Lord of the Silver Crow

A big failure, or a big failure in words.

hat trick!

Yago immediately used the ability of the thief and replaced the [words] with [library use].

Regardless of the seriousness of the great failure of speech and the consequences of the great failure of library use, no matter what you think, the consequences of the great failure of library use are lighter.

but......

At this time, the last paragraph of the description text that appeared on the page of the ancient book and the log page made Yago stunned...

[...You tried to find the information you want from the books in the attic room... But... your actions woke it up...]

Who awakened! ?

Who was awakened by the library failure?

In this case, shouldn't the skills used by the library be idle! ?

In the next moment, a deep chill emerged.

Darkness of black, white and gray emerges.

A strong sense of shock came head-on like a tide.

Yago was directly involved in this sense of shock.

Whispers and babbles flooded into his mind like a raging wave, and from his third-person perspective, he could clearly see that the surrounding scenery had changed.

Everything seemed to be covered with a thick, translucent ashes, like a phantom.

Judging from the surrounding scenery, it is still a loft, but...

A sense of coolness emerged, making him murmur from the confusing babble, and return from the wave of madness.

But at this time, a strong sense of crisis emerged.

Because, the surroundings, the scenery in the attic, are creeping and trembling.

It's like in the body cavity of some creature...

Without hesitation, Yago immediately rushed out toward the window.

Almost at the moment he threw out, the attic window suddenly closed up and down.

Yes, the upper and lower edges of the window are closed, not the window.

The two sides of the square window were bent and broken, squeezed into a straight line.

Yago, who was in the air, suddenly discovered that the two-story building he had just rushed into was creeping and deforming.

The entire small building is creeping and deforming, becoming blurred, and detaching from the original shape of the small building.

Yago suddenly remembered something.

In the phantom world, phantom creatures will change their posture as the outside world changes.

"Whether it is people, animals, buildings, even the earth, and the sky, it is possible that phantom creatures change."

"In the ocean of spirits, everything except oneself, even oneself can't believe it, everything will deceive you, where trust is the source of the crisis, vigilance and resoluteness are the means to survive."

This sentence appeared in Longfellow's memory, and repeated strict instructions.

Phantom World!

He had actually experienced such a scene once, when the Dawles Chamber of Commerce was involved in the gray world.

However, at this moment, the phantom creature on the outside of the house rushed towards him again.

The phantom creature was squirming, but at a speed completely incompatible with "squirming" and completely different from its size, it opened its "mouth" again and bit towards Yago.

Looking at the huge mouth formed by the "open mouth" action that took the window as the sideline and lifted half of the roof open, Yago immediately used his abilities-

Silent burial!

Dealing with spirits, dealing with phantom creatures, the "tide" and "dead" approaches are the most effective.

When he used the silent burial and glanced across the phantom of the house, the huge phantom that was originally a little fuzzy suddenly stopped.

It was like a picture in a movie, as if it had been paused, and suddenly stopped.

and.

The hazy, vague phantom became solid again, became much clearer and much more normal.

Not an illusion.

Before he used the silent burial, the big mouth, which had grinned to the back of the room, had now shrunk more than half.

effective!

But soon, the house became blurred again.

Relying on the agility of the strange thief, with instinctive and chic movements, after landing with one hand on the ground and pressing the cap with one hand, the phantom of the house in front of Yago began to move again.

Dead soul lamp!

Yago used the dead soul lamp to pull the spiritual fog around him, forming a creature with the appearance of a fog crow.

The gloomy flock of crows rushed towards the phantom of the house.

Under his guidance, the condensed crow flocks lined up in a row.

It's like a huge sickle.

Under the control of Yago, the hazy giant sickle formed by the crows slashed towards the house.

As the blade-headed crows, they tore the house apart, leaving a horizontal, narrow gully on the somewhat vague phantom of the house, and by the way also chopped off a piece of "flesh" equivalent to the size of an adult man.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

In the chaotic and meaningless roar, the phantom of the house stretched out three human-like beast-like limbs and waved them towards Yago.

Although the sickle of the crows formed by the death lamp and the phantom of the house are obviously different in size, the attack is effective!

Finding that the attack worked, Yago once again used the silent burial and at the same time used the Death Lamp.

In the invisible light, the group of crows condensed again under the guidance of the dead soul lamp, this time did not arrange in the form of giant sickles, but in the form of slightly scattered clusters, they rushed to the body under the effect of silent burial. The shape became clear, and the phantom of the house stopped the counterattack.

At the moment when the phantom of the house moved again, the crowd of crows ran into the phantom of the house.

Accompanied by the weird roar, the phantom of the house leaned backward.

At the same time, its weird claws also smashed in front of Yago.

In the violent wind of the giant claws, Yago strayed slightly, retreated a few meters, and flexibly avoided the attack.

Immediately, he once again used the dead soul lamp to draw the spirit mist around his body.

It's just that this time, the spiritual fog he dragged was condensed in his hands——

The surging spiritual fog formed a cane...

No, sickle.

Yago, who had habitually condensed the cane, temporarily changed, allowing the spiritual mist to gather in his hand to form a giant sickle two meters long.

Although it was formed by the fog, it was extremely heavy in the hand.

Yago didn't lag, the giant sickle swung out forcefully, cutting off the phantom giant claw in front of him.

The moment the giant claw was cut off, the fog sickle in Yago's hand also shattered.

Although there is no difference in what kind of spiritual mist condenses, whether it is bullets or bows, and its power, using the body as a guide to control the spiritual mist, the power will still be stronger than the remote operation attack.

Although he achieved a temporary advantage, Yago didn't faint his head. He knew that his attack had limited effects.

I have to find a way to escape--

However, at this moment, he suddenly realized one thing.

The connection is gradually becoming closer.

What connection?

Shugein!

He deflected his gaze sharply.

In the next instant, beside the phantom of the house that raised its "head" again, a smaller gray shadow appeared.

then--

"Yeah!!!"

The screaming, hoarse, soul-shaking crows sounded.