Lord of the Silver Crow

As Yago rushed toward Shugein's location and was quickly approaching the alley seen in the blurred image, a battle was taking place in the misty alley.

Oh oh oh!

A stern wind sounded, and the misty giant sword, which was generally like a phantom, vigorously swung towards the unkempt homeless man in front.

boom! ! !

With the great sword swinging, the mist surged, engulfing huge power.

In the face of the attack, the tramp with his right hand covered with blood and even unable to open his eyes, even if he hadn't turned on the spiritual vision and couldn't see the armored spirit, he felt like he had a premonition, and quickly rolled to the left.

boom! ! !

The floor tiles were shattered, and the spider-web-like cracks opened in all directions. The body of the tramp was blown out by the strong impact and hit the wall, scared that the window that had just opened was immediately closed.

Glancing at the closed window, the old man lowered his top hat slightly, and made a hoarse low voice:

"Don't struggle, leave the "mystery" of the wanderer, I won't kill you."

As he spoke, there was a harsh and illusory low growl around him.

The misty figure holding the huge sword was slightly solid beside him.

It was a tall figure with a dark gray full body armor and a helmet covered in his face.

And in the center of his illusory body, there was a white, rib-like object.

"Do you think that's possible?"

The **** tramp spit out a **** saliva and sneered:

"Living people are not mysterious things. Mysteries can be swept away by spiritual tides. If you want to take away my mysteries, you must kill me. I don't want to lose control."

Despite being at an absolute disadvantage, the tramp has no intention of surrendering or compromising.

"That's not necessarily." The old man lowered his top hat slightly and showed a smile. "It can be done by actively separating the mystery. It is also possible to maintain rationality after losing the mystery. It is only those who fail to become monsters."

The old man's words seemed to hit his smile, and he couldn't help laughing until he was choked by the gushing blood.

As blood dripped from his chin to his chest, he sneered and responded:

"What you said can only deceive the small organizations with little knowledge and the Church Extraordinary who have strictly kept secrets. Those who have joined us know that the mystery originates from the hidden existence of the boundless deep space. Starting from the acquisition of the'mystery', we It is already passively bearing the power pollution of high-sequence hidden existence, the pollution passed down from the sequence chain."

"Once you lose control, you become a monster? Become?"

"Hey, what we look like after losing control is our true posture."

The tramp showed a smile:

"Nothing is harmless.'Mystery' brings us strength, but it will also become our dependence. Once we step into the mysterious side, there is absolutely no way to look back."

"The higher the sequence, the more dangerous it is, and the'mystery' is both a hazard and a stable protection."

Looking at the stunned old man, and after another glance at the shadow standing beside him, the tramp laughed again:

"You don't know, do you? Stupid? How did you get promoted to Bone Picker?"

He seemed to think of something funny, his face became more and more mocking:

"Furthermore, after losing control, it is not called a monster, but a ‘family family’, which is the true posture of an Extraordinary."

"Of course I know that it is called a dependent family." The old man responded with an ugly expression, but he did not continue to attack.

The tramp seemed to see what he meant, and continued to mock:

"Why? Want me to spit out more information? Isn't your tombkeeper sequence able to read the fragmented memory of the dead, oh, because you can't read all the memories? Because of the spiritual tide? I'm worried about the spiritual fog after I die. Will it dissipate faster and not hear the news? It's ridiculous, dare to step into the mysterious side without knowing anything, idiot."

The moment his last word came out, the anger on the old man's face could no longer be stretched:

"It is indeed an annoying way."

He slid **** the crutches, and the tall knight in heavy armor immediately waved the giant sword in his hand and attacked the tramp again.

Before the giant sword was raised, the tramp seemed to know where he was going to attack, and the blood-filled body rolled to the right.

boom! ! !

In the loud noise, the masonry and soil on the ground splashed and shot out in all directions.

But this time, the tramp was not blown away by the impact brought by Juli, because he moved one step earlier, he completely avoided the attack, and he took out a small silver ball with his right hand and threw it directly at the old man’s. Face.

The old man was startled, and quickly raised his cane. The white cane was embedded in the head of the cane and the mist was rolled up around it. A shadow emerged as a physical shield in front of him.

However, in the next instant, an illusory light suddenly lit up on the silver ball, like a star.

The surrounding fog seemed to have dispersed a lot because of the appearance of the light on the silver ball.

In the same way, the shadow figure that emerged in front of the old man became much thinner.

However, at this moment, a black shadow rushed out from the side, slashed across the sky, swept away the silver ball, and stopped on the roof.

The corner of his mouth smiled, and the homeless man who was about to escape was taken aback for a moment, and then he also saw the figure of the dark figure clearly.

A fog crow! ?

Damn it!

There was a bad cry in the vagrant's heart, and without hesitation, he turned around and fled.

The old man whose eyes were flashed by the illusory light on the silver ball also recovered his vision at this time.

Seeing that the tramp turned and ran, he immediately caught up with him.

The armor ghost and another humanoid shadow beside him also followed his steps.

A few seconds later, a figure wrapped in a black robe and wearing a beak mask came out, raised his head, and looked at the roof where Shugein stopped.

The black robe man is naturally Yago.

"......"Oh shit.

A **** exploded in Yago's heart. He thought that Shuge was in danger.

He didn't know what to say.

Of course he didn't want to see Shuge in danger, but he ran over inexplicably...

baffling?

Yago thought.

lucky?

Is it because of the luck check that I came here?

What is lucky about him?

Hear the conversation between those two people?

Is this lucky?

However, at this moment, Shugein flew towards him, and he also found the silver ball in Shugein's mouth.

However, Shugein folded his wings again and fell towards his shoulder.

Then, just like before, Shugein went straight through his shoulder and fell to the ground.

Because of the imbalance of the body, Shugein spread its wings again, but this time, it did not stop in time, but hit the ground with its head, and the silver ball in its mouth also fell on the ground.

"..." This silly bird.

Yago couldn't help but laugh, and when it flew up, the black robe stretched out the black silk thread and picked up the silver ball.