Lord of the Silver Crow

Amidst the flame-like, twisted door door of the whirlpool, a girl wearing swaying flame-like feather ornaments on the back of her head, her eyes looked out of the whirlpool, and the constantly flickering and distorted pictures made her expression painful.

"He succeeded?"

"No, he didn't succeed."

"No, he succeeded."

Confusing and contradictory chattering came from the girl's mouth.

But it was also at this moment, she heard a voice in a daze.

The voice was chaotic, as if countless languages ​​were mixed together, but what she could understand was:

"who are you?"

It seems that the mixed sounds of countless languages ​​are meant to convey this question.

"Battia Simmons"

In a daze, the girl whispered the word.

This seems to represent all her compound syllables.

It seems that her existence itself was born because of the word "Battia Simmons".

No, it's not like that.

She instinctively and subconsciously wanted to deny and resist the idea.

However, the power that knows everything and can predict everything is telling her--

Yes, she was born here and will be destroyed here.

Born as "Battia Simmons".

Destroyed as "Battia Simmons".

However, there was another voice, an invisible and innocent voice, as if from the true thoughts from the bottom of her heart, telling her:

She is not important, her existence is to be separated from the source of everything, she has nowhere to go.

The purpose of her existence is to make the source of all chaos pure.

So, where should she go?

Where should "Battia Simmons" go?

Feathers swaying like flames are swaying. Like every owner, she is in this eternal night...

There is nowhere to go, there is nowhere to go astray.

Her eyes looked at the dark and gloomy boundless deep space with a sense of perplexity.

.......

Material world.

On the earth where the endless filth is piled up, one after another black shadows are permeating.

Suddenly, a huge dragon, a mixture of blue ice crystals and filthy blood, emerged from the filthy soil.

As if the sound of flesh and blood breaking, the sharp giant claws tore the earth apart.

There was a trace of humanized confusion in the eyes of the blood crystal dragon, and then turned around, as if a dull whispered roar came from its mouth:

"The long-dead fake was reborn because of the creator's whisper..."

The dragon of blood crystal, in a trance, recites a sonnet that he is familiar with, as if he had heard it from a bard:

"The chaotic and empty deep space, the source of everything is roaring meaninglessly."

"There is only chaos, no form, no concept, no source of space and time in deep space."

"The roar penetrates all things, all concepts, all things that originate from Him."

"That's revelation."

"There is no revelation that any creature can fully understand."

"..."

"His murmur attracted a messenger."

"From him, to end in him, will also spread his revelation to the end of time."

Sentence after murmur, the eyes of the blood crystal-like dragon gradually became clear.

The memory of being a "Friesen" and being a "human" was completely dissolved at the moment this uncontrollable horror instinct emerged, as if a touch of paint was dissolved in the endless waters.

It is an apostle, it is a messenger, it is one of the substitutes of the will that is the source of everything.....

It is the same as every flesh and blood creature on this land, and every flesh and blood creature on this filthy earth.

The blood-colored giant wings flapped like ice crystals, and the dragon's body rose into the air, and quickly moved away over the earth covered by the blood-colored sky.

......

In the direction that the blood crystal dragon was advancing, almost all cities had been completely reduced to ruins.

Inside, there are almost not many living people, not many extraordinary people who can still maintain their own will, almost all of them have turned into monsters.

Only the city of Di Lude, in this unremarkable city, there are "human beings" that can move.

However, at this moment, this has also reached its limit.

Endless, gloomy, all kinds of bizarre, silhouette-like shadow monsters, and countless weird insects and butterflies are fighting in this city.

The strong impact of the collision of forces destroyed one after another building that had become flesh and blood.

These buildings, which seemed to be alive, cried out hoarse and painful wailing at the moment they were destroyed.

Shadow-like silhouettes of various strange monsters continued to emerge, completely ignoring the painful wailing of the city.

The monster with bizarre double-horned horns, and the colleague flapping the wings formed by the huge membrane wings, suddenly stretched out his hands, and a blazing, distorted shadow that seemed to be able to swallow and melt everything emerged.

The moment the shadow emerged, it quickly solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned into a flame-like entity, and rushed towards a large group of twisted and strange gray-white insect butterflies.

However, at this moment, the gray-white insects and butterflies were all deformed and distorted, and the scale wings formed by the gray-white things like protoplasm suddenly became smooth, becoming like a mirror surface.

The moment that flame emerged, it reflected its trail on the mirror-like wings, distorted on the mirror surface that was not straight.

Almost at the same time, the flames released by the shadow monsters were like flames on the mirror surface, suddenly distorting their shapes, rapidly shrinking from large to small, and even disappeared directly into the air.

And in this war-like scene, a touch of silver hung in the sky like a galaxy, motionless.

Only the faint, snake-like outline was revealed.

The eyes concealed in the river of illusion like starlight watched the scenes.

She can recognize it, she can recognize the source of these powers.

As "time", he may be indifferent, recording all this with the ballads and poems resonating in the long river of time, as a rule-like manifestation, indifferently completing himself as a "tool", as a "phenomenon", as a " Order" responsibility. .

But as "time", she would not do this.

The winding starlight, the illusory silver light like a snake shadow, with a clear smile, as if waiting for something, watching this scene.

As a manifestation of "time" but not "time", she knows the current situation very well.

The waves of the long river of time flowing outside the world have destroyed this world, including time as this world, and self as a tributary, has also been fragmented.

Everything has collapsed, including time itself.

She knows many things and can feel many things.

but.....

She, who is here now, is only a "part".

From the perspective of "time", she can see how her fragmented body is intertwined and intertwined randomly.

At another distant time, her split and disintegrated body was isolated from the interconnected time.

At a time "close at hand", that is, another segment of her body, several segments of her body were mismatched.

And these physical stages of her are moving.

Seeing this scene, she smiled:

"Destroy the world? Yes, that's right, destroy the world."

As if she knew something, she smiled and looked at the eyeballs that seemed to destroy the world, constantly creating cognitive shadows raging behind the shadow cracks.

That eyeball, when she swept her gaze, glanced back at her, but...

Ignore.

Completely ignored her meaning.

"When is the final chapter?"

The illusory Milky Way lingering in the sky swayed slightly, and the meaning of laziness permeated, like an audience waiting for the big show.