Lord of the Silver Crow

Outside the material world, above the illusory earth shrouded in endless mist.

The silhouettes of people in black robes stopped on the endless ground.

In front of them, a piece of ruins that had been destroyed for an unknown amount of time was left on the ground.

One by one, people in black robes moved closer to the ruins and entered the ruins.

Like wandering ghosts, the black-robed men rummaged around in the ruins.

Before long, a voice rang:

"found it."

The people in black robes moved closer together.

"It's Wyatt, the blue-blooded one of the'seventh scepter'." The black-robed man standing on the spot picked up a strange tooth from the ruins.

Like some kind of animal teeth, slender and sharp.

"The seventh scepter, is the son of dusk?"

"Yes, at the beginning of the glory, one of the wizard families who hunted down the gods "Children of the Twilight"."

The black-robed man who responded put away the tooth, and under the looming face under the hood, there was a strange mask:

"For the sake of our lord, in order to return to the old days, we must take the power of these rebellious people back to our lord.

The other black-robed people also uttered devout babbles, as if they were praying, as if they were whispering, spreading across the fog-shrouded ground.

"My lord is the only true **** of glory."

"My lord is the only master of the old days."

"My lord is the only master of Twilight."

"All rebellious gods originate from my lord."

"All rebellious gods originate from the old days."

"All rebellious gods die in eternity."

After a short pause, the increasingly enthusiastic voice sounded again:

"My lord is the old days!"

"Lord of the old days is here!"

"Lord of the old days is now!"

"The Lord of the old days will always be there!"

Intoxicating whispers, with firm and crazy whispers:

"Eternal Spiral!"

"Nightmare drama!"

"Everything will be annihilated for eternity!"

"Prelude to the end of the old days!"

"Send the eternal doomsday for our Lord!"

......

Above the silent Dead Sea, Sander stared at the things that the black-robed men had salvaged:

"what is this?"

In his vision, the man in black robes who had not yet been caged with a hood, revealed a face covered with a strange bird feather, was holding a dark book page in his hand.

"We don't know either."

"It comes from a strange god."

"A strange **** with no root and no end."

"When he was discovered, he was captured by an ancient wizard."

"The ancient wizards exhausted all kinds of methods to study this weird **** who kept uttering incomprehensible murmurs."

"However, no spell or method can kill this unidentified god."

"His whisper will make the blue blood throb and whisper."

"His scream will make the blue-blooded lose themselves."

"His call will drive the blue blood into madness."

"...This is what was recorded in the research at the time."

The low voice made Sandel frowned silently and looked to the other side.

One after another strange humanoid creatures appeared in Sander’s field of vision. These feathered humanoid creatures threw out from the silent Dead Sea one by one, out of this "sea of ​​ignorance", and landed on the decaying On the giant ship.

After pondering for a moment, he asked:

"This god..."

"We can't find his record in the records or memories of ancient wizards more distant."

"However, we discovered that He is related to a race."

The black-robed man with a strange bird head looked at the dead sea level:

"Under the abyss, there is a **** who has not been robbed of power by the ancient wizards."

"A strange race that lives with this **** has this kind of power."

The black-robed man looked at the bottomless darkness under the dead ocean:

"A monster that can use the cognition of other creatures as a channel to cause disaster."

"The flame grows seeds."

"We have been salvaged from the sea of ​​ignorance for countless years, only to find this title."

"Only this title?"

Sandel couldn't help but wonder.

"Yes, there is only this title, and when we found this title from the cognition fragments of the wizard, we did not encounter the situation described in the record. The flame seed will appear as you recognize its existence. ."

The birdman wrapped in a black robe, and said with a voice without ups and downs:

"Does the flame seed really exist?"

"The title we are looking for may not refer to the race that lives with that god."

"or......"

The black-robed man looked at Sandel, his eyes deep:

"The entire race, the entire flame seed, is sealed by a powerful force similar to the sea of ​​ignorance, or..."

"Destroyed."

This sentence made Sander's mind sinking:

"What can be wiped out..."

"do not know."

The black-robed man looked at the other black-robed men:

"We can only salvage memories from this endless sea, salvage fragments of their cognition."

After speaking, he looked towards the sky, towards the silent sky:

"In the memory of ancient wizards, the monster named'Dead Bird' did not have the ability to enter the sea of ​​ignorance to salvage fragments of cognition."

"They are a group of hunters who will throw living creatures into the Phantom Realm, let them die under the erosion of the Phantom Realm, and then take them out before being completely disintegrated and devour the spirit body."

"These monsters are formed because they are affected by the residue of the gods. They will not be killed by the Phantom Realm immediately. They have a certain ability to act in the Phantom Realm."

"right now....."

"Why is the "Say Dead Bird" a member of the "Path Sequence"?"

"We haven't found the answer yet."

"but......"

Everyone in black robes looked at Sandel together:

"You know the answer."

"You who came out of the tower alive know the answer."

Almost instantly, a strange feeling appeared in Shandel's induction.

He recalled it, a memory that seemed to have passed for a long time.

In the cemetery, one thing that funny and cautious young man told him...

In my mind, a strange and familiar memory emerged.

As a "professional" memory.

As...

The memory of the "Tomb Keeper".

He is the "Tomb Keeper".

Mercenaries hired by the church named Holy Light, who were different from the various churches he was familiar with.

Professionals with the title "Gravekeeper".

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the group of people in black robes in front of him.

Looking at the face among the black-robed men, that made him feel familiar before, Sander said the familiar name:

"Yalf?"

The black robe that had been wrapped up was torn off, and a half-human, half-bird face emerged, revealing a smiling face:

"It's rare, isn't it?"

ps: Although one of the most important nodes has been revealed according to the outline, it feels more difficult to write here. To avoid some descriptions that conflict with the previous things, it took a day and a half to write the entire book Going through it again, I'm really tired...