Lord of the Silver Crow

Yago, who was approaching the two fleets, suddenly heard a voice, vague and erratic, as if it came from the surging spiritual mist around him.

It's a language he doesn't know.

Yago, who covered the image of Samuel, had gray-black eyes with a misty sense of wandering, swept around vigilantly, looking for traces of ghosts and wraiths.

However, there are no "living people" who will become headless knights after meeting him, like ghosts and grievances.

Frowning, Yago, riding on the ghost horse, turned on the translation function of the system.

Subsequently, the subtitles emerged:

[...The immortal traveler, the servant of the Lord of the Boundless Underworld, the dead...]

However, Yago had just heard half a sentence, the figure stopped abruptly, disconnected, and a sense of shock came out.

And, at this moment, in his field of vision, an illusory door appeared in front of him.

......

Kram's eyes widened as he felt the vibration of the altar at his feet.

No, it's not right! He did nothing!

What he wanted to say just now was just a prayer, a prayer calling for the families of the **** of death worshipped by the brigade of the dead.

However, the **** of death worshipped by the brigade of the dead has returned to nothingness, and the family members of the **** of death, including the apostles of the **** of death, have not responded since hundreds of years ago.

but why? why?

Kram, who was forced to experiment with the role of the altar under the intimidation of Derancis, couldn't help but feel a little horrified.

In this weird sound that seemed to make the entire island tremble, one after another, black strange birds entangled and surging in spiritual mist appeared in Kramm's line of sight.

It was monsters with strange statures.

The appearance is similar to that of birds, but their heads do not have any flesh and blood, and on the front is a pale skull.

In addition, these monsters over three meters in length, with their wide giant wings, are also over ten meters in length.

Not only the head, but also their bodies, there is no trace of flesh and blood, as if the bones are directly covered with layers of feathers.

There are cavities in their bones and claws and body bones.

When these monsters appeared, when they spread their feathers and wings and lowered them, the hollow of the bones was like a flute, and there was a terrifying sound.

The appearance of strange birds played an unattractive music.

Or sharp, ethereal, or hoarse...

All kinds of sounds overlapped, causing the horror of death.

Tell the dead bird.

Extraordinary creature.

A family member of the **** of death worshipped by the deceased brigade.

but......

In Kram's memory, he had seen the biggest dead bird, no bigger than an eagle.

These monsters with a length of more than three meters and a wingspan of nearly ten meters were not the dead birds in his impression.

And seeing this group after another group of dead birds, Derancis who had returned to the flagship of the Delta Fleet, Deer Bird, couldn't help but smile.

The oversized bird of death?

Unlike Kram, he didn't have any respect for the **** of death who had returned to nothingness. He was not afraid.

In his eyes, these dead birds are equivalent to potion materials and treasures.

And Sahir, also because of the appearance of these dead birds, stopped returning to the Death Fleet ships.

Squinting his eyes, he glanced at the dead birds flying in the other direction, ignoring the altar and the Kramm on the altar, his expression moved slightly.

Without any hesitation, he directly dominated the wreckage-dominated the ghost ship.

As the spirit mist rolled, a huge ghost ship, the anchors made of bones that were lowered and hooked to the island buildings suddenly stowed away.

Headed by him, a ghost captain returned to the ghost ship, headed by him, followed by the ever-increasing number of dead birds.

.......

"Sir, we..."

"Go in and take a look." Shu Geyin responded.

Although he didn't know what happened, Yago didn't want to ignore this strange door.

because.....

He saw it.

One probability line after another connects him and the door.

To be precise, it was attached to the gatekeeper's mask.

In any case, he couldn't ignore it.

He is not going to ignore it either.

The gatekeeper's mask can return to the ruined temple at any time, with back road protection.

If there is no guarantee for the back road, Yago will never choose to go in, but if there is, then...

Without pausing, Yago directly pushed open the illusory door.

.......

Endless darkness.

But after Yago entered the door, all he saw was endless darkness.

He is very familiar with such a scene.

Immediately, he used the power of the grave guard.

A pale gray light emerged, like a lantern, floating in front of him.

At this time, Yago also discovered through the upward perspective...

He has restored his original appearance.

Samuel's image, I don't know when it has faded.

The gatekeeper's mask, which has been restored to a silver key covered with layers of patterns, hung around his neck...

No, he doesn't seem to have a neck.

Yago at this time was half-spiritual and half-substantial.

Some parts of the body, especially the head, are left with only a hazy spiritual fog, and the face cannot be seen clearly, as if there is no head.

A black chain was wrapped around his body, hung on his arm, and dropped from his arm.

The co-presentation of the Scourge Hunter and the Headless Horseman.

If he is completely mysterious, then he will return to the appearance of a normal person.

If he liberates the mystery, he will become a monster.

And if he relaxes, does not deliberately restrain the mystery and does not try to liberate, he will become like this.

And Shugein...

Shugein remained the same, standing on his shoulders.

It is no different from before.

Shugein has a very good control of the mystery, and there is no loss of control at all.

Looking at each other with Shugein, he slowly began to move.

The endless fog didn't seem to be the fog of memory he had first guessed. The dead soul lamp of the tomb guard did not make the fog show anything.

However, even though he was surrounded by endless fog, the lines of probability extended from the janitor key on his chest, guiding him in the direction.

Taking a step forward, Yago moved quickly toward the direction of the extension of the line of probability.

I don't know how far I have gone, I don't know how long I have gone, maybe it's still an hour, maybe three hours, or longer.

However, his extremely indifferent reason didn't let him feel much irritability.

And at this moment, after he moved on like a machine, maybe five hours later, he finally saw something.

That is a statue.

One...

Statue of a man wearing a beak mask.

The moment Yago saw this statue, he was taken aback.

The beak mask had also clearly told him the identity of the statue.