Lord of the Silver Crow

Even though he could perceive the horror of this "lest", Yago moved towards this strange area of ​​intertwined light and dark.

The closer he gets, the more Yago can feel the abnormalities in this area.

Because, as he approached, Yago even found that his senses seemed to be distorted.

Obviously it is a perception that spreads forward, but what is captured is something in the other direction.

but......

Is there a problem with the direction of the extension of one's senses, or is the information and representation of this light and dark nest misplaced?

After walking for a while, Yago stopped.

Gate.

In front of him, is a gate.

However, this is the information captured by his perception, mixed with several different results.

In terms of "visual information", this is the same as the surrounding area, like a wall-like nest structure formed by interlacing light and dark objects.

In terms of "auditory information", this place is empty without any obstructions.

Taking "olfactory information" as an example, from this area, a rotten stench of corpses gushes out-the stench of a large amount of decaying objects.

In terms of "tactile information", there is wind blowing here, but the direction is not consistent with the direction of the smell captured by the sense of smell. The wind is blowing from the side.

As far as he is concerned, as the cognitive senses that ordinary creatures do not possess as "cognitive life", there is a "door" in front of him.

A huge door.

The confusing and overlapping information bothered Yago.

However, Yago did not rush into this invisible door.

He turned around and walked in the direction that the wind was blowing.

After Yago took a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

Because the things around him, the things he perceives, all kinds of information, have changed.

The place where he was was no longer in front of the nest of illusory light and shadow, but an empty area.

He saw a very horrible building.

White, as if a building formed by innumerable silk threads intertwined.

A cluster of white buildings.

Huge and pale, like churches...

monastery?

Although the form of the buildings is somewhat similar to churches, Yago quickly recognizes that these buildings are closer to the monastery.

A monastery and a church are not the same thing.

A monastery may contain a church, but a church is just a church.

The monastery is closer to the concepts of "hermitage" and "study place". There are basically all kinds of buildings related to life and theology, and churches are also set up.

The church is only a gathering place for worshippers and prayers, and a place for preaching to non-believers.

Although there are very few two types of buildings with obvious differences in the era when Yago lived, they still exist.

However, for Yago, it doesn't matter whether it is a monastery or a church.

The important thing is the buildings themselves.

These buildings, these pale buildings, are more like... huge cocoons, and like the carapace of arthropods.

When the word "cocoon" came out of his mind, Yago felt his body chill inexplicably.

If it's someone else, maybe it doesn't care.

But Yago can't do it.

After all, in his field of cognition, in that Mercury City, those cognition images that represent probabilistic pathways in those enclosed rooms are all in the state of being parasitic by worms.

These things in front of him, these terrifying pale buildings, are closely related to the deviation of his probability path.

After taking a deep breath, Yago slowed his mind, tightened his nerves, and walked towards this stretch of pale monastery.

The closer he gets, the more he can feel what seems to have changed.

However, in an inexplicable impulse, he didn't even carefully investigate what happened to him, and he kept walking towards the pale monastery.

He came to the gate of the monastery.

The gray-white silk thread constitutes a fence similar to the architectural style of the monastery seen in previous lives.

In his perception, these fences are surprisingly consistent with the treacherous environment around them.

There is no such thing as the dislocation of various information that I felt when I first entered this light and dark, dream-like nest.

Yago stretched out his hand.

It was also at this time that he realized that his hands had turned into silver-gray armor at some point.

However, at this moment, his armor was not as smooth as before, like metal, as smooth as flowing mercury.

It's a rough material, more like the chitin shell of a certain creature.

However, in appearance, he still looked like a headless horseman.

Still no head.

Several gray buildings are put together in the structure of tower bridges. This kind of serious military castle architecture is rare in ancient European history. Instead, it appears more in the structures decorated for decoration after the Renaissance, Yago Naturally familiar.

However, looking at these buildings, Yago has the feeling of seeing some kind of arthropod body structure.

His "cognitive senses" captured such information.

With that inexplicable feeling, Yago continued to move forward.

For some reason, he has a strange sense of familiarity.

As if I am familiar with it...

Driven by this inexplicable feeling, Yago went straight to the center of the monastery. He didn't even observe the various things that appeared on both sides of the road, but went straight forward.

Finally, he came to a huge building like a church.

The door was open, as if it had only been opened not long ago, but the mottled trace seemed to have been opened and not closed a long time ago.

Yago let out a deep breath and walked into the church with an inexplicable mood.

Then he stopped.

In his field of vision, in his line of sight, there is a huge statue inside this church.

In this church, there are no chairs, no decorations, only this statue.

Roughly speaking, this statue is a pale sphere with complicated and strange patterns on the surface.

However, if you look closely, you can see that the "patterns" on the sphere are essentially the arthropods and tentacles that resemble insects.

However, Yago could also feel it.

This is an "empty shell".

This is the shell of an arthropod-like creature.

Inexplicably, under a certain impulse, Yago sticks out his arm.

He opened his mouth.

How did he open his "mouth" without a head?

When this idea came up, it had already been answered.

His arm, the silver-white arm like an armor, suddenly tore open, tearing open a crack.

In the horrible scene, his arm "gnawed" up the statue.