Lord of the Silver Crow

His body, the silver body like a haze, suddenly gathered at this moment.

In this change, the silver haze condenses into a human-like silhouette.

Like a robe, but also like a person.

But that empty body with no substance makes it difficult to identify it with humans.

The shimmering, dusky silhouette of the human figure is as thin as a veil.

but.....

After that, it seemed to hide something.

And Yago, also feels this way.

However, he couldn't feel anything.

"Empty".

There is no content.

There is no face, no entity, a solidified, illusion-like silver body that just floats in the sky, floating on the edge of the battlefield where the three powerful beings are.

In this strong sense of emptiness, Yago once again turned his gaze to the tall tower in the mist.

The figure shrouded in the mist came into his vision once again.

However, this time, what he saw was still only a cloud of confusion.

However, the same situation represents different results.

The fog I saw before was just a barrier.

A fog barrier that blocks perception, understanding, and feedback.

And the fog that I see now can be directly seen by Yago, his essence.

"Unknown", "Unknown".

"Mystery"

In my memory, a familiar voice pronounced the title.

Along with this name, Arabella's wizards tried to artificially create memories of gods.

However, the one thing Yago had to pay attention to most was——

Failed product.

The Arabella wizard's plan to artificially create a **** failed.

This man-made **** had already been destroyed because it was uncontrollable.

but why......

However, it was also at this moment that another throbbing feeling emerged.

The mist-shrouded mass, the thing that has no outline, no feature, and cannot be accurately described, "looks" towards where he is.

Then Yago seemed to hear something.

"Mystery" seems to be expressing something.

However, Yago couldn't understand.

The information itself seems to have no outline, no characteristics, no recognition and classification, no recognition.

However, the moment he received this information, he found that his body had changed again.

The twilight-like, stagnant silver mist body, in the hollow of the body, something seems to be forming inside the "door".

In his body, or he, has the contents.

"He knows where the gate is."

"He is the door."

"He is the key to the door."

"He is the gatekeeper."

However, it was also at this moment that Yago was stunned.

Because, what is the opposite of the fact that there is no content?

If he has no "contents", then what is he now?

Now he is just... the shell?

At this moment, in his field of vision, in his field of vision, a figure appeared.

......

In a scene where "flesh" and "metal" are corroding each other.

Manipulating the roots of the vines, resisting the offensive and trying to counter the "Duke Rose", at this moment, the pupils of the rose-like pattern suddenly enlarged.

Whenever any creature observes and perceives it, it will produce a face like a baby's fascination with its mother, turning abruptly, as if looking for something.

In fact, it is exactly the same.

I don't know when, in the same scene pierced by flesh and blood, some things disappeared.

It's not a huge spiral twisted city.

It's not the mirror-like shadow either.

But...

The bell towers are similar in shape but not the same.

A series of flesh and blood branches and roots, at this instant, as her will suddenly spread, seemed to be looking for those bell towers that had disappeared silently not long ago.

At almost the same time, the terrifying spider that had taken the offensive and the metal floating island turned into a defensive position.

However, this situation did not last long.

The tall towers pierced by the branches shook with the movements of the roots of the branches.

The whole world seemed to sway along with it.

It's not just physical and spatial shaking.

Mind, life, order, time...

But it was also at this time that endless, phantom-like fog surges.

In the phantom fog, as if everything was blocked, nothing could be revealed.

No, it should be said that all features, all outlines are melted, dissolved, and mixed together.

And in that mist tide, a certain outline can be vaguely seen, like the outline phantom of a certain creature.

Seeing this scene, many cracks suddenly appeared on the flesh and blood vines.

immediately.....

Like a flower bud, the flesh and blood gather on the branches and vines, forming huge flower buds.

Such a change was almost completed in an instant.

In almost a moment, the huge flower bud opened.

The wriggling flesh and blood formed a terrifying creature in it.

Countless flesh and blood tentacles are like huge monsters assembled by mollusks.

The tide-green body is full of moist and soft body, like some kind of terrifying predator diving deep under the sea abyss.

Countless squirming tentacles, like limbs of hands and feet, like suckers, allowed this monster with soft fins to crawl out of the buds.

From the moment it crawled out, this monster with tentacles resembling a giant whale suddenly opened its mouth.

In the next moment, an endless, terrifying wave like sound rushed towards the sea of ​​fog.

"it's useless."

Looking at all this, Yago spit out his instinctive judgment in a low voice.

And the fact is just as he said.

When the voice fell, in the endless waves of mist, another large phantom-like mist seemed to suddenly come to life. It suddenly expanded and extended upwards, as if intending to destroy the giant whale-like tentacle monster. The body swallowed in one bite.

Of course, the situation has not been so smooth.

The terrifying giant whale with its tentacle-like limbs opened suddenly.

In the next moment, a wave resembling a sound wave violently quaked, smashing most of the phantom fog ahead.

However, at this moment, on the scarlet vines, around the huge flower buds drilled by the terrifying giant whale, clusters of small flower buds emerged again.

Among these flower buds, drilled out one after another with the characteristics of fish and lizards, and collided against the phantoms arched by the tide of fog.

Phantom and sonic waves intertwined and collided, stirring up a discordant sonata.

In a confrontation that is not a war but a far-reaching victory, a series of huge pillars of flesh and blood grow out with buds.

One by one, the figures fell on the earth again in the posture of flesh and blood creatures.

ps: The work and rest time has collapsed. I always finish writing at two or three o'clock, and then go to work so sleepy, catching fish and dozing off, it’s not weird to be fired one day...