inspiration passing through his mind.

However, at this moment, it flew over the ruins and its sight suddenly became stagnant.

Wait a minute, what's that?

Its line of sight was fixed on the huge trace of a painting painted on the earth.

To be more precise, this is a huge pothole, but because it is too large, the self in it has the impression of "trace".

Some huge creature crawled out from here.

Shuge frowned.