Lord of the Silver Crow

The technique was repeated. After Yago separated the probability grass man, he carefully circumvented the guards near the book tower, allowing the scarecrow to poke the line of probability on the wall and enter it.

Smoothly, through the exchange of probability, Yago and Scarecrow replaced positions.

When the control probability grass man moved over, Yago quickly walked towards the bookshelf where he had found the "Saint Joseph".

However, he did not find the "Saint Joseph".

This result made Yago very surprised.

However, there is a strange thief induction...

""Saint Joseph""

Unlike the previous induction that targeted the "most important thing", the thief induction with a clear target, the induction transmitted is quite clear.

On the other side.

That book seems to have been transferred.

Was it transferred? Or is there any mechanism?

With doubts, Yago moved quickly.

Then, he found the "Saint Joseph", and there was a line of probability connected between him and this book.

It looks the same as other probability lines, but...

With only perception, Yago can be sure that this line of probability cannot be cut off by himself.

At this moment, the probability doll that was distracted by him has crossed the wall and came to him. Controlling the probability, the grass man stretched out his hand, and Yago took the book from the shelf.

Yago, who was carefully guarded for the possibility of appearing at any time and was transferred to the closed room, turned the pages of the book.

However, the content shown in the book made Yago feel a little stunned.

Blank.

The pages of the book are completely blank, without any writing.

what happened?

Yago tried again as he did in the room, turning the book upside down and turning on the subtitle translation.

However, the translation did not show any handwriting.

The clue...broken.

The only thing he knew at the moment was the closed room.

He has a strange idea.

If the imagery of Saint Joseph, the carpenter, and the reverse cross is a puzzle in this world, he would not know it, but if it is related to the past life...

Yago glanced at the book in his hand, did not put it back on the shelf, but decided to take it out of the library.

The line of probability in this book has been connected by himself, and he has not understood the changes in this book, so it is better to bring it.

After making a decision, Yago felt the "most important item" again.

No, in this huge book tower, there is nothing other than the book in hand.

Immediately, the control probability grass man passed through the wall.

And just as Yago was preparing to exchange probability to leave this tower, through the probability grass man from the outside, he saw one after another white-robed guards converging towards the book tower.

Several guards in white robes opened the door directly.

Yago felt tight, and directly exchanged probability with the probability grass man who had just passed through the wall.

The scenery in front of him changed, and his body and the position of the probabilistic grass man were replaced in the upward perspective.

but.....

At this moment, a figure appeared behind him.

A man with an iron face and a white robe.

In his field of vision, the lines of probability on the opponent's body gradually solidified as the opponent's body appeared. Among them, several lines of probability were connected to him without knowing when.

The opponent waved his right hand slightly, the glove disappeared from his hand, and a sharp blade emerged. As the arm waved, a new line of probability extended towards Yago.

Yago was shocked and immediately used the distorted statue!

The probability grass man, whose whole body is condensed by the lines of probability like straw fibers, spreads from the wall, waving his arms, and facing the extended line of probability is just a wave----

Consistent with the distortion of the probability line, the sharp blade in the hand of the iron-faced man cut out obliquely, leaving a trace on the ground beside Yago.

And, visible to the naked eye, the floor tiles that were cut by the sharp blade turned into an illusory and hazy gray-black phantom, like a shadow, but also as hazy as a mist.

Moreover, Yago saw a group of twisted probability lines in it, wound into a group, scattered inside the floor tiles, and instantly spread over the entire floor tile.

The smile at the corners of the man's mouth exposed under his iron face became stiff because of this.

Despite the astonishment, Yago couldn't wait to die, and immediately used the silent funeral of the enchanter!

As his eyes condensed on the iron-faced man, his expression changed from rigid to shock:

"Speaker!"

Yago clamped the book with his left hand, and condensed the mist with his right hand, condensing a cane sword, and slashed back as he turned back.

But at this moment, Yago saw one after another, dense lines of probability pouring out of the opponent.

Distort the standing statue!

Yago controlled the probability grass man and tried to distort the probability line, but there were too many probability lines. Although the probability grass man action was controlled in time, he could only distort a part of it.

In the next instant, black lines appeared on the iron-faced man's gloves, and then a torrent of heat erupted.

The hot wind that seemed like an explosion suddenly violent, and a hot flame was generated in the hot wind, like a lizard, like a violent flaming beast, biting at him, although the direction was a bit crooked, but As long as he bites tightly, his arm is probably gone.

He directly threw out the cane sword condensed with spiritual mist in his hand, and at the same time retreated——

The stick penetrated the Yan Beast and flew towards the iron-faced man.

However, the iron-faced man's movements did not stop in the slightest. He waved his hands up, and the sharp blade in that hand turned into a huge curtain and emerged out of thin air.

The cane sword condensed in the mist passed through the curtain, but Yago didn't feel any real sensation of hitting the cane sword.

Immediately afterwards, a pure white light gun flew out from behind the curtain and shot towards the chest of Yago who was retreating.

In addition, a light beast with a weird stature that vaguely appeared like a lizard-like four-legged beast also sprang out from the side of the falling curtain and rushed towards Yago.

Swinging his arm, Yago, who used the distorted statue to distort the trajectory of the light gun, suddenly saw that the lizard-like light beast suddenly hit something, and its direction was twisted.

However, at this time, one probability line after another quickly solidified beside him.

Immediately, the figure of the iron-faced man in white robe appeared beside him. In his hand, he was holding a long spear lingering with white light, aiming at him and stabbing it down in the chest.

However, at this moment...the surging mist flow quickly appeared in front of him to condense, and then--

"Yeah!!!"

A stern and hoarse crow sound followed.

Although it was not against him, Yago still felt a strong sense of shock.