Lord of the Silver Crow

Science itself is the game of the nobility.

Excluding accidental factors, only when the material conditions are met can there be spare energy to explore other things. This is no problem.

The members of the thorn tree are all aristocrats.

It cannot be said that everyone is wealthy, but at least they are educated.

Although Yago had never heard of Uncle Sander's reading experience, he was not puzzled by Sander's ability to say words such as "radioactivity" and "extraction". After all, these words are in the university's natural history textbook.

He didn't think there would be any feeling of inconsistent times.

After all, things like the periodic table of the elements and the radioactivity of materials appeared as early as the nineteenth century. It is not strange to this world with the shadow of the Victorian era everywhere.

but.....

I always feel that there is something wrong with this kind of fantasy power and radiation.

Although the Cthulhu series are actually science fiction works...

These words echoed in Yago's mind over and over.

At this time, Sandel, who didn't know what Yago was thinking, handed out a few perfume bottles and holy emblems with flower lotions. After Yago reached out and took it, he continued:

"'Mystery' is our name for the'revelation' of the gods. It cannot be observed by itself, but when combined with the spiritual mist, there will be special changes, and the spiritual mist will be stained with a special color."

"Remember when you didn't step into the sequence, the first time I saw you, I asked you to release the spirit mist?"

Yago nodded.

"Next, remember to turn on the spiritual vision, and then you and I will guide the mist of the flower dew into the corpse. Remember, you only need to introduce half of the mist. Don’t hesitate when you find the color or even the shape of the mist changes. Immediately export the spiritual mist and pour the spiritual mist into the holy emblem."

Sandel exclaimed with a cold expression and serious tone.

"Yeah." Yago nodded again and responded briefly.

After a brief adjustment, Yago opened the perfume bottle at Sander's sign, using the tombkeeper's ability to guide the flower dew out of it.

Compared to before, Yago could feel more clearly that his power was like a faint invisible light spot floating on the mouth of the perfume bottle.

It's more like a lantern.

Yago suddenly thought of the scene where he was wandering in the fog with a lantern while he was reading his memory.

Not only to illuminate the fog, but also to guide the fog.

Glancing at each other with Uncle Sander, they turned on the spiritual vision almost at the same time. Under the tacit understanding that they had cultivated for a month, the two nodded at the same time, and then derived the spiritual mist from the flower dew in the perfume bottle——

The faint red spirit mist gushed from the mouth of the bottle, then drew an arc in the air and poured into the body of the woman on the left.

At this moment, the corpse suddenly trembled, and the red dividing line that was simply close together suddenly expanded a lot, and on the corpse that was still ruddy as if it were a living human, the eyes that were fixed by the expression of consternation and pain suddenly moved. After a moment, his right hand bounced up and grabbed it in Jacqueline's direction.

And Jacqueline seemed to be prepared long ago, and the beautiful, melodious Alf syllable spit out from her mouth:

"Silence."

At the same time, Dantes also took out a small puppet like a child's toy from the box on one side and aimed it at the corpse.

Suddenly, the movement of the corpse stopped.

"Don't stop!" Sander's stern voice came.

Yago, who paused due to the unexpected situation, immediately continued his actions, guiding the spirit mist to continue to pour into the body.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw that on Shandel's side, the color of the spiritual fog had changed.

The ghostly red mist gradually dimmed and became closer to brown.

And, it vaguely formed a vine-like shape similar to a plant...

"Export Lingwu!"

Sander, frowning, sternly reminded, and at the same time led out the spiritual fog.

Yago also acted immediately, the Death Soul Lamp seemed to be a faint light spot, guiding the gradually changing color of the spiritual mist to gush out from the corpse, and then poured into the five-petal cross rose sacred emblem.

It was definitely not an illusion, Yago saw the thorn pattern around the holy emblem as if it had come to life, and moved.

But it just moved, and it looked like the lines were slightly deformed.

But Yago did not take it lightly. He uttered a word in the musically beautiful Yalf language as taught by Uncle Sander:

"Cure!"

In the wonderful induction, the surging spiritual mist stopped instantly and no longer rushed outward.

"How do you feel?" In the same way, Sander asked after the Lingwu had been solidified, his eyes fixed in the holy emblem poured into the Lingwu.

"It's heavy and it feels uncontrollable."

Yago responded.

Those spirit mists seemed to have life, as if they had come to life.

"Remember this feeling, remember, if you feel that you can't hold it anymore, and you have a premonition that you can't use your ability, stop immediately and don't try to take risks."

"One person's recklessness, the consequence is the danger of all people."

Sandel again sternly ordered.

"understand!"

Immediately afterwards, Yago followed Sandel, leading the spirit mist from the perfume bottle again, and poured it into the corpse.

After several times, Yago has gradually become familiar with the operation.

And the time it takes for Sandel to derive spirit fog every time has gradually increased.

When the spirit mist gushed out for the seventh time, the red mist had completely turned brown, and the shape of the mist had become a weird shape like vines and tentacles.

Moreover, this weird vine was constantly swaying like a living thing. This time, in the fierce resistance movement, Yago did not control it, and the weird vine-like tentacles were constantly dancing, trying to move towards Jacqueline. attack.

After several times of sifting through the spiritual fog, the corpse's resistance action became weaker and weaker. Jacqueline, who had spared his energy, was prepared for a long time. Her lips and teeth were slightly opened, and she uttered a "silent" Yalf language.

Suddenly, the creeping mist was quickly stopped.

"Fast! Go on!" Jacqueline's mellow voice sounded.

Yago immediately guided the altered spirit mist whose resistance ability had weakened to pour into the holy emblem.

But this time, after pouring into the spirit mist, the thorn pattern on the holy emblem directly squirmed.

Yago nervously pronounced the "solidified" Yalf language.

A sense of exhaustion struck again, and the creeping mist was confined in the rose holy emblem.

However, the thorns ornamentation on the holy emblem did not stop because of this, but squirmed more actively.

And, a strange muffled sound followed.

An invisible sound came from it, covering Yago, Dantes and Sander.

In Yago's sight, all the scenery in front of him quickly became distorted, and a strong sense of crisis enveloped his heart.

At this time, there was a cold feeling from the silver key in his chest, and the sense of crisis suddenly disappeared.

It's like... an illusion?

At this time, Jacqueline's voice also rang:

"Don't move!"

The moment she heard the sound, Jacqueline immediately realized this, and while issuing a warning instruction, her right hand leaned toward her chest and held the pendant on her chest.

When the miraculous fluctuations appeared, and her eyes became clear, she opened the dilapidated wooden box prepared on the side, quickly covered the activated holy emblem, and closed the lid.