Lord of the Silver Crow

Yago, who returned from the ruined temple again, followed the induction of the probability line on the magic top hat and searched for it all the way.

In the end, he stopped at the door of a clothing store.

The cloakroom..... This is a coincidence.

After thinking for a while, Yago affected the power of the gatekeeper's mask and used his ability--

In his field of vision, a hazy eye-shaped phantom emerged, and above the eye-shaped phantom, there were strips of phantoms that were constantly swaying like tentacles, swaying like waves.

Coffin!

After thinking about it, Yago didn't choose to affect the surrounding spiritual mist, but injected his own spiritual mist into the eye-like phantom.

No, it should be said that it is the spiritual fog of Erdans.

With the infusion of the spiritual mist, the eye-like phantom swelled and expanded, and finally turned into a tall, imaginary male spirit body with a height of about 1.9 meters and curving hair like seaweed.

Even if it is a spiritual body, the dark brown skin that seems to have been damaged by the sea breeze and the sun all the year round, the knotted muscles look quite deterrent--

Longfellow Sangert.

At the moment it appeared, the spirit body bent its knees and bowed its head, showing a posture of surrender.

Yago knew that he could lift the coffin at any time, and Longfellow, who had been "born again", could also perceive the fact that he was controlled by the man in front of him.

"Are there any extraordinary people nearby?" Yago went straight to the topic.

The circumstances in which he can sense the Extraordinary through the line of probability are limited to the Extraordinary who target him or are very close, and the "listener" can sense a large range, especially during the spiritual tide period.

Hearing these words, Longfellow closed his eyes and opened them again after just half a second:

"No."

"Okay, you stay here, if a Beyonder approaches, stop him."

"Yes, sir..."

Hearing this, Yago, who had just taken his steps, paused:

"You can call me'Silver Crow'."

"Yes, Lord Silver Crow."

Hearing the name, Yago stepped forward again and entered the cloakroom, and Longfellow also turned around, his eyes swept around.

......

Yago, who had checked the presence of Extraordinary after the strange thief induction, and entered the clothing store with confidence after Longfellow confirmed, found the target along the line of probability.

Connected to the probability line of the "magic top hat" is another top hat.

No, there are several top hats.

On the coat rack on display, there are three top hats, all of which are connected with the same magic top hat in his hand, extending outward to the line of probability that they will disappear in the air.

How is this going?

Yago was also stunned.

However, it is better to wait until the day for careful study.

Yago took off the three top hats, took them straight away, and left the cloakroom.

At the same time, Longfellow, who had accepted that he had become a spirit body, had become a certain necromancer, was thinking about the strength of his "master" in his heart.

"To maintain my existence while allowing me to exert all my abilities, at least one sequence 6 or higher is required..."

Longfellow, who has some knowledge of the abilities of the Necro Path, continued to judge:

"If it is a sequence 7 bone picker, the spirit body enslaved basically has no wisdom left. Apart from the bone picker's instructions in battle, it can basically only rely on the remaining instincts of the dead to fight."

"But now I have clear thinking, complete language and logic, and my memory should also be complete..."

"Sequence 6? No, it's definitely not just Sequence 6, Sequence 5? Or Sequence 4?"

Relying on his complete thinking ability and memory, Longfellow inferred the strength of his master.

but......

In his feelings, the fluctuating degree of the opponent's spirit mist was at most a Sequence 9, a low-sequence Extraordinary.

Disguise?

Can he peep through the disguise? What is the disguise?

Informant? Performer...

While excluding the answers one by one, Longfellow's heart was filled with a sense of awe on top of the unresistible compromising mood.

At this moment, he saw his "master", the "Silver Crow Lord" walking out of the clothing store with a few top hats in his hand.

"Longfellow, you get these..."

Yago ordered Longfellow to put the top hat back to his residence.

"Yes."

Taking the top hat, Longfellow's body stirred with the spiritual fog, and quickly moved towards Dismok's residence.

"Wait."

Longfellow stopped and returned to Yago, waiting for Yago's instructions.

"You should withdraw first."

"Yes."

After responding, Longfellow suddenly felt that his consciousness quickly began to dissipate.

After putting the eye-like phantom into his body, to be precise, into the gatekeeper's mask, Yago turned his head and looked to the side.

In my mind, a picture appeared——

Without any hesitation, his figure disappeared from the place.

......

The stained glass window reflects the light of the gas lamp, and the brightly colored stained glass reflects the dazzling light.

A tall, long-haired Beyonder with a wolf-like head took a deep breath, and then snarled forward.

Along with the roar, a dim, gray, invisible light wave pushed forward quickly and bombarded towards a fast-moving mist stream.

With the sound and waves mingled with faint yellow light, the stream of mist suddenly condensed and formed, forming a hazy giant bird that is three to four meters high.

It flapped its wings violently, and the huge wings swept by the mist collided with the dim light.

The next moment, the dim yellow light shattered.

Seeing this scene, the man wolf couldn't help but stunned:

"How can it be!?"

Obviously, in the collision just now, the opponent's defense was directly broken by him! Why is his attack easily blocked now! ?

Although the destructive power of Twilight Howl for the mist is lower than the destructive power for the material, it does not mean that the howl of Twilight itself is less destructive for the mist.

The Howl of Twilight can break through the illusion and make the target affected by the Howl of Twilight be directly attacked by his claws.

In addition, the man-wolf who kept the flapping motion waving its paws towards the giant bird condensed in the spirit mist suddenly trembled with the lingering yellow light.

not good!

The man-wolf quickly stabilized the evening armor around his body, but the giant bird gathered by the mist suddenly opened its beak:

"Yeah!!!"

The harsh and hoarse crows sounded, and the faint yellow light armor around him suddenly shattered, and his mind suddenly buzzed, only feeling that the spiritual mist under his body had received a strong shock.

A strong, trance-mixed pain suddenly burst into his mind, and then continued to extend...

Facing such a situation, a violent killing intent flashed in the wolf's eyes, and his body suddenly swelled.

Old posture!

Under the crisis, he chose to liberate the mystery.