Lord of the Silver Crow

Arabella.

In a world of black, white and gray.

"What are you in exchange for?"

A pale-skinned girl, looking at the petite black shadow in front of her, whispered.

Her body was full of wounds, and the blindfold on her face had already fallen off, revealing the hollow eye sockets. The dark black gothic cake skirt was also in tatters at this time.

"You are begging me now, not I begging you."

The petite gray shadow that stopped in front of her said in a fluent voice:

"As the few remaining descendants of the Fitzd family, you can choose to die here, and I don't have a reason to save you. I am your only choice, and you are not my only choice. This is not equal."

"Furthermore, I can also give you a message. Your current sequence is not a ‘Puppet’."

"Who the **** are you!? What do you mean by not ‘puppet’!?"

Hearing these words, the pale-skinned girl was taken aback for a moment, and then her tense expression became more solemn.

But the other party didn't mean to continue speaking, just said:

"Your time is running out. Your plan to try to exhaust each other's energy is useless. That is the Sequence 5 "Perpetual Motion Machine". Although it is out of control and its capabilities have shifted, it will take you at least a hundred years. In order to exhaust its energy."

On the left side of the two men, a huge, incomplete, tall machine full of rusty stains, is constantly launching an attack on the two young men.

Although the action is slightly slow, but the attack power is undoubtedly extremely powerful.

Moreover, every fragment that falls from its body will become a small mechanical structure after falling.

While the two young men are constantly avoiding attacks, they also need to guard against and destroy these small mechanical structures.

In such a situation, the situation of the two is in precarious condition.

However, it is strange that the girl and the petite figure in front of her were not attacked by even a small mechanical structure.

Even if it was a piece of debris that fell not far from the two of them just now, the bare gear and the piston that was moving hard after an unsmooth rotation of the clockwork, completely collapsed, and did not combine to form a new machine. Construct body.

"How can I trust you!"

The girl bit her lip and said.

"Are the conditions for trust? For example, your sequence 9 should be called ‘survivor’ and sequence 8 should be called ‘dealer’..."

As for Sequence 7, the name of Sequence 7 she is currently in was not mentioned by the other party.

However, just these two names made her eyes wide open.

Yes, that's right, it matches her memory, how she felt at the time.

Then, she took a deep breath, holding the expectation that the other party would fulfill the conditions, and said with a firm voice:

"The condition of the fit is not to resist, take the initiative to take on a fatal crisis and survive."

"Very good." The petite gray shadow, who is not in human form, nodded slightly, "The path sequence 7 you are in is really named ‘victor’."

After speaking, the petite gray shadow made a gesture to leave.

And this scene caused the girl's heart to be stagnant, and she hurriedly said:

"Wait a minute, save them, at least, save..."

However, when she said these words, the petite gray shadow did not even turn her head, leaving only a vague response:

"You can survive at any time, and he can do it through that kid wearing a monocle."

"I did not lie."

Seeing that gray shadow disappear into the dim, illusory black, white and gray horizon, the girl was taken aback for a moment.

If what the other person said is true, then...

Deceived?

.......

Yago suddenly stopped.

The sound of the water splash weakened rapidly and became calm, leaving only faint fluctuations.

From Longfellow's memory, he learned that the listener's ability would perceive the extraordinary being in action.

In other words, it is an extraordinary person who perceives the use of abilities.

But in Longfellow's uncertain terms, this kind of "perception" is based on "spiritual fog" as the target of perception, or "spiritual fog" as the medium of perception and "mystery" as the target of perception.

When the perceiving target disappears, only when the other party suddenly stops moving completely, stops using extraordinary abilities, or if its spiritual mist disappears, it will respond.

Do you want to keep chasing it?

Yago didn't think much, and went on.

If there is a danger that you can't bear, just run away immediately through the gatekeeper's mask.

After making a decision, Yago's tight legs exploded with strength, pushing his body through the two hedge walls in front of him.

But at this moment, he heard a female voice:

"Are you going to play with me?"

A somewhat weird and fuzzy female voice.

Immediately, Yago's upward perspective followed the source of the sound.

It's that gray skirt maid!

but.....

wrong.

The source of the sound is wrong.

The gray skirt maid was standing on the left side of the three corpses, but what he heard, or the source of the sound he judged, was on the right side of the three corpses.

Such a weird situation made Yago feel nervous.

Is it a ritual spell like illusion, a spell-like spell, or a sequence ability?

Yago, who subconsciously made judgments such as "illusions" and "illusions", had an idea in his mind——

"Find her exact location"

Immediately, the premonition of the strange thief emerged.

The premonition of "success" pointed to the middle of the three corpses, the middle corpse and the right corpse.

To subdue her, and then use persuasion and words to torture information.

Without pausing, his legs exploded with strength, and Yago rushed directly towards the opponent.

but......

The opponent with a weird smile didn't seem to have any defense or counterattack at all.

This made Yago's heart couldn't help but feel a little bad.

Sure enough, when Yago used the grappling he learned from Mr. Renchard who taught self-defense, combined with some skills summarized in Longfellow’s memory, when he tried to suppress the opponent, his first attack, but Hit it empty.

Yes, that's right, it's empty.

According to Longfellow's technique of "breaking the leg, breaking the hand, and making the opponent lose the ability to escape is the simplest control" technique, he aimed at the opponent's thigh.

Obviously there was no dodge action, but it was empty.

phantom! ?

At the moment of hitting the air, such a judgment emerged in the stunned Yago's mind.

But when Yago fell to the ground, he realized that it was not the case.

The location where he landed was far away from the corpse, and the connection with the location he had just started did not overlap with the corpse.

In other words, he didn't seem to rush in the direction of the corpse at first.

From the upward perspective, the gray skirt maid, at this moment, suddenly turned her head, twisted most of the way, almost to a hundred and eighty degrees, still looking painless, with the same smile on her face. Staring at him very strangely:

"Are you going to play with me?"