Lord of the Silver Crow

After the little reporter left, Yago took out the key and locked the door.

For him, the lock is equivalent to nothing, but it can still prevent others.

The moment he closed the door, a dark figure rushed in and flew into the door from his waist.

Yago didn't even move his head to look back, and he didn't even start third-person observation.

Because the wonderful sense of connection that is closely connected with oneself is undoubtedly the reason for repair.

Glancing at Shugein, who fell on the sofa and shook his body constantly, shaking off the drops of water, Yago took a piece of cloth and helped him wipe his body.

When Shugein, who had cleaned his body, fell on the sofa and began to comb his feathers, Yago walked into the warehouse room, put a spirit mist outside, closed the room, and then took out the silver key from his chest.

He didn't intend to put on the gatekeeper mask now.

But...

On the silver key, there was a tiny black-gray eye pattern.

Eye-like phantoms.

With this change, Yago could only think of the eye-like phantom that appeared when he killed the Extraordinary of the Tide Church.

The eye-like phantom that was absorbed by the gatekeeper's black robe.

He was a little puzzled. Why did he kill Erdans before and when the gatekeeper's black robe absorbed the first eye-shaped phantom, there were no eye-shaped lines?

Without knowing the reason, I can only let go of this doubt for a while.

What he needs to do now is to use the dead soul lamp to explore the memory.

Turning on the subtitle translation, Yago clenched the silver key tightly, feeling that he had regained half of his strength and used the power of the Death Lamp.

In an instant, endless mist poured into his vision.

In a strange feeling, he was already in a gray ocean of mist surging.

The deadly gray fog lit up under the gloomy light in front of him that seemed to be a lantern.

Pieces of mottled, deep-colored fog were distributed in various places in his field of vision.

The appearance of each piece of gray fog is exactly the same, there is no difference.

Or maybe he couldn't find any difference.

Familiarly, Yago controlled the ability of the dead soul lamp, and began to move forward in the sea of ​​fog, like walking in a foggy day with a lantern.

It was the first time that Yago, who was exposed to so complete and so many fogs of memory, didn't know how to pick, and directly chose the one in front of him.

The faint light emitted by the dead soul lamp seemed to disperse the fog, illuminating the contents.

The patter of rain poured down.

The owner of the perspective walks through the rainy night at an extremely fast speed.

Although it is at night, from the perspective of the owner's perspective, although it is not as good as daytime, it is quite bright.

"Have a certain night vision ability?"

Yago remembered what Dantes had said, the "cat's eye" potion that could provide people with night vision.

But it seems to be better than the cat's eye potion.

In the perspective of this fast-moving man, no figure appeared.

However, the man's footsteps did not stop at all, and he ran quickly in the rain.

"Where are you going?"

Yago guessed.

However, at this moment, the owner of the angle of view suddenly changed the direction, shifted the straight line, and turned to the front right.

With this action, Yago pushed away his guess.

It doesn't seem to be a wrong way to remember and then turn to remember, but to track a certain target.

Yago looked at the owner of the angle of view with an extraordinary physical fitness, an accelerated running + jumping action, jumping out of a distance of tens of meters, amidst the strong tremor, he landed steadily among a tall tree. on.

Even if Yago had the same perspective as him, he couldn't even see any figure at all.

However, the owner of the angle of view stayed on the thick branches of the tree for less than five seconds before jumping out again.

In the cracking sound of the branches, Yago watched his vision fly out to the other side quickly, drew a flat parabola in the air, and landed on the ground tens of meters away.

Then Yago heard a long sound like a whale song.

It is the voice of the owner of the perspective.

and......

This voice also had an impact on Yago! !

Although what he hears is the beautiful, long and loud whale song accompanied by the sound of water splashes, Yago has the kind of incomprehensible madness that he hears when he is traveling through the phantom realm. Talking and chattering.

It is the ability of the tidal path!

Just like Elsa's sequence ability!

Immediately, a cooling sensation emerged, isolating the chaotic whale song.

And at the moment when the "whale song" sounded, in the perspective of the owner's vision, a young woman with wheat-colored skin, wearing a star-blue bra and tulle dress of the same color, and a bare abdomen was dozens of meters away. Emerges next to a tree of.

She pressed her head with her hands, with a painful look.

Starr.

This wheat-colored skin and unique dress like a dancing girl made Yago immediately think of the "Starr", a wandering nation.

At the moment the woman appeared, there was a thud, and the angle of view quickly approached the other party.

However, at this moment, the painful woman suddenly raised her hand and tossed a translucent, cube-shaped six-sided dice lightly. When the viewing angle of the owner was less than two meters away, the dice fell on Up on hand.

In the next moment, the woman's figure disappeared out of thin air.

As for the owner of the perspective, a thick arm slammed into the air, hitting the ground heavily, smashing a muddy puddle into the muddy ground by the heavy rain.

Immediately, Yago heard an angry curse:

[Traveler! ? Isn't this **** just Sequence 8? No, the dice just now, mystery! It is a mysterious thing with a traveler! 】

When Yago wrote down the information in the curse, suddenly there was a splash of water.

The long whale song that had the same effect as the frantic babble and the frantic whisper made Yago unable to help but immediately converge and prepare to resist.

However, at this moment, the endless fog in front of him began to fade quickly.

His ability is used to the limit.

When Yago, who was nervous, came back to his senses, the view of the warehouse room reflected his vision.

This situation made Yago a little dazed.

Why is it consumed so quickly?

It shouldn't be. When he used to assist Uncle Sander to read the memory of the deceased, it took a long time.

Judging by the amount of his own ability recovery estimated by him, it should last for ten minutes...

However, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

A logical possibility.

The strength of Lingwu.

Yago, who probably understood the situation, felt his peculiar power from the tombkeeper and enchanter with a subtle sense of death, and felt the immense power of the gambler, and muttered:

"Can't the gambler's power be evened out to the dead soul lamp..."