Lord of the Silver Crow

Looking at the thing that looked like a vertebra, and the hardened silver blood around it, Yago's face was not good.

He can't move anymore.

Although the pain he felt was not so strong, he could no longer move.

The faint pain from inside the body made him realize that the injury he had received was quite serious.

This is also proved by the rather strenuous situation when raising the right hand.

Need to take medicine.....

Yago took out three silver coins from his pocket, because a lot of them were spilled during the tumbling all the way from the slope. Only these three silver coins and the silver ball were left in his pocket.

He swallowed three silver coins one by one into his throat.

After swallowing the coin, he turned his head and glanced at the ramp he had turned down.

Although it may be dirty if you fall on the ground, your life is important, and there is nothing to worry about whether it is dirty or not.

However...Although there was no lawn on the ramp, the moonlight was not bright, and because of the angle, Yago didn't see even a silver coin.

Be sure to seal the pocket afterwards.

With this thought in mind, Yago looked at the silver coin and silver ball in his right hand that was barely lifted.

Even though the protection of the silver key shielded part, it seemed that because of his serious injury, the attraction from the ball at this moment, the impulse called the pursuit of blood became much stronger.

Yago didn't bother to think about this anymore. While trying his best to contain the blood from flowing out, while feeling the remaining weakness, he swallowed the silver ball into his mouth.

It's not the same as silver coins.

The silver ball didn't fall all the way down the throat like those silver siamese into the esophagus. After entering the mouth, it seemed to melt directly and penetrate into his flesh and blood.

In an instant, he felt that the blood in his body was about to boil.

He could clearly feel that a heavy blood was spreading and flowing in his body, and the blood in the wound was also retracting, as if there was a huge attraction to absorb the blood.

At the same time, some dim, fragment-like images emerged from him.

In front of the window where the setting sun falls, it seems to be a place like a study room. Two young people are talking, one of them kneels to the ground with a hideous face:

"The ancestor has fallen!"

"How is it possible!? The ancestors..."

"Not only the ancestors, but also the ancestors of other star families..."

In the panicked words, this incomplete dialogue image disappeared, and another dim image emerged——

It was a beautiful woman with the same silver-white eyebrows. She turned to a man with white folds on her chest and said:

"I will soon be able to complete the promotion and become the'Dream Man', which can be distinguished when I explore the phantoms of the past world..."

Suddenly, she seemed to notice something, turned her head, looked at the owner from the perspective, and showed a gentle smile:

"brat......"

Before the voice fell, the video turned again.

"The other members of the Star Clan have already set off, and I also want to look for the remains of my ancestors. Fast's glory cannot be cut off..."

An old man with an old face and a silver beard said solemnly to the master of the perspective.

After the scenes have been circulating several times, a middle-aged man looks sad in the mirror:

"Is the ancient prophecy true? Why on earth? Those holy grail families are going to be so cruel to our star family, to unite and strangle us? For..."

In the constantly flashing and changing scenes, suddenly, a scene appeared. It was a closed room. On the ground was engraved with his familiar Faster family emblem, which looked like a cross. Silver droplets fell on the emblem. At the same time , A low male voice sounded:

"...The secret family shuttled through the deep sky, the illusory thing wandering in the dream, the son of the stars who contracted with me Richards Baigs Fast..."

In the next instant, the silver liquid surging suddenly, changing the shape...

But when Yago was about to see the changed appearance of the silver liquid, the scene changed again...

A series of short, incoherent, and incomplete fragmented images and sounds continued to surface in Yago's mind.

When Yago woke up from his memory, he suddenly found that his body seemed to be able to move.

Although the weakened pain still persists, he who could only lie on the ground and couldn't even get up, has now recovered a lot.

Tentatively, Yago supported his body with the tombstone beside him in the faint pain that kept coming.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Lauger, next time I will send you a flower, as long as I can remember."

Looking at the name on the tombstone, Yago slowly propped up his body.

And at this moment, his upward perspective found two figures not far away, and the brilliance of the swaying lantern penetrated the lingering gray fog.

Claires.

When he saw the two, they also saw him:

"Diago!?"

"Fast!?"

No, not only the Claires, but also a few figures appeared on the other side of Yago's vision.

.....

While Yago climbed up, the battle on the ramp continued.

boom! ! !

The Raven Knight's great sword fell again, and Thomas held a revolver in his hand and calmly retreated to dodge.

And, as he stepped back, the revolver muzzle in his hand burst into flames, and bullets shot out.

A bullet engraved with complicated patterns aimed at the ribs and shot it.

boom! ! !

In the sound of the gunshot, the bullet accurately hit the rib of the sharp armor knight.

With a click, the ribs of the sharp armor knight broke into two from one third.

As the bullet plunged into the darkness, the body of the sharp armor knight also disappeared abruptly.

"..." Seeing this scene, the old man hiding behind the fog frowned and frowned again.

The next moment, his gaze left Thomas, and glanced at the men and women who were trotting up the ramp, as well as the few figures that appeared on the other side, without the intention of staying any longer, and turned and left decisively.

On the fog-shrouded street, only Thomas, the captain of the Shepherd was left.

As if he felt something, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the bright white spots of light converged in his hand to form a light source.

"My ability is restored...that is to say I retreat?"

Thomas did not catch up.

At night, fighting in a place lacking a light source was originally a disadvantage for him, not to mention the fact that the opponent showed a strong combat power just now...

He moved his gaze downwards and quickly swept across the ground, not knowing when, the ribs of the knight who had been crushed by him had disappeared.

Gone?

"It was taken away."

He immediately affirmed.

In other words... did not use all the combat power.

"Worry about the arrival of other Muchen people or Extraordinary squads, do you leave your spare energy to escape? If so, it means that the combat power he possesses is not much higher."

"Or is it because he is not sure to take us in a short period of time, so he doesn't plan to give more combat power?"

"Or is it actually stronger? Unwilling to use more power for some reason? This conjecture is not impossible. Coming to the cemetery when you know that there will be a large number of church team members appearing, it is in line with the situation."

As the thoughts in his mind turned, Thomas stepped back vigilantly, away from the room where two spirits sprang out.