Lord of the Silver Crow

In this strong sense of shock, seeing everything in the hall, weird changes have also taken place.

At this moment, the originally solid wall was creeping.

The man above the throne also stood up from the throne that had unknowingly turned into flesh and blood, and after a glance at Yago, he said:

"It's a pity that you returned to the realm of'life' in the end, but it doesn't matter.'Debt Collector' and'Shadow of Time' can also be given to you. If you don't train you, it's really not easy to deal with that goddess. ."

When the voice fell, in Yago's field of vision, the flesh and blood was seen in the hall, where a wall of flesh and blood had cracked a huge crack.

Yago felt a strong sense of stillness.

"Looking at you, I'm quite interested in those useless history, and this estimate can satisfy your interest--"

"The true source of the ‘sequence’ and the ‘path’."

In the joking laugh of the majesty on the throne, Yago saw a few spheres of scarlet flesh falling out of the cracked wall in the cracked wall.

If it was the past, Yago might not be able to detect it.

but now......

The spheres condensed out of scarlet flesh and blood carry a strong breath of life, like eggs, eggs.

Yago's body, the crow on the headless man's shoulders is staring at the blood-colored eggs.

Phantom.

Mysterious phantom.

The phantom lines that Yago saw that constituted the "mystery" were distributed like blood vessels in this blood-colored giant egg.

Moreover, Yago could feel that in these phantoms and text lines, strong or weak hatred, fear, and despair were dissipated.

These weak wills mingled together, twisted, and showed their twisted faces toward Yago.

It was one face after another, blocked by a silver chain that was still like a stream of light.

Yes, even though there was no change on the flesh and blood egg, Yago still clearly saw such a scene.

Yago knew the reason.

"Cognitive" creatures.

Or "information" creatures.

Observing things from his perspective, above the representations of those things, there will be a lot of "information" revealed.

Emotions, desires...

Those phantoms that constitute mystery, in his view at this time, are not simple symbols, nor are they simple words containing strange power.

That is a living person!

Or in other words, among those powers, among those phantoms of words, are mixed with the consciousness and spirit of one person after another.

They were forcibly twisted and fixed to this appearance by some force.

Perhaps with some shock, perhaps with some confusion, but also strangely calm, as if he had seen countless complicated emotions, Yago turned his gaze back and looked at the man on the throne.

"I said, wizards are pragmatists."

The lord of the empire, the majesty who had no idea about him, responded to him with a calm and even smiling face:

"As long as it is effective, the better the effect, the worse the negative impact, for the wizard, it is a better answer."

"It doesn't matter if this method will harm others."

Yes, this evaluation of pragmatists is indeed difficult for Yago to refute.

After all, the core value of the pragmatist is "efficiency", whether it is effective, and how efficient is the best...

Pragmatists can easily judge the value of themselves and others as machine-like things.

And at this moment, Yago suddenly thought of something and looked at his "body".

His real body has been integrated into the text of the page that he thought was "the world in the book" before.

Those words that exist in cognitive form, the city, have become part of his body.

In his cognitive world, the huge city that exists in a mercury-like posture is not only his consciousness, but also his real body.

And the "crow" that carries his body, let him use the "crow" as the medium of cognition to be fixed, this mercury crow, its body is the blood of silver.

"Silver Blood" is also not a substance in its existing form.

To be precise, the blood of silver is something that can exist across forms.

It can be an illusory existence in general conscious cognition.

It can also be a physical substance.

At this moment, Yago paid attention to another thing.

As an extraordinary person with dual sequences and dual pathways, there should also be illusions of words in his body.

where is it?

Soon, Yago's consciousness sank into the realm of cognition and returned to the city of mercury.

Building after building appeared as Yago's eyes swept over.

Finally, he found his goal.

In this city of mercury, there are concealed rooms without doors.

Silently, in order to verify his ideas, Yago entered these rooms with no entrance.

Then, when he entered the first room, he saw something.

In the prison constructed of mercury, countless silver chains converged from all directions, fettering an illusory figure.

A... a headless knight.

Silver, broken armor, covering the body of a humanoid.

Yes, humanoids.

A humanoid with bird claws and winged hands.

Toba and bones can be seen from the gaps in the armor...

That pair of armor did not match the body of this humanoid, no matter its size or otherwise.

It's like putting a strong man's armor on a child's body forcibly.

As a crow, Yago looked at the headless knight, his pair of crow eyes shook a little.

On the ground, there is also a helmet, which is also bound and connected by an extended chain.

Turning his eyes slightly, Yago saw a skull inside the helmet.

Not humans, but birds.

"Report to the dead bird."

Bone bird with black feather...

Yago realized what this humanoid was wearing an ill-fitting armor.

He could also clearly perceive that from above the armor, from the body of the bone bird, a faintly chaotic will spread.

Fragmented words, chaotic and foolish murmurs that can't even be put together in specific words and sentences.

With inexplicable emotions, Yago walked through the wall of mercury and walked towards the wall.

After passing through a wall, Yago saw another figure.

It was a figure in a broken black robe, also imprisoned by countless mercury chains.

Not a "gatekeeper".

Yago was a little surprised and wary at first, but soon, he realized the outline of the body under the black robe.

Lifting his black robe, Yago saw a human form that was as thin as a bone.

but......

This twisted and slender figure has several holes on its arms, on the arms that are only wrapped in skin.

It's like a bone flute.

Suddenly, a word popped into Yago's mind:

"The Poet of Corpse".