Lord of the Silver Crow

Somewhere in the material world.

Under the **** sky, no matter where it was, it was stained with blood, and even the earth was turned into flesh and blood.

However, only this strange island was not infested by blood.

On the island, the gorgeous and vicissitudes of the old castle seemed extremely silent under such circumstances.

Suddenly, the entire island suddenly sank from the scene isolated in the blood-colored ocean, merged with the blood-colored surroundings, and was placed under the cover of the blood-colored sky.

Inside the castle, in the top room that was strangely uncontaminated with any dust, there was a large ornately decorated bed on it.

A young man lying on the bed.

The man wore a white shirt, tuxedo-like tunic and a black-gray tunic shawl hung on a standing hanger beside it.

Suddenly, the man's palm moved slightly.

Under the short and medium silver hair, closed eyes opened, revealing a touch of silver.

The man sat up suddenly.

With a vigilant gaze, he looked in all directions.

here it is......

The man looked out the window, and the **** sky was reflected in his vision.

A sense of trance emerged.

How long has it been since this scene?

No, it's not "how long".

For him, this **** scene was just a street tree that appeared from time to time on the road and disappeared as he progressed.

The man rubbed his wrists, habitually, he reached out to the bed, took off the coat with silver folds on his chest, put it on, and then put the short silver-gray robe on top of the coat. .

After doing all this, with a sense of exhaustion, he walked out the door.

However, just then, as he passed by the desk at the door, he noticed something.

On the desktop, a piece of paper pressed by a quill pen, engraved a few words:

[Tejiwa], [Fapor], [Agassite]

Both the first two words were crossed out, only the last word was not crossed out.

Seeing this situation, the man couldn't help sighing:

"The patron saint of the sun."

"The destructive **** of the sun."

"...The patron saint of the undead."

After recognizing the meaning of each word, the man couldn't help sighing again:

"Whether it's a trap or something, can't it be simpler."

With a sense of exhaustion, as if he had been running around everywhere, the man rubbed his shoulders, his silver eyes, and looked out of the castle, in the **** sky:

"Although I finally figured out one thing, after that war, the world has turned upside down."

"Time has collapsed. I can't go through it. I can only move the entire time manually. It's really troublesome and tiring."

Immediately, he seemed to remember something, picked up the quill, turned the pages of the paper, and engraved numbers on it.

-----The Original Eye---

----- Doomsday Battlefield-

-----The Nest of Fantasy Dreams-

Machinery Nation-Mist Nation---

Material world

-Knowing the Kingdom--The Kingdom of Death-

------Boundless Deep Space------

----- Rules Corridor ------

snake------

Immediately, he drew lines between words.

While portraying, he sighed:

"Don't change other people's creations casually. Although they are all creations, the prototypes are not a system. The difference is too far."

While talking, he drew another picture:

--1--

--3------2---

--5------4---

------6

--8------7---

------9------

-----10------

1-2, 2-3, 3-4, 4-5, 5-6, 6-7, 7-8, 8-9, 9-10.

In order, the man connected the numbers one by one, and then compared them with the above picture.

However, after the comparison, his face looked even more tired.

"Cognition..."

His gaze is fixed on the empty space in Figure 6-8 below, and then on the empty space 1-3.

"Demon", "Dreamland"

While whispering, his gaze flicked across unconnected spaces.

"Snakes and birds are both mobile. If they are forcibly fixed together, even the world tree will be broken."

With a strong sense of helplessness, the man couldn't help but sighed, tearing up the artwork:

"It's probably impossible to prevent it. The cognitive traction has made the rules and structures merged together, and it is about to collapse. I only hope that the person's anger will not be too bad."

As if chattering, he engraved a few words on the desktop with a quill pen:

"Dancer, Scribe, Summoner, Double-faced, Blood, Oak Sage, Cradle Poet"

As he engraved the text, seven figures were vomited out of the snake-like, illusory time phantom.

After the seven figures were condensed, they looked at the man with silver hair and silver eyes with a very complicated expression.

The man just spread his hands and apologized in a rather sincere tone:

"Sorry, time and order have collapsed. Without using the power of gods and rules, I can't act. Anyway, I helped you escape the catastrophe. Can you make a difference?"

His words caused the seven people of different shapes to look at each other involuntarily, and then reluctantly shook their heads amid the complex expression changes, and left back and forth from the castle.

After a few people left, the man couldn't help but sighed with emotion:

"Without strength, you can't even retaliate, you can only compromise."

Immediately, he called out a silver, weird book, on which a silver quill pen, which was as dark as a shadow, quickly engraved words:

"Invisible dancer." His body, his blood gushing out of his body, forming an indefinite, phantom like countless stars, converging in squirming, forming words on the pages of the book.

"The man in the mirror." The illusory human figure resembling a silhouette, like a twilight shadow, as if a strange figure reflected in a mirror, covered in dim light, condensed on the silver book pages, forming words.

"The power of time is indeed fascinating. It can reproduce the power of various gods, but..."

"Those wizards really dare to chant spells indiscriminately...If the rules of the world are not broken, and the time is separated from the backbone, maybe there really is a **** of restraint coming to this world."

"However, it is because of these bold wizards that the river will be broken for a long time."

"Who knows, however, is like it is, using cognition to shape the image of a god, and believing in this thing is originally an artificial god..."

"Personifying and concretizing the rules of nature, human beings have a first-class talent for life and death."

However, just by engraving two, the man's complexion became a little ugly.

However, he did not stop.

One after another, his blood, that silver blood was constantly cracked from his body, reappearing the power of each god, fixed as words in various strange and strange gestures.

ps: Haha, I didn't expect it, the silver blood really corresponds to the "lover"~

For mass point 3, the corresponding element is time.

Matter 6, the corresponding element is life.

And "lovers"-"3-6".

When it comes to "lovers", if we also go to the time aspect, the basic elements related to life are "reproduction" and "reproduction".

"Singer", in addition to the "heroic epic", the most common of all kinds of poems are all kinds of works of love and love.

No, in fact, there are more plots of entangled love in the heroic epic.

I can't write any kind of love and love, so I can only focus on such elements as "time" and "reproduction".

Splitting, multiplying, and self-fissioning, one person is a whole family.

Moreover, from the names of those sequences, you should be able to see the connection with various other channels.

Such as "cradle poet" and "sleeper".