Lord of the Silver Crow

In another city, several men and women who looked extremely anxious under the raging monsters' containment and attack gathered in a corner, and from time to time looked out of the hiding place.

They are extraordinary, the extraordinary who survived this unknown catastrophe.

As extraordinary, as low-sequence extraordinary, they don't know why this happened.

However, there is nothing they can do.

In that group of monsters, in the world shrouded in this **** sky, being able to survive is already the result of their best efforts.

They know the scaryness of the scarlet monsters, and they also know that there are other monsters that are stronger than the twisted monsters wandering outside.

However, these monsters are the only things they can fight against.

Every time you go out to find food, there is a price of death.

There are only six people left, and they only have six opportunities left.

Whoever attracts the attention of those scarlet monsters, the remaining five people will do their best to abandon him and her.

In this cruel danger, no one has extra compassion.

Or......

Those who acted with extra compassion were already dead, and were eliminated under the absolute horror that could not be resisted.

The danger broke the trust between them.

The danger has defeated their humanity.

Dangerous situation, let their most primitive animal side show incisively and vividly.

Primitive beastly desperate for self-preservation.

At this time, they heard a loud noise.

A little bit of clear footsteps came from far and near, and reached the ears of several people hiding together.

Rush!

Almost at the moment when the first footstep sounded in the team, the six people all stepped forward and fled in several directions different from where the sound came from.

No one wants to be the dead this time.

However, one of them, not knowing why, stopped.

As if feeling something, he turned his head, and his red eyes saw a figure.

That is a little girl.

A little girl he seemed to have seen.

She was holding a strange book in her hands. It was a scene of a man dressed as a bard and a few crows around the fire.

He stared at the little girl, stared at the little girl's indifferent eyes.

This familiar little girl also looked at him.

However, at this moment, blood-colored, thick thorny vines emerged from behind him.

The moment he realized it, the blood-colored vines had **** his body.

Man, Capal subconsciously used his abilities.

However, at the moment his "knight" power was used, the thorns and vines tied to him seemed to become even more crazy.

And the little girl holding the book looked at him indifferently like this.

help me!

Capal wanted to shout this sentence very much, but the thorns of flesh and blood had pierced his throat and penetrated his vocal cords, making him only able to make a ho-ho sound caused by the flow of blood flowing over it.

In despair, resentment and hatred surfaced, but with a strange feeling.

Finally, he saw the little girl who had not been attacked move.

"You are not a ‘knight’."

The other party turned around and disappeared from his field of vision without even noticing it.

Consciousness gradually sinks, Capal's body with red eyes gradually dissolves, and his body shape gradually changes to a reptile-like posture.

However, this small blood dragon of flesh and blood, after tearing through several vines, was soon penetrated by several thorns and vines that emerged again.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, Capal seemed to find that in his body, the scorching power he was familiar with, the boiling blood of family glory, disappeared.

The goal of that thorn vine is the boiling blood in his body.

At the end of his life, Capal, who was aware of this incident, showed a smile with comprehension and unwillingness on his already non-human face, and plunged into darkness completely.

In the blood-colored vines running through his body, a black crack was torn apart, and behind the dark shadow, an eyeball was looming.

.......

The same scene appears again and again in all directions and everywhere in the material world.

The little girl holding the book appeared in various places again and again, watching all kinds of people being killed in desperate resistance.

Again and again I saw the strange eyeballs emerging from the pitch-black cracks.

However, the two sides did not take any confrontational actions at all.

The little girl just watched the dark eyeballs manipulating all kinds of things to tear everything.

The eyes behind the shadow let the little girl watch all this happen.

but.....

Just as the manipulated scarlet vines pierced a figure again, and when they showed desperate, fearful and resentful expressions, the little girl suddenly turned her head.

Another figure appeared in her vision.

"Tame the Light".

As if introducing herself, the other party said a word to her, then stood beside her, silently watching this scene happen:

"Should we thank this one, or should we hate this one?"

The question sounded, but the little girl had no expression:

"It's just a handy tool."

Her response made the figure smile:

"Yeah, it's just a handy tool. Without this, we will only continue to sink into the sea of ​​ignorance as a member of countless people, until we completely wear off and merge with the will of others."

"Except for being a former professional, being able to resonate with the residue of the gods, it has no unique meaning."

"But it is precisely because of this that we wake up from the sea of ​​sinking, helplessly and desperately tied to the tower, and become part of that plan..."

Having said this, the man laughed:

"Even our hatred or gratitude will become part of helping the person complete the plan."

After the complicated expression was revealed, the man glanced at the little girl:

"You said, the wizard who thinks he is being hated is just part of the plan."

The moment this sentence came out, the little girl finally raised her head, glanced at the man, and then opened the book in her hand.

Above, a kind of words and sentences that present a combination of square words as a whole is revealed:

"Humans, or intelligent beings, are often confused about the process and purpose of their actions."

"Including the person who does the work, it often confuses this."

"Think of the process as the goal, but the goal as the process."

"Emotions can affect the weight of subjective impressions in the judgment process. Mastering this makes it easy to bring rhythm."

"Fooling the people is fooling the people, the inherent defect of human beings such as emotional creatures."

That person can understand these words, and can also understand what she wants to express from the action of a little girl, or what she wants to express to herself.

Seeing these descriptions, the man suddenly laughed:

"Hahaha, yeah, that person doesn't care how we are. A group of tools that are used to achieve their goals. Because of their own experience, they think that others are purposefully friendly and hateful to themselves."

The man's gaze fell on the last line of text on the page, and he read the somewhat slurred language:

"Affectionate"

Unstoppable laughter came from his mouth and echoed on the ground covered by the **** sky.